In the cave, a piece of jet black metal lay on the ground. Its lustrous, dark surface did not seem unusual, yet a mere glance at it gave one the sensation of being drawn into a vortex.
"If it weren't for you, I would have killed that guy long ago." The President sighed, his face showing a hint of excitement as he placed his hands on it, the golden light constantly being drawn by the black stone.
Looking at the jet black stone, the President's stern face was tinged with anticipation and excitement, "For you, I have spent decades searching, for opening you, I've spent almost twenty years entirely focused on you."
"However, you are almost ready to be opened. Once I absorb your power, I can become a Middle-Level God or even an Upper God. Who on Earth can stop me then?"
The President's lips curved into a warlord-like smile.
