Doors

"Keep going forward for another nautical mile, and you will see two spinning doors. Take the door on the right," Pluton's voice came through the communicator, carrying an unquestionable authority.

A trace of doubt suddenly welled up in Swain's heart. Logically speaking, since the mission was about to be completed, this should be the most critical and tense moment, yet why was Pluton's voice so flat, without the slightest emotional fluctuation or ripple?

He clearly remembered that during his first communication with Pluton, the other's tone still distinctly carried fluctuations of excitement or eagerness.

Could it be because of the impending mutual destruction? Swain speculated silently in his heart.

The more he thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed, and he had a strong premonition that he was stepping into an unfathomable trap.

And this trap might have been meticulously arranged by Joy Boy eight hundred years ago and Imu today.

In this intricate game of chess, he was like a chess piece whose fate he could not control himself. With the slightest carelessness, he could break the balance and ruin the game in any corner.

"I can only take it one step at a time!" Swain shook his head helplessly, his face written with worry and helplessness.

At this moment, he had no other choice, and what he could do seemed to be only to proceed cautiously.

Because he was inside Ancient Weapons, everything around him was filled with unknowns and danger.

He knew that he must not be reckless and careless in the slightest, and every step had to be taken with extreme caution.

His pace was slow and heavy, and every step he took was thoroughly considered. His eyes watched his surroundings vigilantly, for fear of accidentally triggering a hidden mechanism.

The journey that should have