"What in the world is this?"
Lying on the bed in his small room, Park Jin-woo stared at the translucent gray cube resting in his palm. A strange, spectral light flickered deep within it. This was clearly no ordinary object, but some kind of magical artifact.
Park Jin-woo hadn't mentioned the cube when he gave his report to the lord. He’d figured it would be taken from him if he did, a suspicion that now felt like a wise precaution. Any
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