Rusty Dragon

The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War,  and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise.
Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said—
"Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

They all call me Great Master

The shrubbery depicted in the entry-level atlas intertwined in lush abundance, subtly revealing the name of the "God of Potions" and the "God of Alchemy."


Although obscured, a detailed inspection would surely uncover it.


Arthur compared it with his notes and confirmed that it was indeed Hercules' handwriting.


At the same time, seeing the master's signature in person, Arthur felt a sense of relief regarding the entry-level atlas before him.


It seemed that an entry-level atlas drawn by such a master should indeed look like this.


'Since the entry-level atlas is like this, then the "Phantom Stomach"...'


Arthur thought to himself and picked up the "Phantom Stomach," which somewhat resembled a sachet.


[Attributes: Special trait space base material]


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