Owen also felt something was amiss.
Yashum sighed deeply.
"We've entered the Endless Contraption, a place where survival rates are incredibly low. Our fate could go two ways: either navigate through all its mechanisms to gain the fortune of the Ancient Ruins or meet a gruesome end under one of its traps."
Upon hearing this, everyone's faces turned pale, with Owen and Anderson feeling a deep sense of dread.
They hadn't even begun to investigate the cause of the elder's demise, and now they were facing the possibility of dying to these contraptions?
"How many traps are there?" Norma asked, a hint of terror in her eyes.
She couldn't bear the thought of dying in such a suffocating manner, encountering the unheard-of Endless Contraption upon her arrival at the Ancient Ruins.
How could she stand for it?
Yashum glanced at Norma, his tone indifferent, "More than a hundred."
"What!"
