The night fell.
Bei Ta and his friend He Gao were digging in the sand barefoot by the coast.
The Death Light was faint at night when the real sea regained its vigor from beneath the covering of the Dead Sea, as the waves continuously washed ashore.
Two months ago, a super typhoon swept through Shell City, bringing with it many objects. Some scattered around while others got buried in the sand.
Bei Ta found a strip of plastic and half of a broken metal window frame. These were items from the Divine Era, which he sold to a merchant for some money.
He Gao even found a soft hammer that made a pleasant, rustling sound when shaken, as if sand was inside; it seemed to be a kind of prehistoric musical instrument.
Several merchants offered a high price to buy it.
But He Gao didn't sell.
Bei Ta didn't understand, "Why not exchange it for money?"
"I want to use this as my family heirloom."