On David Island, at the same research institute's base, the middle-aged man known as the Doctor stood with Wing and Soul, all three tilting their heads slightly upward as they stared in astonishment at the space before them. A mass of ancient writing and images floated there, emitting an ocean-blue glow that looked utterly mystical, and more characters were still appearing.
"They had technology like this in ancient times?" Wing murmured, his expression filled with disbelief.
"Perhaps... perhaps it's the power of a god!" Soul licked his lips, his voice trembling!
Though Soul and Wing wore different expressions, they had one thing in common: whenever their gazes passed over the Doctor beside them, a trace of murderous intent surfaced in their eyes that they could not quite conceal.
"A god... this is the power of a god!" The Doctor's voice trembled too. His face flushed with overwhelming excitement, and his gaze brimmed with greed as he watched the writing floating in the air. He seemed completely oblivious to the chilling hostility in Soul's and Wing's eyes.
Before long, the floating writing and images began to melt, turning into flowing streams that gradually sank into an ancient book in the Doctor's hands, which lay open to its final page. The book flashed once, then dimmed. A trace of regret appeared on the Doctor's face. Reaching out with his right hand, he pried a glittering Gem from the backing of the final page. His gaze shifted between the Gem, Soul, and Wing, though neither knew what he was considering.
"Wing, Soul, you saw everything just now. I'm sure you've had a few bold ideas of your own?" After a long silence, the Doctor suddenly spoke. Soul and Wing stiffened for an instant, then their expressions returned to normal.
"You must be joking,