That's right, that's what adventure is like!

Torg's hand hovered in mid-air, about to draw his battle axe and smash it against the door that was flashing with purple light, but he stopped in mid-air because of what he had just said.

Something's not right.

Roland repeated in a low voice, reached into his pocket and gripped the coin tightly, his sharp gaze sweeping across the door frame and the surrounding slippery walls.

With the coin's enhancement, his senses became even sharper, and he could clearly see the minute traces he had just glimpsed.

Less than half a zhang away from them, beneath the murky water, was an unusually bright spot of light with an extremely regular outline. It was neither the angular shape of a rock nor the clump of water plants, but rather a sharp, deliberately arranged geometric shape.

"Back off! There's a trap underwater!"

Roland shouted urgently, his body instinctively stepping back while gripping the coin tighter. The faint guiding feeling became stronger, and he could even faintly hear a sound like a heartbeat coming from the depths of the light spot.

But his warning came a beat too late.

wow-

The sewage seemed to be lifted up by an invisible giant hand, and a thick, viscous black column of water shot straight up. However, it did not explode. Instead, it transformed into three tentacles with sharp teeth at the ends, which bit at the throats of the two people and the handle of the battle axe respectively!

The stench was overwhelming, and the speed was astonishing!

"Dwarf's socks!!" Torg roared, advancing instead of retreating, raising his battle axe from below to try and slash at the tentacles attacking him.

However, when the battle axe tried to cut in, it was like chopping into a piece of tough clay, with great resistance. It only went in halfway before being tightly entangled, and another tentacle took the opportunity to approach his thick neck.

Roland, being some distance away, ducked to avoid the splash, only to be drenched in foul-smelling sewage. Water and gravel flew everywhere from where he had been standing.

But before he could make his next move, the purple light on the door suddenly turned into a sharp, bright red!

Click!Click!Click!

Suddenly, seven or eight pitch-black firing ports popped up on the walls on both sides, but instead of crossbow bolts, they fired clumps of purple slime balls crackling with electricity.

They traced arcs in the air, moving at a slow speed, yet they blocked most of the space for evasion. When they crashed onto the ground or into the water, they immediately made a "sizzling" sound and corroded out white mist.

"It's a series of traps!"

Roland rolled around in the water, feeling a slight tingling sensation in his body, but his mind remained unusually calm.

Although he didn't understand the profound principles of magic, the scene before him was obvious enough: the door was just a decoy, using purple light to attract the intruder's attention; the thing underwater was the real killer, and the slime ball was responsible for finishing off the culprit!

The coin's sensing continued, prompting him to notice a detail: whenever the tentacles launched an attack or the slime ball was shot out, the underwater outline throbbed more violently, and the red light on the door became even more dazzling.

"Don't just attack the tentacles! That thing underwater is the real danger!!!"

Roland shouted at Torg, who was still struggling to break free of the tentacles, and at the same time drew his light crossbow and pulled the trigger at the head-sized firing ports on the wall.

Although he didn't know how to find the magic node, he knew that jamming the internal structure of the mechanism might be useful, or at least better than constantly dodging.

"Damn it! They hid it well!!"

Torg had just torn off half of the tentacle wrapped around the battle axe. After hearing Roland's words, he looked down at the vague, unnatural outline beneath the murky water and understood what he meant.

"I'll distract the tentacles, then you can make your move!"

Seeing that the crossbow bolts were ineffective, Roland stopped dodging and instead risked lunging forward two steps, deliberately attracting two tentacles and several clumps of slime towards him.

This was naturally extremely dangerous, but he was highly focused at the moment. He deftly slapped the tentacles with his longsword to repel them, while the slime balls dodged by rolling unsightly, managing to hold them off for a time.

Torg seized the brief opportunity, took a deep breath, squatted down, his muscles bulging, gathered all his strength in his arms, and then leaped high into the air!

Instead of chopping, he turned the heavy axe forward and slammed it down hard at the center of the outline Roland had indicated!

boom--

The brute force contained in the battle axe was injected into the water's surface in the form of a pure impact, forming a visible crater, and the shockwave spread outwards in a ring.

At the same time, Roland made an almost instinctive move: he threw the coin he had been holding tightly in his left hand with all his might at the door that was flashing red light.

He didn't know if it would work, but if the coin's extraordinary effect was due to some kind of magic, then there might be a slight chance of breaking the original magical circuit here and causing it to collapse.

puff!

The moment the coin touched the mahogany door, the red light flashing on the door seemed to freeze for a moment, like burning charcoal touching cold water, before it began to flash erratically.

Almost simultaneously, the core outline underwater, which had suffered a full-force attack from Torg, also began to emit a strange purple light, seemingly starting to become disordered.

laugh--

White smoke billowed out, accompanied by a muffled sound as if an energy structure had ruptured. The three tentacles stiffened, softened, and turned into sewage that fell below. The launch ports on the wall also retracted with a "click-clack" sound. The flashing red light on the door went out, leaving only dim purple markings.

Only the ripples on the murky water and the two people's panting could be heard in the passage, and the soft click of the latch opening came from the crack in the door.

Torg pulled his battle axe from the knee-deep water, looked at the coin lying quietly in the sewage by the door, then at Roland, and choked out, "You bastard... you're really lucky."

A truly sustainable item imbued with extraordinary magic is quite expensive on the market, especially since it looks like it works remarkably well.

Roland was also somewhat surprised that the coin actually worked, but he did not explain it. He simply picked it up, wiped off the stains, and looked at the open door again.

"Let's rest for a few minutes," he said softly, glancing at the dim light peeking through the crack in the door. "What awaits us inside is probably not gold or silver."

"it is good."

Leaning against the wall, neither of them spoke.

While Torg was wiping the dirt off his battle axe, Roland took two steps forward, came to the location of the outline, and dipped his fingertips into the water, touching the hard edge.

boo——

The object was pulled out of the mud and water, revealing an irregular metal structure about half an arm's length long, with fine and intricate patterns etched on its surface. However, after being subjected to an impact, it had lost all its luster.

"What is that?" Torg looked up at the sound, his gaze falling on the object in Roland's hand. He immediately looked at it with disgust. "It really is a dwarf's contraption. Only they like to make these kinds of things."

As a half-orc, he naturally despised elves and dwarves, and was particularly resistant to dwarven products.

Roland remained silent, his gaze lingering on the now-ineffective construct. After waiting a while without any system notification appearing, he couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed.

"Well, although it can't be extracted, this thing looks quite old. Maybe I can sell it to scholars who are interested in this kind of thing. That would be a good deal."

The thought flashed through Roland's mind. He asked Torgue, and seeing that Torgue wasn't really interested, he casually stuffed the item into his bag.

Then, at his signal, Torg cautiously pushed open the mahogany door with his battle axe.