"And here’s where things got even stranger. The mont I laid eyes on that house, what had once been an endless path suddenly shortened. Before I even took two steps, I had already arrived in front of the house. There were no signs of human activity inside, and the furnishings were extrely sparse but neatly arranged. There was only a bed, a massive dicine cabinet, a table, and a black book lying on top of the table. That was all—so empty it felt eerie."
"You can probably guess what happened next," Bearnard sighed, this ti truly regretful. "I was curious and flipped through the notebook on the table, but before I could finish reading, my vision went black again. When I woke up, I was no longer in the ruin. And the place I woke up in wasn’t my bedroom—it was the outskirts of town. When I ca to, I found two ruin keys beside ."
After hearing Bearnard’s unbelievable experience, Illiya ford a hypothesis in his mind—one he was about sixty percent confident in.
Instinctively, he straightened his posture, and for a brief mont, his gaze sharpened before he quickly regained his usual calm deanor.
"Have you considered this possibility? This ruin might have..."
Before Illiya could finish speaking, Bearnard seed to have an epiphany and interrupted excitedly, "Right! I forgot to ntion the most important thing—I suspect this ruin has a ti limit! And it also seems to have a treasure-hunting chanism! I must have exceeded the ti limit, which is why I was forcibly transported out. But since I didn’t find the final treasure, the ruin gave another ’key’!"
Illiya, once again cut off mid-sentence, fell silent.
Sothing about this city lord doesn’t seem quite right.
It wasn’t that he was particularly bothered about being interrupted—what stood out to him was that Bearnard had answered all of his unspoken questions.
In fact, even the conclusions and speculations Bearnard made were identical to his own.
Did this city lord have mind-reading abilities?
Using Bearnard’s experience as a reference, Illiya and the others finally gained a rough understanding of the ruin, which helped them prepare for their own journey.
After so careful planning, the group made thorough preparations.
Illiya cautiously opened a small box and retrieved the ruin key.
Following Bearnard’s instructions, he channeled magic into it.
A faint green glow radiated from his hands, converging into the key.
And then...
Nothing happened.
After injecting magic into the key, they experienced none of what Bearnard had described.
Their vision did not go dark, and when they opened their eyes again, they were still standing in the sa place.
In short, they had failed to enter the ruin.
Bearnard stared expectantly at Illiya, who could only return an exasperated look.
Seeing this, Bearnard imdiately deflated, his whole deanor wilting.
"Does this an we really can’t enter the ruin anymore? No way..." Bearnard groaned softly, visibly dispirited.
Illiya’s lips parted slightly, but in the end, he didn’t say anything to comfort him.
To be honest, he had no words of reassurance.
After all, he was just as clueless as the city lord.
They had followed Bearnard’s thod exactly—so why didn’t it work?
The elf was confused.
Eoryun furrowed his brows and scratched his head in frustration, instantly ruining the neatly arranged strands of his hair.
His previously pale face was now tinged with a flustered red.
[ Similar to a treasure-hunting chanism... ]
That phrase echoed in his mind.
Suddenly, a lightbulb went off.
He jumped up in excitent and even raised his hand toward the city lord.
"I got it! I got it! Uncle, you said this ruin works like a treasure hunt, right? Then let’s compare searching for treasure in the ruin to playing a ga. And in gas, you can always save your progress! So the ruin must have a save point! Uncle, last ti you were kicked out of the ruin, and you woke up in the outskirts. That ans that location is your save point! If we go there, we might be able to re-enter the ruin!"
The people in the hall fell into deep thought after hearing Eoryun’s theory.
Darius struggled to digest his words. So of the terms still puzzled him. "Young Master Eoryun, I understand what a ga is, but what exactly do you an by a ’save point’?"
Eoryun realized that this was not the world he was reincarnated from.
This was a continent full of fantasy elents—elves, dragons, dwarves, and magic—but at the sa ti, its technological advancents had barely been developed.
For him, the concept of saving the ga progress was as natural as drinking water, sothing ingrained in his subconscious.
But for the native people of this land, that wasn’t necessarily the case.
This realization finally cald the previously excited Young Master Eoryun.
He carefully explained, "It’s like resurrection. For example, if a person dies, and soone revives them at a specific location, that place becos their revival point. It can also be called a save point. That’s the general idea."
Darius instinctively wanted to say that resurrection was impossible.
But when his peripheral vision caught the expectant look in Young Master Eoryun’s eyes, he swallowed the words back down.
He had a strong premonition that it was better not to say such things aloud.
"I think I understand. So, what we need to do now is go to the place where Bearnard was transported out of the ruins, right?" Darius dryly changed the subject, avoiding looking to his right, feeling inexplicably guilty.
Eoryun didn’t notice this at all.
Seeing that people understood his explanation, he was visibly pleased, even experiencing a strange sense of accomplishnt.
"Yes, yes, yes! Our goal now is to go to the outskirts!"
Bearnard was also swept up in the excitent. "Let’s go! I’ll lead the way! I’ve had a great mory since I was young, and since it’s the ruins, my mory of it is even clearer."
With that, he took the lead, marching out the door energetically.
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