Zhang Ming cleared his throat and handed the glasses back. "Friends, working together to leave is certainly an option."
"But I think it will be very difficult, not something we can accomplish in a day or two. You need to prepare for a long struggle."
"This world... clearly isn't a normal world. You must have felt that yourselves."
"We would appreciate hearing the details." The Bearfolk's ears pricked up, and he did not even take back the combat power detector.
What they meant was that they were giving him this highest-grade unique technology as a small gift.
They certainly knew how to handle things!
Zhang Ming was not actually all that anxious to leave.
Humanity would not perish anytime soon.
As for himself, as he gradually grew more proficient with the third rule, and with the help of the Space-Time Worm's main body, he could dig a space tunnel out himself, given enough time.
With a fallback, there was less urgency.
"Do you know what this place is?" Zhang Ming pointed at the sky.
"According to our civilization's experts, it's a... spatial garbage bin." Taize clapped his bear paws.
"A spatial garbage bin isn't entirely wrong. According to my investigations so far, it might be a mirror world of the Shanhai Realm, a place where multiple demon gods are anchored, and a tremendous problem that every supercivilization must consider."
"If you have no way to contact a supercivilization, you'll probably have to take your time gathering information here..." Zhang Ming earnestly shared what he knew.
The Burial Realm was the chessboard, and all living beings were the pieces.
These unlucky civilizations, transported here by spacetime storms, could only become pieces on that board.
The purpose of these pieces was merely to consume the demon gods' power and provide the Burial