Or maybe there is.
Like some higher-dimensional stuff affecting his own destiny, fate, cause and effect... and so on.
But he was less worried about this.
These factors are beyond his cognition, worrying about whether it is dangerous is purely self-torment.
It's like worrying about the day the sun stops rotating and mankind will go extinct... You're not at that level yet.
Leonard Churchill was in a pretty good mood though.
He wore the clown mask and carefully looked around.
He didn't dare touch the wolf head totem pillar, instead, he took out his mechanical arm and carefully lifted the pottery jar.
Nothing unexpected happened.
Leonard examined the pottery jar, thinking to himself: "I hope this thing doesn't turn out to be one of many, like some kinds of starry glass orbs."
Having found a second one, a third and fourth wouldn't be surprising anymore.
Logically speaking, the possibility was quite high.
The jar seals some things that even gods find troublesome.
