"From now on, call me Captain. The Spirit Alliance is no longer here," Yu Hong sighed, taking the notebook. He habitually pressed the translator, only to find it broken from the recent skirmish with the divine monster.
Helpless, he could only pocket the notebook and take it back to repair the translator before reading it.
He then casually walked to a crate, reached out, and forcibly pried open the lid.
Crack.
A section of the lid's connection snapped, and it was tossed aside.
Inside the crate lay rows upon rows of black objects resembling sweet potatoes, but they had all dried out and become foul.
"Looks like they're all useless," Ku Chan also examined the other crates.
"This incident must have happened a long time ago," Yu Hong surveyed the area and soon found some remnants of tables, chairs, utensils, and books in a corner.
These things seemed decayed due to material issues.
