"This isn’t your first ti dealing with a creator’s relic!"
Murphy stood at the entrance of the open cargo container, turned back to look at Babro and First Mate Claire, who was peering out from behind the Captain, and said:
"I’m certain that ordinary pirate tools can’t open a creator’s lock. After all, this thing doesn’t even have a keyhole, so you two were just making a pirate joke earlier. I ask you, have you undertaken a similar exploration before?"
"Many such relics exist beneath the coast of the Origin Land."
Babro took a sip of wine and said with a grin:
"The insides have been emptied by the Sanghai People, but the places remain. I found a few as my treasure caches and took advantage of a passing storm to steal a ’key’ from the Eternal Library of Fierce Sun Port.
The process was indeed a matter of life and death."
He opened his hand.
A very intricate, lighter-like chanical object lay in his hand, and the Pirate Captain proudly said:
"With a simple operation using this, we can open quite a few of the creator’s relic doors. We don’t know the principle, but we know how to use it. Ever since we got this thing, the coastal secret vaults of the Sanghai People have beco an ATM for Claire and .
A large part of the massive bounty on us in the Origin Land is because of this thing."
"Hmm, it’s a custom data jamr, capable of automatically accessing defense systems and generating an electromagnetic pulse to break the opening circuit of chanical locks, likely a ticulous creation of so locksmith in the Eden District."
Murphy examined it briefly, then casually explained, saying:
"This dangerous thing will bring you more trouble, especially now that the Sanghai People have joined the anti-Black Disaster alliance. As a conscientious Vampire Lord, I can’t let my companions bear such risks.
So, Babro, na your price. I’ll take it."
"Your shaless look is just like an old vampire, but who are we, right? You take it, I’ve got another one in my hand."
The Pirate Captain cheerfully tossed the item to Murphy, such generosity making Murphy nod in satisfaction as he accepted the favor by taking the item. But as the Vampire Governor turned around, a flash of unmasked delight flickered in his eyes.
He hadn’t told the truth just now.
This item’s origin was far more significant than Babro imagined:
Na: Senator Vidia’s Spare Verification Circuit · Cracked Version
Quality: Miracle Creation
Function: Contains part of the Eden District Managent Committee’s "senator-level" identity permissions information, allowing presentation on any verification instrunt of non-classified units under the Eden District to gain corresponding temporary permissions.
Warning!
This item can only be used for ergency identity verification, but this verification circuit has been privately modified to possess the [Rapid Crack], [Information Tampering], and [Permission Duplication] features, and can automatically erase all access information after use.
Warning!
This dangerous modification constitutes an information security violation under the Eden District’s information security regulations, constituting a significant cri. Cooperators should surrender to the nearest security unit imdiately to seek leniency.
Creator: Eden District Managent Committee mber/Information Security Departnt Representative Vidia Cossey Tumler
Item Description:
[For a dignified senator to personally make this thing, it seems Mr. Vidia has a side job as a ’locksmith’ besides his glamorous ’senator’ identity. Aren’t you curious what he uses this for?]
"This Senator Vidia, can’t be the sa ’Vidia’ I’ve heard of, right?"
Murphy thought to himself:
"Isn’t the ’King of All Curses’ worshiped by the Goat Man an Ancient God? However, in Lord Paryen’s mories, this guy seed to have done sothing quite dangerous when Eden District fell. If these two Vidias are the sa person, then the process of Senator Vidia transforming into the ’King of All Curses’ during the destruction of the Golden Era is quite intriguing.
Tsk tsk, the Eden District Managent Committee is indeed a place full of hidden talents, heroes erging all the ti."
With that in mind, Murphy placed his new acquisition into his psychic package, heading into the ard cargo with Andre and Babro beside him.
As he moved, the lights overhead and around them continuously lit up, illuminating the once pitch-black space as if it were daylight, exposing the goods that had been quietly waiting in this place for over a thousand years.
The three ard cargos were connected, forming a three-section storage structure. Each cargo was as gigantic as the freighters Murphy rembered, and in the first cargo that ca into view, thousands of black containnt cans were neatly stored with simple tal structures.
This design of containnt cans was sothing Murphy was very familiar with; the arsenal of the Swamp Exhibition Area was full of these containers.
He stepped forward and casually opened one, and in the sound of chanical movent, a standard set of Traveler’s basic armor appeared before his eyes.
Black, tight-fitting suit style, capable of mounting various armor plates to achieve different functions, each set of armor ca with three intelligent shuttles that could attack and defend, but unlike the finished products in the Swamp Exhibition Area, these in front of him were not yet painted, although their functions were intact.
"Count how many cans there are?"
With a satisfied smile, Murphy turned back to ask, Andre shrugged, finding it a bit difficult for a poet like him to do the math. However, Count Bai of White Mountain’s right-hand n were adept in this art, and in less than a minute, two mask-wearing dancers ca to report.
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