My Name Is Ging Freecss, and It's Too Late to Back Out Now

"Bai Zhu, there's something wrong with that Black Gold sample you gave me."

Bai Zhu lay down on the bed.

"Your equipment blew up?"

Milluki cursed.

"Almost. The moment the tip of the whale horn touched it, the readings shot up to the instrument's limit. Even my dad's weird junk wasn't this hard to handle."

"Your family's equipment is divided into your dad's and yours?"

"Is that really the point?"

"Then what is?"

Milluki enlarged a graph.

"Black Gold isn't just a material. It retains fragments of memory and reacts with Nen, blood, and that strange power of yours. After you cut it, the sample became much more stable than the Black Gold in the Creation Society."

Bai Zhu rolled over.

"So I'm still the technical core?"

"Quit gilding yourself. You're a violent pre-processing tool."

"That still sounds pretty advanced."

Milluki rubbed his forehead.

"Also, I restored part of the list. Camilla's recovery route really does point toward Kakin's royal capital. There are several names scratched out after that, and I need time to restore them."

Bai Zhu's fingers paused.

"We'll talk after you restore them."

Milluki glanced at him.

"You really aren't going?"

"No."

"What if she's being used as a container?"

Bai Zhu did not answer. He picked up the game controller beside him.

"Want to play online?"

Milluki was silent for two seconds.

"You're terrible at changing the subject."

"So, are you playing or not?"

"Open a room."

The two played online until the middle of the night.

At first, they were still discussing the Black Gold sample. Later, they started cursing the dungeon design.

After Milluki's character was crushed to death by a trap for the third time, he finally snapped.

"Bai Zhu, from now on, whenever you enter an underground dungeon, you have to check