Although the Great World Tree had claimed that deciphering it would take three days, the actual work had taken a full half month.
Though most of the Cross-world Communicator's internal structure used Previous Civilization Alliance technology, the altered portion happened to be related to the communicator's information storage.
Had the Great World Tree not spent all these years exploring truth and expanding his knowledge, this machine would likely have had to be handled by the Wizard Alliance's Dominators.
From the Cross-world Communicator he had already dismantled into parts, the Great World Tree extracted a tiny fleshy tumor.
Buds sprouted from his hand, and fine, tender white fibers connected to the tumor, continuously feeding energy into it.
Very soon, a layer of fluorescence appeared on the tumor's surface, and the information stored within it flowed through the fibers into the Great World Tree's body.
"It's done."
The Great World Tree let out a breath, saying with immense relief.
"Though this monster changed the storage medium, the new technology he used is still technology from some extinct civilization of the Previous Civilization."
Richard nodded slightly, then asked somewhat urgently, "What worlds do the communicator's coordinates point to?"
"Don't rush. Let me translate them carefully first."
The Great World Tree closed his eyes in thought. The information from the fleshy tumor collided ceaselessly within his mind, transforming into lines of coordinate data.
"A4561, B4587, C7584... How can this world be here?!"
Suddenly, the Great World Tree, who had been translating the coordinates, cried out in alarm. Richard immediately asked, "Which world is it?"
The Great World Tree opened his eyes, his face filled with disbelief.
"These coordinates belong to the Gloomhaven Tribe Mother World—the real mother world! Netherworld and Wraith watch over that place every day. How could it possibly have been