Liam crouched over the lifeless body, his fingers deftly prying open the storage pouch as he scanned the surrounding area with a sliver of his mana sense. No immediate threats. Good.
He pulled the pouch open and peered inside. His eyes flickered.
Most of it was useless junk—standard rations, minor healing potions that wouldn't work in higher-tier battles, some basic materials, and a few crude weapons. Nothing that interested him. But what did catch his attention was something else.
The guy had soil. Lots and lots of it.
Only then it hit Liam as his gaze immediately wandered to the soil under his feet. If the trees were not that special and the environment wasn't anything to write home about, then it was the soil. Or well something in the soil.
It seemed off at first. How could there be something so valuable spread out everywhere without any restriction whatsoever? Was this event simply about who collects the most soil?
