Inside the metal block, Logan Clark carefully stared at the recorder’s electronic screen, memorizing the contents displayed.

“The relic must refer to that strange weapon. Now they’re even identifying me as a relic.”

But what exactly is the Abyss?

Logan Clark decided to keep observing for now until more information could be gathered.

People in the camp were busy, each one wearing an identical metal nameplate around their neck, with their own name written on it.

Most present were “Level One Hunters,” and the few “Level Two Hunters” had an extra title on their nameplates.

They used all sorts of advanced equipment that Logan Clark had never seen before, scavenging back and forth through the camp.

One team member tossed out a metal ball with a mesh pattern; after hitting the ground, it expanded, extending mechanical arms to pack up the surrounding supplies.

Disk-shaped devices, like robotic vacuum cleaners, crawled along the ground, collecting the corpses of the little black figures one by one.

Another team member climbed up the city wall, pulled a capsule from their waist, and wrapped up the broom-shaped relic previously used by the little wizard.

The big shielded man returned, with a flatbed cart following beside him.

“This is a flatbed cart for transporting supplies. You made a big contribution this time, so you can use this one for now.”

He took off the wristband from his hand and handed it to Ryan Clark: “Wristband controls.”

Ryan Clark didn’t take the wristband, just examined the cart.

The recorder watched this awkward scene from the side and joked, “Captain Brooks, you really take care of your former boss’s daughter. Isn’t that a bit of favoritism?”

Evan Brooks turned and kicked the recorder: “Stop slacking off! That broom on the city wall hasn’t been registered yet!”

“Yes, yes.” The recorder dodged and scurried away.

The atmosphere was tense until Ryan Clark finally accepted the wristband.

“Thank you.”

Evan Brooks also breathed a sigh of relief; the burly man actually looked a bit embarrassed.

“No need to thank me. Get ready and set out quickly—we’ve already wasted too much time.”

Ryan Clark stood up and tapped a few times on the wristband. The cart automatically moved to the original wooden pushcart, extended support devices to lift the metal block, and then slowly slid underneath.

Several securing points rose up on the cart, locking the metal block firmly in place. After a series of operations, the loading was complete.

Ryan Clark walked off elsewhere, and the cart slowly followed her, moving automatically.

Logan Clark curiously studied these advanced devices from inside.

“This stuff is great.”

Logan Clark was quite tempted to try teleporting that wristband inside and operating it himself—then he could go wherever he wanted.

But the wristband was already on Ryan Clark’s wrist; if he teleported now, it wouldn’t just be the wristband coming in.

Everyone gathered, and after a headcount, they passed through the camp and headed in another direction.

Along the way, Logan Clark just sat in the cart, watching all sorts of rare birds and exotic beasts burst out from the surrounding jungle, only to be swiftly dealt with by the group.

Soon, the team arrived at a strange building.

The exterior was made of smooth white tiles, forming a dome above the ground, with a tall tower extending from the top.

It looked like a lollipop stuck upside down in the ground.

As the team approached, the white tiles slowly rose to reveal an entrance. Guards emerged to begin identity checks.

These guards were especially cautious around the metal block, each one stopping for a long time in front of the cart.

Finally, the team successfully entered the white building.

Inside was a vast plaza-like space, with spiral staircases leading up to the tower and down below—an entirely different world.

Looking out from inside, the once-white tiles turned into transparent glass, giving a clear view of the jungle outside.

The plaza was bustling with people. When they saw the newly arrived team, they only glanced over briefly.

Like Logan Clark, most people in the team widened their eyes, gazing around the interior with anticipation.

“Welcome, everyone, to the Seventh Monitoring Station.”

A kindly middle-aged scholar in a white lab coat, wearing glasses and neatly combed hair, walked up to the group with open arms.

Evan Brooks stepped forward to greet him: “Chief Bennett, it’s been a while.”

Logan Clark also glanced at the scholar’s nameplate.

“Level Three Hunter, Sage of the Forest Eric Bennett.”

A Level Three Hunter? It was Logan Clark’s first time seeing one. Comparing their statuses, it seemed the higher the level, the more formidable.

Chief Bennett walked up to Evan Brooks, patted him on the shoulder, and then looked at the rest of the group with shining eyes.

“This year’s newcomers all look excellent!”

“They really are. We even cleared out a totem ghost camp on the way here, right between the main elevator and the monitoring station. No idea when it was set up.”

Chief Bennett looked puzzled at this, adjusted his glasses, and said, “Our last inspection was only half a year ago. How did it appear so quickly?”

Evan Brooks shook his head. “It might be related to the recent riots. We brought all the bodies back and need the monitoring station to study them further.”

At the mention of “riots,” Chief Bennett’s expression immediately grew serious, losing his earlier ease.

After their conversation, they settled the group in a huge warehouse, and the research staff at the monitoring station began taking over the various supplies.

But no one came to ask Ryan Clark about the metal block; Logan Clark just sat on the cart, following Ryan Clark around for handovers.

“So where are they taking me?”

Although a bit confused, Logan Clark had been worrying about how to properly learn about the monitoring station, so it was just as well to wander around with Ryan Clark.