Now, the Dark Wrathful Spirit had opened the door for him and blocked most of the current, conveniently outfitting him for the journey ahead.
Noland Lee was secretly delighted, but his vigilance remained.
He used the Deconstruction technique to thoroughly check the room, only stepping in once he was sure there were no other traps.
He walked past several storage shelves filled with potion bottles. He periodically cast Deconstruction, using the system messages to assess the value of the medicines.
"Concentrated Disinfectant, I'll take a bottle. Battle Stimulants, I'll take a few, better safe than sorry. Biochemical Reactor Maintenance Oil, I don't need that. I'm not an 'Imperial Fist'. Biofuel Catalyst, Pain Suppression Drug, Composite Haemoglobin, Vortex Reaction Catalyst—these are all specifically for the 'Imperial Fist'. I don't want any of it... Wait, is that a locked metal box?"
Noland Lee paused in a corner of the warehouse, his eyes fixed on the metal box.
