My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 331: Shocking Secrets Part 2

(So why is there no trace of their technology on your planet? It doesn't make sense.)

Asher thought for a moment before responding.

"Maybe they were killed off or destroyed."

Pantheon let out a deep laugh.

(You think just anyone could defeat the Truth Seekers? They're not just smart, they're also tough to kill. Their tech counters almost everything.)

(Even if someone managed to defeat a civilization of them, which is unlikely, they could just send more of their kind to reclaim this place and make it part of their territory.)

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you mean? How could they just send more?"

(That's what makes them so formidable. The Truth Seekers have a vast network of interconnected worlds and civilizations at their disposal.)

(They can summon reinforcements from other galaxies and dimensions with ease. Defeating them would require an enormous amount of power and resources.)

"You seem to have a lot of information from them."

(Brat, it's based on my own experience. The Ancient Dragons once tried to wipe out that race with help from other powerful races. We couldn't stand the idea of weak beings conquering galaxies after galaxies using nothing but intellect.)

"And you all lost?"

(Lost isn't the right word. We sent our armies and destroyed many of their galaxies, but reinforcements kept coming from a place we called the [Endless Zone]. We tried searching for it, but we never figured out how to get there.)

(In the end, we realized it was pointless to keep fighting. So we accepted them as equals. They're the only race that climbed their way to the top using nothing but technology.)

Asher stayed skeptical. "I thought magic was the apex of all knowledge"

Pantheon sighed, understanding where he was coming from.

He lived and breath by magic, so hearing that a race reached the top using only science was like being told he'd been following the wrong path all along.

(Depends on how you look at it. Truth Seekers were weak on their own, but their tech could be mass-produced. Unlike magic, which needs talent, their tools made them deadlier in war.)

(But I do think your path is the right one. Truth Seekers are powerful, sure—but no one in their history ever reached the level of those truly at the top.)

Asher shook his head, his eyes fixed on the pyramid's entrance.

"We're wasting time here, and I don't want to hear more about the universe. It just makes me feel small. Let's head inside and see if there's anything valuable."

(Be careful. If there's really a treasure there, then you must be more cautious. There could be traps inside that could one hit kill you."

Asher nodded in understanding, deciding to trust Pantheon's judgment.

He raised his hand, and from his space bag, he summoned five puppets.

They were the same ones he had used before, powered by dragon cores, but this version was more refined.

The puppets stood at attention, their eyes glowing with a soft blue light as they awaited his commands.

He gave them a series of instructions, and they nodded in unison before moving forward towards the pyramid's entrance.

(Good idea, use them first to test the place)

"Yeah, so guard my real body while I directly control the strongest one,"

Asher added, and sat on the ground, closing his eyes to share his senses with the puppet that looked just like him.

As his consciousness merged with the puppet's, he felt a sense of disorientation, as if he was suddenly in two places at once.

But he quickly adjusted to the sensation, his mind adapting to the new perspective.

He was shocked to see that the interior of the pyramid was vastly different from its exterior.

Gone were the ancient stone walls. Instead, he found himself in a sleek, modern-looking environment that seemed to belong in a science fiction movie.

The walls, floor, and ceiling were all made of a black metallic substance. The corridors stretched out in every direction, lined with strange lines embedded on the walls.

It looked too well-maintained, too modern, and too advanced to be abandoned. It was as if the owners had just stepped out for a moment, leaving everything in perfect working condition.

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Pantheon's words of caution and warning before were starting to get under his nerves.

To mitigate any potential risks, he decided to increase the gap between his puppets.

He spread them out, creating a wider perimeter around himself as he moved deeper.

'What is this? A tablet?'

He reached out a hand and gently touched the surface of the object, which was indeed a tablet-like device made of a stone-like material.

The surface was smooth to the touch, and there were symbols that were new to him.

He focused his mind, trying to see if he could sense any hidden patterns or codes within the carvings.

But as he delved deeper, he realized that the language was not just unknown to him - it was also somehow... shifting.

Asher's eyes narrowed as he observed the carving's behavior.

He closed his eyes, and then looked at the carving once more, trying to see if the reaction was consistent.

The symbols shifted and rearranged themselves, taking on a new pattern.

"It's different from before. But the initial state is the same."

Asher's frustration with the carving's cryptic message was obvious, but he knew he couldn't afford to waste any more time on it.

With a deep breath, he decided to move on and explore the rest of the place.

CLICK!

One of his puppets triggered something.

HISSSSSS!

The corridor suddenly erupted in a cloud of fine, white dust. The air was filled with a faint hissing sound, and his puppet was momentarily obscured from view.

But he didn't panic at all.

He knew his puppet were designed to withstand hazardous environments, and they weren't even alive in a literal sense, so no bioweapon could hurt them.

Unfortunately, he underestimated the gas. The puppets dissolved into nothing, forcing him to cast a stronger barrier around the one he controlled.

Just to be safe, he also cast a series of wind funneling spell to redirect the deadly air.

'Four puppets destroyed just like that' he sighed, picking up the dragon cores from the ground.

Then he took out more puppets, this time with a different design.

He loaded the dragon cores into their bodies and gave the order to act his trap tester.

Along the way, more traps were triggered, each one powerful enough to kill an average demon king, showing just how much more technologically advanced the owners of this place was.

He encountered traps like laser beams too fast to dodge, sound waves that turned everything to dust through vibration and frequency, and others.

These traps made him rethink his skills and even gave him inspiration for new ones.

Finally, he reached the end of the corridor, where a large white metal door was waiting.

It hissed open after sensing his presence, revealing a vast, hollow space.

'Is that it? All that traps for this thing?' he walked towards the center and only see one golden card that has symbols on it that he did not understand.

He slowly grabbed it, and when it got unlinked from the platform, a projection appeared.

It was of a tall figure, but he couldn't see the face because it was hidden by a glass mask.

There was a moment of silence until the projection started speaking in a foreign language.

Sadly, he did not know the language of the projection, so for now, he could only embed the words into his memory until he learned how to translate them.

As the projection continued to speak, he repeated the words to himself, trying to imprint them on his mind.

When everything was done, the entire space fell completely silent.

He tried searching the area for anything more valuable but found nothing.

The gold card was the only thing there, which left him disappointed, especially since this was supposed to be a structure from a super-advanced civilization.

Given how Pantheon described the Truth Seekers, he had expected something like laser rifles that could fire pure plasma at the temperature of the sun, or a bunch of androids, and more.

"Maybe Pantheon will know more about it," he added, instructing the puppets to leave.

Outside, Asher stored them all back in his storage bag, and he studied the golden card with interest.

(That's a Coordinate plane)

Asher raised an eyebrow and asked for further clarification.

(It's an object used to direct you to specific coordinates in the universe, but it uses the Truth Seeker's special language, so you need one of their teleporters to make it work.)

"So all of that effort for a map?"

(Brat, not just any map... But a Truth Seeker Map. And if you're lucky, you could find a lot of treasure by reaching that location.)

Asher shook his head. "It's tempting, but I have more important things to worry about."