The bright moonlight poured into the bedroom, leaving a silvery white.
Carter sat on the bed and looked at the five broken maps in front of him. The content on them was vague and there was no way to identify them.
“Congratulations to the host, all five broken maps have been collected. Would you like to synthesize a dark map?”
Hearing the system prompt, Carter took a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that he would be depressed if he heard a sentence repeated on the broken map.
After all, for non-Chiefs, nothing is worse, only the worst!
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