After spending a night in Wellington, the next day Charles first took him by boat from the North Island to a small town in the South Island called Blenheim. Then, they drove an off-road vehicle to a city called Christchurch, and finally, upgrading their mode of transport, Charles took him on a helicopter heading southwest.

Along the way, Robert Walker experienced sea, air, and land travel, taking in the breathtaking, almost picture-perfect scenery of New Zealand. It was November; back home, his hometown was howling with cold winds, but this country was about to enter midsummer, so everywhere he looked along the way was filled with green trees and red flowers, blue skies and green grass!

Before coming to New Zealand, he already knew that the country’s name in the Maori language was Aotearoa, which translates to “the land of the long white cloud.”

He hadn’t understood before, but now, after seeing the dustless blue and snowy white of New Zealand’s sky, he finally grasped the meaning of the name—this truly was the land with the most beautiful white clouds!

The helicopter sped through the air. As evening approached, Charles suddenly reached out, tugged at Robert Walker, and pointed outside for him to look.

Instinctively, Robert Walker looked out. At that moment, the sun was setting behind the mountains, the afterglow of dusk shining, and the tawny summer sunlight bathed the land. At the edge of his vision, there seemed to be a sparkling lake reflecting a gentle light.

Looking as far as he could, he saw the continuous silhouette of a majestic mountain range in the distance. Lush, tall trees stretched from the mountaintops in all directions, their leaves swaying in the wind, resembling a sea of green.

The helicopter continued flying toward the mountains. Halfway up a hillside, a medieval castle appeared, half-hidden. The castle, with its gray bricks and red tiles, nestled among dense, tall trees, exuded an ancient and rustic aura. With no other buildings around, it looked like a stubborn old man.

Robert Walker was about to marvel at the sight, when suddenly he shivered: Damn, why does everything around here look so familiar? Especially that castle—he felt like he’d seen it somewhere before!

Immediately, he recalled the wonderful dream he’d had the night he registered for the game. Then, shocked, he looked at Charles and said, “God, this is my territory!”

Charles’s expression changed slightly as he asked, “You’ve been here before?”

Robert Walker didn’t answer. He stared in a daze at the land outside, bathed in the gentle glow of the setting sun. The land showed none of summer’s harshness, only a lush green that seemed to drip with life. For someone like him, long wrapped in the steel and concrete of the city, this was more than just a breath of fresh air!

“How do you know this is the Land of the Never-Setting Sun?” Charles asked with a smile.

Robert Walker murmured, “I know, I just know, because this belongs to me!”

Of course he knew. Not just the castle, but the hills, grasslands, and forests of this land were all so familiar—he’d seen it countless times, not only in his dreams, but also every day on the lord’s sandbox on his chest. This was the life-sized, super-detailed version of that sandbox!

If the Heart of the Lord had given him such a vast and beautiful land, then he shouldn’t have been anxious or afraid before—he should have been thrilled and excited!

Thinking of this, he summoned the Heart of the Lord hidden at his chest.

The green Heart of the Lord appeared first, then split into two parts, one large and one small. The larger part quickly lost its color and transformed into the territory sandbox, while the smaller part floated in front of him, turning into a crystal, semi-transparent wheel.

On the wheel was a dark green arrow, and it was divided into five sections labeled: Heart of the Territory, Heart of Enhancement, Heart of Wealth, Heart of Soul, and Heart of Mystery.

In addition, the originally crystal-clear territory sandbox was now covered with a thick layer of mist. But this mist wasn’t white—it was a pale green, and seemed to drift slowly as if blown by a breeze, looking very strange.

He reached out to touch the wheel, but it didn’t move; he silently thought “spin,” but it still didn’t move; he thought “draw a prize,” still no movement. This thing seemed to be just for show—no matter what he tried, it wouldn’t budge...

Seeing this, Robert Walker was confused again. Why had the Heart of the Lord changed? What did this newly appeared pale green sandbox mean? And what was the deal with these sections on the wheel?

Uncontrollably, he recalled the game guide he’d seen when he first encountered the Heart of the Lord. He remembered the guide mentioning things like the Heart of the Territory, but he hadn’t paid attention at the time. Now, without the guide, he could only figure things out on his own.

Miss this chance and there won’t be another—opportunity knocks but once. Old Walker thought this was truly tragic.

The helicopter slowly landed on a flat patch of grass. Such places weren’t easy to find. Although this land had plenty of plains, they were untended, overgrown with tall wild grass, making the environment a bit harsh for a civilian helicopter.

Jumping out of the helicopter, Robert Walker looked around and asked, “Charles, does this place, this whole stretch of land, belong to me now?”

Charles shrugged and said, “Of course, of course, buddy, this is your turf now. But you still need to handle some paperwork. Once you take over this place, it’ll be all yours.”

Charles noticed the change in his expression and asked, “Hey, Walker, what’s wrong?”