Before long, Damian and the others returned to the hall and shared what they had found.
The air conditioner had vanished, replaced by an electric fan. Soon, even the fan was gone, replaced by banana leaves on the table.
The refrigerator had vanished, replaced by a cellar. There was still ice inside, but it was all wrapped in straw. One look was enough to tell it was unsanitary.
The bathroom was in the worst condition. The toilet had become a large pit, the toilet paper had turned into hemp rope, and there was nowhere to wash their hands. Damian had practically been driven out by the eye-searing stench, which made him very unhappy.
"Everyone, get out of here, now!"
After their brief exchange, he seemed to suddenly remember something and immediately urged everyone out of the restaurant, as though something had bitten his tail.
Fortunately, everyone on the team trusted him to some degree. After dragging away the still-dancing Dance King, they ran out of the pitch-black restaurant.
Just seconds after they left the room, they looked back and could see only a wooden cabin. It looked exactly like the hunting cabins commonly found in forests.
The thin walls creaked and groaned, as though they might collapse at any moment.
"Great. We've regressed to an era without even cement. Is this what our enemy did? Fucking hell." Crush could not help swearing. Mainly because she had just taken out her phone and discovered that it had turned into a little notebook.
With Lobo for a father, she might as well have been an orphan. Her financial situation had always been difficult, and Damian had given her this phone. She had always treasured it.
And now it was gone? She had not felt a thing, and it was gone, turned into