amaotonovel Chapter 607 The Item Was Found
Chapter 607 The Item Was Found
After all, Meros's vast private treasury was far too vast and deep; if he were to search for things on his own, it would probably take him a great deal of time and energy.
Moreover, over the years, whenever new items have been stored there, the warehouse assistant has usually been responsible for sorting and putting them back in their proper places.
Even when dealing with something special or critical that requires Meros's personal attention, he usually only needs to give a few simple instructions, and the intelligent warehouse assistant can handle it perfectly.
Therefore, if you want to pinpoint the exact location of the item that Meros wants, the best way is to let the intelligent warehouse assistant find it, which saves time, effort, and worry.
"Okay, please wait a moment. Also, does this item have any obvious external characteristics? And could you provide some more details about when it was received into the warehouse?"
Upon hearing its master's request, No. 0578 immediately and without hesitation responded.
As they spoke, a series of complex and precise data codes flashed rapidly in the depths of the eye on the screen in front of No. 0578—undoubtedly, it was now fully engaged in the search and was quickly mobilizing the massive data resources it possessed to begin a thorough investigation and comparison.
"Hmm... It was put into storage about half a year ago. At that time, I arranged for someone to send this item into the warehouse for safekeeping."
Oh, right! There's one more very important point: I specifically instructed that a red paper strip must be attached to the surface of the item as a marker for identification.
Furthermore, it was placed in a completely sealed box and protected with the highest level of security measures.
When asked by Number 0578, Meros answered without hesitation.
"Okay, let's begin your precise search."
Upon hearing Meros's words, the data flow in the depths of Number 0578's eyes suddenly accelerated, as if a high-speed computer were working at full capacity.
Time passed second by second, and about five minutes had elapsed.
The data stream that had been rushing past like lightning in No. 0578's eyes finally came to a slow stop and settled precisely on a series of characters interwoven with numbers and letters.
"We have successfully located the item that entered the warehouse six months ago. It was a sealed box with a red label and classified as top secret."
However, due to my limited permissions, I cannot directly obtain the item, but I can currently provide you with its specific location information.
Immediately afterwards, Number 0578 spoke in a cold, mechanical voice devoid of any emotion.
As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling beam of light shot out from the body of No. 0578, instantly outlining a complex yet orderly coordinate pattern in the air.
Meros's gaze swept quickly across the coordinates, and then the shadow beneath his feet, which had been as calm as a lake, suddenly rippled, as if a long-dormant beast had suddenly awakened.
In the blink of an eye, a thick and exceptionally flexible black tentacle shot out from the shadows, flying towards the target like an arrow.
In an instant, the tentacle reached its destination, landing precisely in front of a cabinet with a door.
Through the tightly closed cabinet door, one could vaguely see a mesmerizing, dazzling light emanating from inside, but what exactly was inside remained completely unknown.
Moro's serpentine tentacles gently touched the bright red label on the cabinet door, presumably sensing the information it conveyed.
Immediately afterwards, a crisp "beep" sound was heard, and the cabinet door seemed to open slowly and automatically.
The moment the cabinet door was fully opened, a bone-chilling cold rushed out, accompanied by billowing thick fog.
These white mists were like the chilling air from the deepest hell, so cold that they sent shivers down one's spine.
Even Meros's incredibly tough tentacles were frozen solid the instant they touched the white mist.
However, this little bit of stuff didn't have much of an effect on Meros's tentacles.
His tentacles possess extraordinary adaptability and self-repair mechanisms. In just a few seconds, the tentacle that had been frozen off quickly thawed and became soft and flexible again.
Without the slightest hesitation, Meros's tentacles once again reached into the cabinet, like lightning streaking across the night sky.
In the blink of an eye, the tentacles accurately grasped the items stored in the cabinet and steadily removed them.
The entire movement was executed in one smooth, clean, and efficient motion, leaving the audience in awe.
However, in just a few seconds, when Meros's tentacles returned with the items, they were covered with a thick layer of white frost, as if they had just undergone a severe cold baptism.
Meros looked at the enormous tentacle before him, gleaming with a cold light and covered in frost, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, showing a hint of surprise.
Clearly, he hadn't expected that this thing could freeze his tentacles so easily.
Although the ice layer on the frozen tentacles was as thin as a cicada's wing, it was still enough to astonish Meros.
However, Meros didn't pay much attention to this little incident—after all, it wasn't a big problem for him.
He swiftly extended his arm and effortlessly caught the exquisite wooden box held tightly in the hand by the frozen tentacle.
The instant it touched the box, it was as if some magical force was acting on it, and the frost that had been covering the tentacles vanished without a trace.
Meros didn't stop what he was doing; he first carefully examined the box in his hand.
Instead, once they got their hands on it, they couldn't wait to wave their fingers again and suddenly lift the lid.
In an instant, an even more biting and chilling cold than before surged out of the box like a raging tide, sweeping through every inch of the surrounding air.
The bone-chilling cold was like being below absolute zero, as if time and space would freeze at that moment.
"Tsk, what a hassle,"
Meros frowned as he watched the white mist surging forth like a tidal wave, and muttered a complaint under his breath.
Immediately afterwards, a jet-black light flashed between him and the box.
In an instant, the originally aggressive and turbulent white mist was as if it had been enchanted and was instantly trapped above the box. No matter how desperately it struggled and rolled, it could not escape this magical restraint.
After completing this series of actions, Meros finally turned his gaze to the inside of the box.
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