After mentally complaining about Raven for a bit, Loren finally felt a little better.

He looked at the slightly vibrating stone slab on the white stone pedestal and sighed somewhat helplessly, silently activating his sixth ability—Crossroads of Fate.

In the next instant, the stone slab placed on the central pedestal vanished from within the temple.

This slab, which had rested quietly for over a hundred thousand years, had finally found its new home today...

At this moment.

Within the Illusion Space of Loren's sixth ability, at the center of the crossroads filled with the scent of fields, an unremarkable earthen-yellow stone slab quietly appeared.

The slab stood there quietly next to the wooden signpost, looking just like an ordinary stone marker...

The illusory Raven perched on the wooden signpost also turned its head at this moment, curiously examining the slab that had suddenly appeared beside it.

As if sensing the gaze of this illusory Raven, a line of Ancient Orcish Script swiftly appeared on its smooth surface:

"Hello there, partner of Mr. Loren! You can call me 'Mr. Slab'."

"Please look after me from now on!!"

Facing the greeting from this new neighbor, the illusory Raven squatting on the wooden signpost glanced at the slab with full vigilance, then silently nodded its head and said nothing more...

First Miss Jasmine, and now Mr. Slab! You bastard Loren, aren't you even going to pretend anymore?!

The Raven, pretending to be aloof, was internally fuming and cursing Loren's shameless actions!

At this moment.

Faced with Raven's coldness, wariness, and disdain, Mr. Slab, standing upright nearby, quite playfully displayed a pitiful "helpless shrug" orc emoji on its smooth surface.

It's worth mentioning that this helpless shrug orc emoji was one of the quite popular emojis on the Interstellar Hunter Association forum!

"The authority of omniscience isn't for you to use in this way! You bastard!!!"

The aloof-acting Raven nearby couldn't hold back and directly cursed out loud...

"Help! A raven is bullying its new neighbor!!!"

Seeing someone respond to it, the slab's smooth surface cheekily displayed this sentence.

"Shut up! Slab!"

"Okay, Mr. Raven."

"I said! You shut up!" Raven emphasized again!

"As you can see, I'm just displaying a line of text, I'm not actually speaking..."

Raven: "???"

Why does this conversation feel so familiar??

Clearly, the slab's words reminded Raven of the days when it first gained Wisdom.

Now, Raven also somewhat hated itself for how it became so proficient in the ancient script of the orc race!

"Another one with a terrible personality..." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

After complaining about this, Raven very wisely turned its head, closed its eyes, and chose not to look at the slab beside it.

If it can't see the words appearing on the slab, it won't be affected by the other party!

Sensing Raven's cold shoulder, Mr. Slab standing next to the wooden signpost once again displayed an "orc entering dreamland" emoji on its smooth surface.

And below this emoji, it very thoughtfully paired an Ancient Orcish Script word representing the meaning of "good night."

As this warm word symbolizing "good night" appeared, peace returned once more to the Illusion Space...

And Loren, located in the outside world, couldn't help but let a smile curl at the corner of his mouth after quietly observing this scene.

It seems you two are getting along quite well...

Shrugging with a smile, Loren turned to survey the interior space of the temple.

At this moment, the vast interior of the temple only held a single, lonely white stone pedestal...

Loren stepped forward, reaching out to stroke the white pedestal before him, wanting to see if it was something special...

Thirty seconds later.

Loren very regretfully withdrew his large hand.

The white stone pedestal, having lost the "slab," was just an ordinary pedestal, with nothing special about it...

Cautiously turning his head to look around, confirming he hadn't missed anything.

Only then did Loren silently turn and walk towards the temple entrance...

Clearly, his experiences in the Slums during his youth had taught him to deeply respect any item of value!!

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Federal Calendar 7708, December 27th, early morning hours.

A relaxed-looking Loren walked out of the dilapidated temple behind him.

He stood at the temple entrance, looking back.

The towering, majestic, yet ruined temple had already begun to fade and decay...

The dusk behind the ruined temple also chose this opportune moment to conclude.

In the sky, that sun which had only descended three-quarters of the way finally set completely!

Nightfall descended upon this ruined Divine Kingdom!

The mist that had been permeating everywhere also began to run rampant, quietly enveloping the entire White Palace!!

Watching the strange scene before him of dusk ending and mist running wild, Loren couldn't help but murmur a low exclamation:

"Although there were some unexpected events, I got the slab in the end..."

As Loren whispered these words, this Ancient Ruin that had existed for over a hundred thousand years finally completed its destined mission and finally reached its end...

Loren's figure, standing calmly before the White Temple, also gradually faded away amidst the spreading mist...

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Federal Calendar 7708, December 27th, early morning.

The Federation's nominal territory—the Beastkin Star Domain.

In a clearing within the endless Snow-Covered Forest, an extremely warm magical campfire was burning.

Not far from the campfire was a pond of frozen water.

And seated around the campfire were Cook P. Jones, Seena, Hankley, and Tannas.

In such a frozen wilderness, they were chatting comfortably, relying on the heat emitted by the campfire...

Seena and Tannas even held cups of steaming hot tea in their hands.

As for Cook P. Jones and Hankley, they each held a bottle of fine strong liquor in their hands...

The very same fine strong liquor that Cook P. Jones's goblin partner had swindled from the Dwarves for a large sum.

Clearly, that Mr. Goblin hadn't just swindled the Dwarves; he had also swindled that branch chief of the City of Hekahn's Bounty Hunters Guild!

He had intercepted a portion of the fine liquor and sold it to Cook P. Jones...

"An entire day has passed, and Mr. Loren still hasn't finished receiving the inheritance?"

Tannas, holding a cup of hot tea, asked quietly while gazing at the campfire before him.

"He entered physically, so his situation might be different from ours..." Seena instinctively analyzed.