Schrodinger's Treasure, Collaborator

Deep within the dense prehistoric jungle, the light filtered through enormous leaves into a dim green haze.

Moria carried his sword over his shoulder as he strolled leisurely over the layer of fallen leaves.

Behind him, two somewhat sluggish zombies—Fera and Gerlo—each dragged a long-dead dinosaur.

One was a creature resembling a triceratops; the other was some kind of small velociraptor.

"Pretty heavy..." Moria muttered, his fangs curling in the shadows.

"I've searched for ages, and aside from rocks and these stupid dinosaurs, there's not even a trace of treasure. Legends really are all lies."

He stopped and looked around.

Towering trees that reached into the clouds, tangled vines, and the faint roars of unknown beasts drifting in from afar...

Everything exuded a primitive, savage atmosphere, except there was not the slightest hint of "treasure."

"Tch, could it be hidden in the volcano crater? Or maybe where those two big guys were fighting?"

He stroked his chin, deep in thought—

"Rustle, rustle, rustle..."

A dense, hurried series of footsteps suddenly came from the forest path ahead.

Moria's gaze sharpened, and he reacted almost at once.

With a slight movement of his fingers, the zombie Fera and Gerlo immediately released the dinosaur corpses and silently slipped behind a cluster of enormous ferns, perfectly concealing themselves.

Moria himself stepped back, his body seeming to melt into his own shadow.

The next instant, he appeared on a thick horizontal branch of a nearby giant tree, blending into the shadows of its bark.

The very next second after he hid himself, a group of figures charged out from the forest path.

There were around thirty of them, all vicious-looking, armed with all kinds of weapons, their faces filled with greed and urgency.

At their head was a burly man with metal fangs fitted into