It's very dark in the underground palace.

Kurosawa turned over in his sleeping bag.

He heard a rustling sound coming from far away.

It keeps getting closer, like a silent but oppressive terrifying beast.

What's the sound?

The sound of stirring sand? The gurgling of water? The sound of wind? Some kind of roaring noise...

Kurosawa knew that he might be in a dream.

Even though I understand this, I still can't get rid of it.

It was as if a hemp rope was tightly tied to his ankle, making him stagnant in his dream and unable to move.

This is weird.

Since practicing the exercise method given by the palace minister, his sleep state has been very good.

Dreaming has become a very rare thing.

He can recover part of his energy by practicing daily exercises, and does not completely rely on sleep to recover his energy.

And even if he is immersed in a dream, he only maintains a shallow state of sleep and can wake up at any time.

There is no fixed image of Kurosawa in the dream, and the strange black sand beneath the body looks like waves surging.

It comes and goes, over and over again, and never stops.

In the sky, transparent and erratic dark smoke obscured the sky, making it impossible to see the sun.

Faintly, turbid smoke drifted towards his direction.

Kurosawa hated this unsettled feeling, constantly moving in the dream world.

Something was chasing him in the darkness behind him, taking away his senses one by one.

The sound gradually faded away, the sight in the eyes gradually dimmed, and even the consciousness gradually became blurred...

Some kind of abnormally huge and illusory existence enveloped him.

Just when Kurosawa inevitably felt panic in his heart, he suddenly woke up.

Without warning, he emerged from the dream.

"ha--"

Kurosawa suddenly stood up from his sleeping bag.

Before I knew it, my back was covered with sweat.

In front of me is the familiar tent tarpaulin.

Two groups of elves were resting next to him.

"Huhu..."

Kurosawa took a breath.

Wipe the fine sweat from your forehead.

Weird dream...

He really had no desire to continue sleeping.

After glancing at the two groups of elves, he climbed out of the sleeping bag and walked out of the tent.

Outside the tent is still an underground palace passage.

Torches were lit on the side of the wall, glowing with a faint brown light.

Tonight is the first night spent in the underground palace ruins.

Of course, in the dark underground palace, there was no difference between day and night, but he didn't want to disrupt his and the elves' biological clocks, so he kept a stable schedule of eating and sleeping according to the local time on his smartphone.

The passage is surrounded by irregular rock walls.

Unable to sleep, Kurosawa pinched the rock wall with his fingers. Its material was hard and difficult to break.

Thinking back to the unusual dream just now.

Kurosawa would not just regard it as an ordinary dream.

It was certain that the ruins of this underground palace created by a pre-civilization that existed for an unknown number of years must be exerting an influence on him in some way that he could not understand.

He rubbed his temples and took out the elf egg from the flash card.

The pale golden dome exudes warm vitality.

The elf contract inside the eggshell is heavily engraved.

The current time is half past four in the morning.

Since he couldn't sleep anyway, he might as well do something serious.

The palm of his hand was gently placed on the surface of the eggshell, and his spiritual energy was transported through it like running water, continuing to imprint along the roughly formed contract circuit.

seven in the morning.

After waiting for Little Shining and Nightmare to rest, Kurosawa packed his luggage and continued to explore the underground palace in depth.

The advancement of the underground palace on the second day was still progressing steadily.

However, compared with the exploration on the first day, the number and types of enemies appearing in the underground palace room on the second day became more abundant.

There were also two clones that Kurosawa was certain he had never seen before and knew nothing about.

Based on the fact that the clones of elves in the underground palace basically all have real-life prototypes, he came up with two speculations.

The first is that he has little knowledge. There are similar elves in reality, but he is not aware of them.

The second is, are those two kinds of elves special species that belong to that era?

After all, even now, the types of elves are still increasing.

There are even modern smart digital elves like AlphaGo.

It is not surprising that in that ancient civilization, some elves unique to their era would be produced.

It's a pity that the clone was not the real elf after all, and disappeared after being defeated by him.

Kurosawa finished his lunch.

A gorgeous door opened.

The texture of this door is slightly different from the previous door, and the area is larger.

He cautiously walked into it with Nightmare and Little Shining.

The door behind him closed.

"Shocked..."

Just as he was looking carefully at the wall, wary of enemies that might come out from behind at any time, there was a sound in the room.

This room is a rest area where you can recuperate.

In the center of the room, a bonfire suddenly lit up.

Emitting faint golden flames.

Kurosawa felt a comfortable wave from above.

I couldn't help but move closer with Little Shining and Nightmare.

He sat in front of the fire and held out his palms.

Some kind of gentle energy radiated from the golden flame, like countless invisible hands gently squeezing his muscles.

He had a fierce battle with Gao Yi before and turned on Zeus for a long time, which actually left some injuries in his body.

He treated the mechanical damage on the surface with spray medicine and the wound healed.

But what's more serious are some deep-seated injuries, the same internal injuries as when he forced to start Zeus for the second time in the spring split.

Although it is not as serious as that time, if not treated in time, it will cause a small amount of irreversible damage to his body.

Healed by the magical energy radiated by the golden flame, his whole body felt like he was soaking in a hot spring.

Wisps of energy flowed into his body, erasing all the scars in his muscles, bones, and spinal cord.

A faint silver light covered his whole body.

It feels so comfortable that I want to moan.

However, Kurosawa restrained himself.

The two elves, Little Shining and Nightmare, were also immersed in the "Tender Land".

The golden flame healed them from the fatigue accumulated from long-term training, as well as the various negative effects caused by the battle a few days ago.

I don’t know how long it took, but the golden flame finally went out.
To be continued...