The person who had made the potion was Monrojina. Earlier, when they passed through the teleportation ritual array, she had given Ye Qiyan a bottle of potion.
In the system description, her name was plainly written as the prefix to the potion's name.
Just like the lollipops Shaya made, the name identified the maker.
"There's one more."
In the dim Interlayer world, besides those three fragments, there was also the eyeball-like object dropped after that strike from Red Tears slew the fused monster.
He touched it, and the system identified it.
[Divine Pillar Demon Eye] [Unranked] [Sacrifice/slaughter living beings to summon a Wasteland race: Demon Gods Embryo] [When the expended life runs out, the embryo disappears]
A Wasteland race?
This was the second time Ye Qiyan had seen that name.
The last time had been with those Dream Eaters.
"A true race of the Wasteland...? But a god? A god of the Wasteland? Is it different... from the one I saw before?"
Ye Qiyan tugged at his collar. As though sensing his gaze, the tiny Dream Eater poked its head out of his skin and nuzzled him affectionately with its soft, cool tentacles.
"Little thing, what exactly are you?"
It could not speak.
But Ye Qiyan felt the tiny Dream Eater trace the number 8 on his chest.
No, not an 8.
It was lying sideways there, so the shape it drew should have been horizontal.
That was...
∞
Infinity?
[Do not trust Infinite.]
Smiley's words still echoed in his ears.
"Things really are getting more and more interesting."
It was not a matter of trusting or distrusting someone, nor was anyone right or wrong.
Different people gave different answers about the same things.
The answers they gave were what they themselves believed.
To truly resolve the questions