"You have convinced me. I am willing to be a merchant, only because I couldn't hurt your old people's hearts. Please don't misunderstand, I'm not doing this for the unimaginable fortune you guys have been hiding. I'm a very decent person," Mine picked up a palm-sized gold ore while spouting nonsense, which neither Morva nor Tharnak took seriously.
"But wait a minute... It is okay to bring things from my world to yours, but how the hell am I going to take them back to my world? I still have no idea how to return, just like you. This is also the reason I only dare to send my clones here. Once you enter this dimension, there's no way to go back!"
As Myne examined the gold ore, a shocking doubt struck him, making him dizzy. He couldn't help but voice his concern to the duo, who had already started daydreaming.
