In the sunlight, the chest, already glowing gold, became even more dazzling and alluring.
Two [Gordo's Chains] slithered toward it like snakes, one from either side.
They moved quickly.
As though they could hardly wait.
But when they were still two meters from the golden chest, both [Gordo's Chains] suddenly spun in place. One end of each chain lashed straight at the fallen, dried-out trunk like a whip, cracking sharply through the air.
The seemingly dead trunk abruptly recoiled, dodging the lashes.
Then an illusory, shriveled human face, like a piece of bark, emerged from the trunk and growled at the two [Gordo's Chains].
But the growl had barely begun before it cut off.
Qin Ran, who had been hiding on the ceiling, swooped down. The [Aka's Blade] in his hand swept across the face in a cold arc.
A straight line ran from between its eyebrows down to its chin.
The ugly, illusory face's mouth twitched a few times before it disintegrated.
Crack!
It made a sharp sound like shattering glass, then vanished like smoke.
As the illusory face disappeared, the dazzling golden chest rapidly lost its luster.
The chest was still a chest.
But it was thoroughly rotten.
Whatever had been inside was long gone.
Qin Ran was in no hurry.
He knew how to find the spoils that belonged to him.
Just as he knew never to underestimate any opponent.
Qin Ran had not known this was a trap.
But his habitual caution had told him what to do.
The two [Gordo's Chains] lashed the shriveled, withered trunk again. This time, nothing unexpected happened.
The shriveled, withered trunk was smashed to pieces.
A fist-sized stone fell out.
Qin Ran had one [Gordo's Chain] pick up the stone. Only after examining it closely did he take it in