Qin Ran ignored the looks around him and continued examining the vault carefully.
Ordinary people could not have done it.
Neither could anyone who was not ordinary.
He might not have been so certain in other dungeon worlds, but in this dungeon world, he was quite sure.
Both the system's background information and the books he had read over the past few days had made it clear that the Mystery Side had long since become a remnant of the past.
As for the so-called Mystery Side retreating behind the scenes and manipulating reality?
If that were really the case, then relevant people would have visited him long ago, given his growing reputation as a Spirit Medium, instead of letting him remain so carefree.
Even if the Mystery Side possessed the slightest bit of "ability," it would not have stayed so quiet. There would definitely have been corresponding organizations.
After all, those willing to live in obscurity were a minority.
Most people chose to rise above others.
It was precisely because the Mystery Side had declined without end that the New Federation, which had once wiped it out single-handedly, now treated it as little more than a legend.
Of course, Qin Ran was equally certain of one thing: when the New Federation was first established, it must have had organizations and records specifically targeting the Mystery Side.
But that was only in the beginning.
For humans in peaceful times, whose average lifespan was only around seventy years, a thousand years was far too long—long enough to erase any fact from memory.
War only accelerated that process.
No matter how well-preserved an organization or its records were, once they were caught up in war, they would not meet a good end.
And as far as Qin Ran knew, in the thousand years