The Ingenious left Junia and the others behind, leaving behind a trail of dust.
No one noticed Lulunaka and Zendina's departure. Even if they did, they probably wouldn't care. The behemoth in front of them and the ruins under it had already taken away their attention and energy.
To Junia and the others, the matter of clearing out the monsters emerging from the ground and dealing with this disaster was already over.
Just as Lulunaka had said, after the monsters at the top of the food chain were eliminated, the monsters that preferred to live underground returned to the place they escaped from and continued to live, reproduce, and fight.
The most powerful one had disappeared, and it was time to decide who would be the new top.
Lulunaka sat in front of the Ingenious and didn't drive the mule. The two beasts seemed to know the way as they walked on the flat road and headed northeast.
Lulunaka was holding a book with a leather cover in her hand and reading it with great interest.
The leather cover wasn't small and almost covered half of her body. Only the top of her head could be seen.
She didn't take too many things with her. The core was still in the alchemy pot, as if it had become one with the pot. There were too many carapaces of the Worm Dragon, and she couldn't take all of them. Leaving most of them was in line with her plan. Therefore, she only took the best part, and cut it into a suitable size.
Since she was going to make equipment for Junia, she naturally wouldn't slack off. This was what a hero deserved.
After all, the one who saved this area wasn't Lulunaka, but the perfect knight. She was just a guide.
Lulunaka, who had been busy dealing with the Worm Dragon and didn't have time to read, finally got some time to enjoy herself.
For Lulunaka, books were very interesting things. This medium was too backward for her, but for people nowadays, it was probably the most suitable tool. It could be used to obtain knowledge and leave behind some traces of one's own.
What Lulunaka was reading now was the traces left behind by several generations … No, it might be dozens of generations.
"What an interesting method. To be able to deviate to such an extent, it can be considered a brand new path."
Lulunaka flipped through the Human Skin Handbook and muttered to herself, "But I didn't even consider whether I could bear it as an individual. This is not the way a practical person should think. In the end, I was still ridiculously wrong."
Although that was the case, the people who wrote the story were not oblivious to this point. Since it was difficult for an individual to bear, then there should be hope for the collective, right?
Judging from the results, the Bugmen with countless eyes, each of which represented a member of the same clan, was most likely a masterpiece, although it was hard to tell if it could still be considered an inheritance of the clan.
Anyone who could make such a judgment would have died hundreds of years ago.
No matter what, this result was not a waste of effort. If not for Junia, they would have succeeded. At the very least, they would have been able to occupy the underground and become Gods.
Unfortunately, there was no such thing as ifs. The Insectoids had been destroyed by Junia, and the Insectoids were nothing but dregs.
In the end, nothing was left except for the Human Skin Handbook, which was of some value.
Moreover, this kind of "valuable" thing could not be simply thrown to others. If this evil thing was given to others, it would probably be the reappearance of the Insectoids and Insectoids.
Lulunaka had no intention of giving this to others. This kind of thing was not even worth selling. She was not some evil god who took pleasure in harming the world.
Dina, who was lying on top of the carriage, had nothing to do. She climbed to the edge and looked down at Lulunaka. "What's so good about that disgusting thing?" She looked at the Human Skin Handbook with a disgusted expression.
This was not an ordinary Human Skin Handbook. The Human Skin Handbook was carefully selected. The person who wrote this book had no intention of hiding it. The skin color and the fine pores on the surface looked as if it had just been peeled off from a human body. It was disgusting.
When they first saw this Human Skin Handbook, even people like Junia and Jessica, who had seen many killings, could not control the disgust that came from the bottom of their hearts.
As for the more immature Dina, she naturally did not have the luxury to do so. She felt that this kind of thing was much more disgusting than flesh and blood. The feeling of carefully decorating something horrifying and disgusting was not something that naked blood could compare to.
If Dina and the others felt discomfort, disgust, and disgust, then Lurunaka felt even more disgust.
To be able to make this kind of cruelty and malice so exquisitely, it was like a work of art. Of course, if Lulunaka found the person who made this work of art, she would still get rid of him.
There had to be a limit to freedom. People who indulged like this were free, but if the blood of others became their tool, it would be too … wasteful.
Compared to the madness of a small number of people, Lulunaka preferred the potential of the majority. Otherwise, she probably would not have been able to find someone as interesting as Junia to make him into what she wanted him to be.
Although this matter ended in failure, Junia was definitely not a failure. However, Lulunaka still knew what he was thinking. He felt that he was a failure, which was another interesting part.
Lulunaka did not immediately answer Dina. She thought of Junia, and the smile on her face became even brighter.
Although there were times when she was annoyed and angry, in the end, she was happier.
"Do you want to take a look?" Lulunaka raised the Human Skin Handbook high, looking as if she was going to throw it to Dina.
Dina showed a very disgusted and disgusted expression. "No, only a perverted old woman like you would like such disgusting things."
Lulunaka chuckled and did not care at all. "There are many interesting things in this book. Don't you want to learn?
They are all ways to rejuvenate your life. "
"I'd rather be a beast than a worm," Dina snorted and ignored Lulunaka. She rolled back to the center of the roof of the car.
Dina's reaction was within Lulunaka's expectations. "What a pity. It seems that no one wants you."
Lulunaka looked at the delicate Human Skin Handbook and touched it a few times. "It seems that no one will feel pity if I burn you. Let's find some time to do that. But you will stink if you are roasted. Let's deal with it another way."