In the secret realm, Ulysses opened his eyes.
"Still no good, the space flaw is completely ruined."
Hearing this expected response, Richard did not get angry; he merely sighed in resignation.
"It's ruined, so be it—at least we are still alive, aren't we? You said it yourself, as long as we're alive, there's hope."
Richard returned to the experimentation table and silently made a mark in his notebook. On the pages of the notebook, there was now a complete 'Zheng' character, along with the horizontal stroke Richard had just added.
That was the number of days since they had entered the secret realm. Although the world mushroom was still dormant, resulting in the absence of day and night in the secret realm, clocks were still functional.
At that moment, it had been one hundred twenty-six hours, thirty-eight minutes and fifty seconds since they had entered the secret realm.
If nothing unexpected happened, these days would go on for decades, centuries, or even a lifetime.
