The Tower of Decision.
Bai Qi left Zhao Futu's office with a troubled expression.
"I feel like I'm getting involved in something very odd."
Glancing back at Zhao Futu, who was back to work, Bai Qi sighed helplessly.
"Oh well, at least there's a mythical resource as a reward. I'll just have to play it by ear."
While king-level creatures can produce mythical resources, the chances are quite low. Only emperor-level creatures can produce them reliably.
So, before he was capable of slaying an emperor-level creature by himself, he shouldn't miss such an opportunity.
The most crucial factor was, despite the nagging doubt, the quality of the mythical resources provided by the Thirteenth Bureau was unusually high.
"The guys from the Thirteenth Bureau will arrive in two days, so what should I do for now?"
As he gazed at the deserted square before him, Bai Qi lifted his right hand, displaying the black ring. With a thought, he vanished from the spot.
