CHAPTER 34
Author: ASTON CARTIER
last update2026-06-30 18:21:15

The air inside the lower tiers of the Vanguard Ruins smelled of old dust and heavy magic. Most adventurers walked the main pathways, looking for monsters to kill and glory to win. Yuchen did not care about glory. He stepped off the worn stone trail, moving into a dark, unmapped side cavern where the ambient light grew dim. He unhitched a heavy metal case from his waist and flipped the latches. Inside were six spider-like metallic constructs—his custom, silent mining drones built by Silas the ti
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