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"Of course, all of this has merely been passed down by word of mouth. At the very least, even I have never seen a Sealed Artifact of such a dangerous grade."

"Below Grade 0 are Grades 1, 2, and 3."

"Among them, Sealed Artifacts marked with the number 3 carry the lowest level of danger."

"But even the weakest Sealed Artifact represents implications and dangers that cannot be underestimated."

Manhattan spoke without reservation about the precious knowledge concerning Sealed Artifacts in front of the two of them.

He even deliberately used the ring in his hand as an example.

He pointed out that the number engraved before the designation on his ring was 2, which was the true reason he looked down on or underestimated it somewhat.

"Sir, who determines the numerical designation of every Sealed Artifact?"

"And does everyone in this world recognize the number placed before a Sealed Artifact's designation?"

"Have there never been cases where one was labeled incorrectly?"

Miss Xiu, standing to the side, was like a child with a hundred thousand questions, asking one after another.

"As far as I know, every item's birth has a very long history."

"And their existence once brought enormous crises to this world."

"So, under the guidance of the gods they each worshipped, the seven major Churches joined forces and successfully labeled all Sealed Artifacts with numbers."

As Manhattan spoke, he gestured for Chu Yang to carry the fellow who had already gone limp on the ground. The group swiftly passed through streets and alleys before eventually arriving at a place shrouded in shadow.

Manhattan expertly lifted the manhole cover on the ground, revealing a peculiar pit that was completely pitch-black.

Chu Yang eyed the pit before him with full vigilance. Naturally, he would not jump in so easily.