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Although he couldn't understand what was written in the book, he still put it away.

The biggest difference between him and Red-Haired and Swain was that he had suffered from a lack of education.

Even if he didn't know what was written inside, he could always find someone knowledgeable to ask later.

He continued deeper inside and found another door.

"Don't tell me it's clones again?" he said, his heart beginning to race.

It was like some kind of trial—there was always an unexpected surprise behind every door.

"I'll kill every one that comes!"

Then he resolutely opened the door.

Sure enough, what he feared most came true. This time, three clones appeared.

"You sons of bitches!"

Swain was likewise following Pluton's instructions.

But the deeper he went, the more alarmed he became. The ancient weapons truly deserved to be called the most powerful objects in heaven and earth.

"No wonder Vegapunk longs for Totto Land so much!" Swain thought to himself.

Now he understood.

What he had seen of Totto Land was merely the tip of the iceberg. He only knew of the ancient weapons, Imu, and the Five Elders.

As he passed through the Sun Gate, there were murals on the walls beside him.

Even if he couldn't understand the writing, he could still understand the murals.

As long as he stared at them for more than three seconds, they would automatically come to life.

The murals depicted a breathtakingly advanced technological nation.

In the images, the city's skyscrapers towered into the clouds. Their surfaces flashed with all kinds of intelligent displays, showing real-time information and dazzling light effects.

In the sky, strangely shaped aircraft flew about, swiftly and silently weaving in orderly patterns between the high-rises.

The people lived peacefully and prosperously for a thousand years,