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There was no question that the monster named Digestive Salt possessed terrifying combat power and had been an exceptionally troublesome opponent.

Although he had ultimately won, Xia Lun knew that luck had played a crucial role in his victory over the salt monster. In a sense, he had barely escaped with his life.

The world always seemed more beautiful after a brush with death. Now, Xia Lun felt as though even the azure sky had grown clearer, while the harsh cries of the seagulls sounded like the sweet songs of nightingales.

Supporting the limping Gunner, Xia Lun returned to the treasury inside Camp No. 2.

The doors carved with exquisite reliefs had shattered. Gold coins spilled everywhere like a river that had burst its banks, their crisp clinking echoing through the corridor with every step.

Sunlight streamed through the broken walls. This place quite literally glittered with gold.

"Sacred Spirit, what are we doing here?" Gunner could not help asking. "If another salt monster shows up, we're dead."

"I'm going to open that chest made entirely of sapphire."

Xia Lun kicked aside the ruined door and entered the vault.

"I didn't open it earlier because I was worried about disturbing the monster. But now that the monster's dead, of course I'm opening it—opening chests is the best part of an adventure, after all."

With that, he paid Gunner no further attention. He climbed the steps carved from emerald crystal, passed the deep crimson velvet curtains, and approached the chest. Using his sword to pry off the clasp, he lifted the lid.

Click.

As the chest opened, Gunner and Xia Lun both craned their necks to peer inside curiously.

A somewhat tattered booklet greeted them. The shabby little book looked utterly out of place amid its surroundings.

"..."

The silence was