Eros was a little surprised and asked Barbara in his soul space:

"Have you seen this seal?"

Barbara nodded, and without keeping anyone in suspense, she immediately introduced Eros:

"This is the tool the master used to motivate himself to work harder before he became a god."

"A tool to spur our ancestors to work harder?"

Eros looked at the small blackboard in front of him in surprise. He didn't expect its origin to be so great.

"That's right! Back then, the master wrote down the names of all the people who had offended him and whom he couldn't defeat at the moment on a blackboard, then hung it in his room, making sure he could see it every day when he opened his eyes. He used this method to motivate himself to become stronger."

Eros opened his mouth. Is emotion such a spur?

Isn't this the real-life version of "I'll keep this grudge in mind first"? Did our ancestors remember grudges like this in the past?

Barbara didn't notice the change in Eros's expression. She seemed to be immersed in her memories and sighed to herself:

"However, after the master became a god, he never used this small blackboard again."

"It was around that time that I also saw this small blackboard among the master's miscellaneous items. However, it was just an ordinary object at the time. I never expected that after tens of thousands of years, it would transform into a sealed object."

After saying this, Barbara looked very sad.

Cynthia, who was also in the soul space, said thoughtfully after hearing this:

"It turns out that the night has such a past."

After hearing Cynthia's words, Barbara's body stiffened.

Only then did she remember that the soul space now contained more than just the three of them and that tentacle that had a strong sense of stealing.

It’s bad, it’s bad, it’s bad, what did she say!

How could the master's glorious and majestic image be ruined by her mouth?

You idiot, what are you talking about?

How could I tell these things to anyone? Not even to Eros.

If the master returns and finds out that she has revealed her dark history, she will be in trouble.

Thinking of the punishment she might face in the future, Barbara hurried to make amends. She said in a somewhat panicked tone:

"You heard me wrong. I'm not talking about the master. I'm talking about a friend of my master."

"That friend of his likes to record the names of his enemies on this blackboard, not the owner."

"Yes! It's the master's friend!" Barbara said seriously and confidently.

Cynthia fell silent. Did she look like a fool?

The little Book of Night floating beside Barbara shook, emitting a halo of light that flickered like a firefly, as if mocking Barbara.

Seeing that this stupid book dared to laugh at her, Barbara became angry and grabbed the Little Book of the Night and put it under her butt to sit.

Ariana kept struggling, but here she was only a part of her consciousness. How could she defeat Barbara's real body? She could only be forced to be suppressed under Barbara's butt.

After watching the farce happening in his soul space, Eros wisely did not expose Barbara's behavior of making friends out of nothing, but redirected the topic back to the drawing board in front of him.

"According to the information I just got from Bruce's soul, this sealed artifact is called the Wishing Board. It is a sealed artifact that can grant wishes as long as a price is paid."

"But it's obviously impossible for Bruce to write on the seal that he would have someone else consume his strength. This means that someone secretly tampered with Bruce's wish."

"Are they the subordinates who have a problem with Bruce? And what does the last sentence mean?"

"Could it be that the person who tampered with Bruce's wish wants me to let him go?"

After asking these questions, Eros began to quietly communicate with the world in the tank in his heart, wanting to see if there were any survivors nearby.

As the master of the world in the tank, as long as he wants, he can instantly know anything that happens in the world in the tank.

Unfortunately, no matter how he searched the nearby area, he found nothing.

It seems that the person who tampered with Bruce's wish must have died in the aftermath of the battle between Bruce and the other pirate kings.

Eros sighed, reached out and picked up the wishing board, preparing to move it to his own holding room later.

Just as his hand touched the wishing board, a spiritual wave suddenly came out from the board.

Eros was startled and quickly let go of the drawing board, looking at it vigilantly.

This kind of seal that is related to the gods is no joke. If he is not careful, even he may suffer.

Cynthia and Barbara, who were in his soul space, also apparently sensed the spiritual fluctuations, so they all looked at the drawing board with the help of Eros' eyes.

Under the gaze of everyone, the three lines of words originally written on the drawing board faded away little by little, and finally disappeared into thin air, as if they were wiped away by an invisible eraser.

Immediately afterwards, there was a rustling sound of chalk rubbing against the blackboard, and as the sound rang out, a line of text automatically appeared in the center of the blackboard.

"Praise you, my great master. After 37,654 years, 3 months, 20 days, 10 hours, 9 minutes, and 48 seconds, I, a loyal and humble person, have finally returned to your great and honorable hands."

Eros blinked, a strange look on his face, and asked Barbara in the soul space:

"Does it recognize me as its ancestor?"

"Obviously, yes!" Barbara nodded in agreement.

After getting Barbara's confirmation, Eros just felt a little funny.

Is it okay if you flatter the wrong person?

But I didn't expect that this sealed object also has the characteristics of being alive.

Bruce obviously knew nothing about this, otherwise he would have told me about it when he was interrogating his soul just now.

Seeing that Eros had not responded, the wishing board erased the words that had just been displayed and edited a new text.

"I, a loyal and humble person, have noticed that you, my master, seem to be in a period of weakness. I wonder if I, a humble person, can have the honor to contribute to your greatness."

"Master, please write what you wish to accomplish on my body. For a small price, I, a humble person, can change your destiny and make things turn out the way you desire."

"Great Master, I am no longer just a blackboard that can only record words. I am now able to offer you some small and insignificant help."

"Please be kind and don't put me in the junk pile again. It's so lonely and cold there."

"Of course, if there's no room next to you, then I can accept a pile of junk."

"As long as it is your will, Master, no matter what it is, I will obey it. I will quietly wait among the debris for the day when you need me."