Upon hearing Logan’s agreement, Douglas halted in his tracks.

He turned back and said, “Very well then, let’s begin the trade. For this batch of goods, you’ll need to provide me with at least three formulas for supernatural Potion, or perhaps other Scrolls, supernatural Rituals, and the like.”

Logan cursed inwardly.

A profiteer!

While paper and glass were mystical items never before seen, knowledge of the supernatural was incredibly valuable. It could spark wars between tribes. Douglas asking for three formulations right off the bat was sheer fantasy.

Logan flatly refused, despite being able to produce them.

However, in assessing the situation, Logan perhaps had enough experience to uncover hidden details from seemingly minor clues.

Yet in the realm of negotiation, he was no match for Douglas.

Douglas chuckled, “Mr. Logan, this is my bottom line. Moreover, you’re only providing formulas, not pre-made Potions. In other words, all you have to do is copy down the content of the formulas to complete the trade, with your cost nearly zero.”

Logan pondered for a moment. It did seem that way.

He had indeed nothing to lose.

The only concern was whether the great figure Douglas mentioned would attempt to create the Potions upon learning the formulas, disrupting Logan’s established Potion sales route.

But upon reflection, Logan chuckled aloud.

That was clearly impossible.

The creation of Supernatural Potions was no simple matter. Apart from being familiar with various materials, it required considerable patience and countless failed attempts before a qualified Supernatural Potion could be produced.

Hence, Supernatural Potions were exceedingly rare.

Only powerful tribes like the Golden Lion Tribe could possibly mass-produce Potions.

With this realization, Logan handed over several bundles of bamboo slips containing Potion formulas, without skimming any off intentionally. He even added some extra slips, saying, “Mr. Douglas, pleasure doing business. These additional slips contain interesting stories from the surrounding areas, which I believe the great figure might find intriguing.”

Douglas sensed Logan was testing something.

Yet he accepted Logan’s additional gift, replying, “Pleasure doing business.”

After delivering the goods, Douglas called Heru and the others to leave, unwilling to remain any longer at the exile organization’s camp.

On the other side, Logan gently picked up those papers and examined the transparent glass, his expression equally solemn. He muttered to himself, “Truly wondrous creations. But did Douglas come for the trade solely for supernatural knowledge? And as for that great figure, does it truly exist…”

Enzo had no idea that by sending Douglas with the goods to probe a bit, he had plunged Logan into doubt.

Moreover, it led Logan to speculate on a myriad of things.

His original intention was simply to gain a better understanding of the exile organization’s affairs; whether he could acquire supernatural knowledge was not his true purpose. However, what Enzo didn’t anticipate was that Douglas did indeed return with three sets of supernatural Potion formulas.

Of course, Enzo was also unaware of this development.

…

This is a lush forest, with towering trees reaching dozens of meters high, their dense canopies merging to block out the sky, rendering the forest floor pitch-black and obscure.

Amidst the sound of rustling undergrowth, a figure emerged from the forest.

“Is this the world behind the stone door?”

The person emerging from the forest was Enzo.

At the moment the stone door drew him in, he felt a certain calling, stronger even than that of the High Tower Space, filling him with an urgent sense of need.

It seemed that if he didn’t enter, he might permanently lose something.

Thus, Enzo chose to step through the stone door.

Upon entering, he found himself deep within the forest. Familiar with the jungle terrain, he quickly recognized it as the jungle.

Specifically, this was in the jungle three hundred years ago.

Back then, the jungle was still very primitive, devoid of any tribes.

Outside the forest, Enzo looked up at the sky. The sun was already at its zenith, but not overly scorching.

He muttered to himself, “According to the information received from the stone door, this world does not truly exist. It has been constructed from records of the real world by some power. But what exactly is calling me here? If this is a false world, then what called me must also be something false?”

This puzzled Enzo greatly.

He proceeded in the direction from which the calling had come.

Two days later, Enzo crossed the outskirts of the Plata Plain, passed through the buffer zone, and ventured deep into the heart of the Plata Plain.

To his surprise, along the way he encountered no supernatural creatures at all. It seemed that when constructing this false world, those supernatural creatures had not been included.

However, Enzo soon realized this assumption was incorrect.

Because all those supernatural creatures had gathered together. They were gathered around the edge of a broken tree trunk, which was enormous in diameter, even though it had been snapped, it still exuded a rich vitality.

Enzo stared at the broken trunk, his eyes growing increasingly strange.

He couldn’t help but exclaim, “Tree of Life!”

As the bearer of the Tree of Life totem, Enzo could distinctly sense that the tree trunk—no, it was just a branch of the Tree of Life.

“But how could the Tree of Life appear here?”

Enzo was perplexed.

Before this, when Bookstaver had temporarily led him into Level 6, he had witnessed some horrifying scenes.

In those images, the Tree of Life was being devoured of its energy by the Energy-devouring Worms, falling into desolation.

In front of Enzo, the branch of the Tree of Life was clearly broken by someone, and there were no signs of it being gnawed upon. Either this branch had been brought here before the insect disaster occurred, or Enzo’s understanding of the catastrophe was incomplete, with more hidden messages he had yet to uncover.

Enzo leaned in slowly.

His actions naturally caught the attention of the supernatural creatures around him.

Just as he approached, two Shadow Wolves pounced towards him. Recognizing his familiar adversaries, Enzo smiled and casually tossed the two Shadow Wolves back.

This action stirred the group of beasts.

However, the agitation soon subsided, and the group abruptly quieted down. A snow-white fox, elegant with three vertical stripes on its forehead, gracefully emerged from the group. Approaching Enzo, it sniffed lightly and asked in puzzlement, “You carry the scent of the Fox Tribe.”

The Fox Tribe?

Enzo was perplexed.

In the categorization of races, the Orc Tribe and the Beast Tribe were completely different.

The Orc Tribe usually had some wild blood but resembled humans in shape, while the Beast Tribe generally referred to intelligent animal groups, including supernatural creatures.

His intimate contact with Amy would naturally carry Amy’s scent.

However, that should be the scent of the Fox People, not the Fox Tribe.

There was another point that made Enzo wary: the fact that this snow-white fox could speak, and Enzo couldn’t detect any aura using his spiritual senses, as if this white fox didn’t exist at all.

These two points indicated one thing—the terrifying strength of this snow-white fox!

At this moment, the snow-white fox spoke again, “Young man, you haven’t answered my question.”

Feeling the pressure of the unknown, Enzo could only reply truthfully, “I know a Fox People girl, but she is not a fox; she has the form of a fox person.”

The snow-white fox looked slightly puzzled, “Fox People.”

In the next moment, the voice of the snow-white fox echoed again, “Is this how you describe Fox People?”

In the astonished gaze of Enzo, the body of the snow-white fox began to change continuously. Its fur retracted, and the shape of its limbs shifted rapidly. In almost an instant, it transformed into the form of a young girl with a fox tail, three vertical stripes on her forehead, and fox ears.

And she was completely exposed.

Her snow-white skin, proudly standing breasts, and slender legs were fully displayed before Enzo.

She continued to stare at him, asking, “Is this how it is?”

Enzo nodded and replied, “Yes, this is how the Fox People are. How did you do that?”

Clearly, Enzo had overestimated himself. The fox girl didn’t answer his question. Instead, with a casual gesture, she made Enzo float and then led him towards the broken tree trunk.

Enzo questioned, “What are you doing?”

The fox girl countered, “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

What he wanted?

Wasn’t it the voice that called him here?

Wait a minute!

Enzo suddenly realized a problem.

Upon seeing the broken branch of the Tree of Life, he had thought it was a call from the Tree of Life. However, upon closer inspection, the branch had no consciousness, only immense life force.

So, it wasn’t the Tree of Life calling him.

If not the Tree of Life, then what was it?

While Enzo pondered this, he felt himself being set down.

The fox girl transformed back into a massive snow-white fox and opened her mouth, saying, “Sit on it.”

Sit on what?

Enzo certainly wouldn’t ask that. He had already seen the tree stump indicated by the snow-white fox.

Sit on the tree stump?

Enzo was completely puzzled. However, seeing the cold gleam in the fox’s teeth, he obediently sat down.

But as soon as he sat down, he felt his strength rapidly draining, flowing into some special item beneath the tree stump. He tried to stand up and leave, but he couldn’t move an inch.

If this continued, once the totemic power was exhausted, he would die!

Realizing this, Enzo understood clearly that he couldn’t go on like this.

But what was the solution?

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