Treasure Hunting System： The Ocean Conquerer-Chapter 592 - 280 Land of Trial_2

At this, the triangular entity began to urge them to take the trial again.

Alka pretended not to hear and asked, "I saw traces of others having been here. Didn’t they take the trial?"

"Oh, you mean those people from before? Although this area has turned into an island, people like you still come here from time to time."

"Some are willing to take the trial; others just want to search for valuables among these ruins. Some even want to destroy the stone tower. Truly incomprehensible."

"No one wants to take the trial? Impossible," Jason said in surprise beside him.

He himself wanted to try it. It couldn’t be that none of the people who had come before wanted to attempt the trial.

That doesn’t quite make sense.

"Of course, some have attempted the trial. It’s just that they failed, or they weren’t qualified."

"Qualifications are needed?" Alka asked, a hint of puzzlement in his voice.

Then why does it always feel the need to urge us to take the trial?

"Of course. Too strong or too weak won’t work. After all, only that one tower remains here."

"All Towers of Trial were forged by the pioneers themselves. How could mortal beings possibly defy their design?"

Ah, I understand. It seems our current strength is just right, within the range for the trial.

"So, besides us, are there any other people on this island?" Julia suddenly asked.

"Of course, there are."

There really are.

Then why didn’t we find any boats when we circled the island?

Alka couldn’t help but wonder.

"There is a Dwarf, but he’s not polite at all and has been here for a long time."

"I’ve told you countless times, I’m short because of my race, you ignorant piece of rock!"

A resonant voice, tinged with firmness, echoed, but the group saw no one.

They only heard the triangular entity say, "Pay him no mind. That impolite Dwarf can hear people speaking ill of him from a great distance. He’s not actually here."

"You just wait, you broken rock! I swear I’ll smash you to bits today!"

The voice boomed again.

Then, a rumbling sound echoed from outside.

The group tensed, instantly alert. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

They walked out of the hall, passing through the dilapidated doorway to the outside.

In the distance, dust plumed as a figure darted through the ruins, rapidly approaching them.

It was a short, sturdily built man in brown adventurer’s attire, with a large, ruddy nose.

He had short, salt-and-pepper hair and a meticulously groomed, bushy beard.

He looked almost exactly like the Dwarves from Alka’s memories.

"He really is short," Jason whispered in the others’ ears.

"Damn humans, I can hear you!" the bearded Dwarf bellowed, stamping his foot.

Caught speaking ill of him, Jason quickly apologized.

However, the Dwarf merely roared, not showing much genuine anger, as if he were already accustomed to it.

"You people in this place are truly ignorant."

Ever since Julia had seen this Dwarf, she had been frowning, her gaze fixed intently on him.

"What is it? Is there something wrong with him?" Chadite asked from beside her.

Julia’s expression was clearly troubled.

Hearing this, she said, "He... he’s out of place in this world."

At this, everyone scrutinized the Dwarf before them, while he, in turn, carefully observed Alka and the others.

"You’re a... Dwarf?" Alka asked, looking at him with some uncertainty.

He was just too similar to the depictions in the entertainment works from his memories. Short stature, a large beard, and so on...

Hearing Alka’s words, the Dwarf’s eyes visibly brightened. He walked over quickly, scrutinizing Alka.

"You’re different! You’re very different, friend!" the Dwarf exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "You’re the first person in this gods-forsaken place to correctly name my race! Have you known my kin before?"

"Er, no. I’ve just come across some similar information," Alka replied.

"Is that so? Well, no matter! Being able to name my race correctly is already quite something, friend!"

The Dwarf was overjoyed that Alka could identify his race. He became unusually friendly, already treating Alka as a companion.

Alka merely smiled, offering no further explanation. He couldn’t very well say he knew about Dwarves from old entertainment works, could he?

In past fantasy entertainment, the Dwarf race was exceedingly well-known, much like Elves.

To unexpectedly encounter one in this world was truly remarkable.

Alka had thought no such races existed in this world.

So, such races truly do exist in the Endless Sea.

Wait a minute...

Alka was struck by a peculiar thought: the triangular entity didn’t recognize Dwarves.

This was very odd.

The triangular entity had existed since before the Divine War; that much could be gleaned from its earlier narrative.

So, it couldn’t possibly be ignorant of the Dwarf race.

Unless this race was newly born after the world shattered and was pieced back together.

But that, too, seemed unlikely.

Moreover, the Dwarf’s earlier words were also strange.

’You people in this place.’

That clearly wasn’t referring to just this island; he likely meant the entire Endless Sea.

Alka drew a sharp breath. Thinking about it this way seems to have uncovered some incredible information.

Alka couldn’t help but feel a jolt of shock.

On reflection, if this Dwarf had always lived in the Endless Sea, he wouldn’t have said that Alka was the first person to correctly identify his race.

At this thought, he couldn’t help but narrow his eyes slightly.

’Out of place in this world...’

Looking at the Dwarf, he suddenly asked, "You’re not from this world, are you?"