As soon as Anon moved the box from its position, he discovered a large metallic gate concealed behind the missile launching cannon.

“If I recall correctly, this cave used to be much larger than it is now… There was a big metallic door at the front leading to a very spacious room with various instruments and chemicals,” Faith explained while lightly touching the missile launcher.

“It doesn’t end here,” Anon said.

“What do you mean?” Faith inquired.

“Come, take a look at this,” Anon pointed to the metallic door.

Curious, Faith approached the door and observed it closely.

“Oh, you’re right… This is the door. If I remember correctly, it leads to the room I just described to you. But to open this gate, we have to remove the cannon from here, and I don’t think the two of us will be enough to even budge it. It’s fixed in place, see its base?” Faith pointed at the bottom of the cannon.

Anon examined the cannon’s bottom and noticed it was securely anchored to the ground with thick metal pipes and large nails designed to absorb the missile’s recoil.

Anon stood up, walked towards the missile launching cannon, and handed his butler coat to Faith. “Hold this for me.”

Faith questioned Anon, “What are you trying to do? This thing has been here for who knows how long, and these nails are too old to be removed now. You can’t use magic on this.”

While Faith expressed doubt about their chances of moving that thing, Anon moved to the other side of the cannon, rolled up his sleeves, and grabbed it from the bottom like a man.

Clutch

“Come on, don’t let me down, baby, i worked hard on you. Now is the time to pay off.” Anon muttered to himself as he flexed his biceps.

Hup ．

Anon strained, attempting to lift the cannon off the ground. His face turned progressively redder with the effort. He was using everything he had in himself physically.

Crack

Slowly, the nails began to come loose from the ground as Anon continued to pull. Anon kept pulling and pulling until every single nail from the left side of the Cannon came out.

“This is… impossible,” Faith muttered in disbelief as she observed that the Cannon has been lifted from one side, she immediately walked over to the other side of the Cannon, to observe Anon pulling the cannon with all his strength.

His clothes were tearing, his bowtie had broken, and his face grew increasingly red.

“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk….. Come on, Bitcccccch.” Anon shouted, boosting the power in his muscles. Eventually, he successfully removed all the nails on one side.

He stood up after removing the nails and walked to the other side of the Cannon and grabbed the Cannon once again.

*Hup*

*Hup*

This time he wasn’t alone, Faith also helped him in doing this.

“I will help… Mr. Jule.” Faith spoke.

‘It doesn’t matter… Your presence here is useless to me woman. You don’t even have 25% of the physical power that i possess right now.

Come on… once more.’ Anon thought as he tightened his biceps and supplied power to his legs.

*Ting*

*Ting*

The nails started coming off from that side as well.

Once all the nails were out, Anon carried the cannon away from its position, unveiling the massive metallic door behind it.

Anon then approached the metallic door and touched it. “This is pure Travertine as well. What was this guy researching, that he had to live in such a secured place ?”

“I don’t know; I was only five at the time. I believe he was a weapons developer,” Faith replied.

“How do I open this?” Anon asked, applying pressure to the gate, but nothing happened.

“No, wait. There’s something that Father did when he came to this door; it was related to this wall. He spent two minutes staring at this wall. I never knew why.” Faith pointed at the right wall, where two torches were mounted on both sides.

“This torch… it’s not the same size as the others, it’s slightly shorter. An observation that’s not easy to make,” Anon said, indicating the torch on the right wall.

Faith pushed the shorter torch slightly.

Shhhh

Grrrrre

The torch began to recede into the wall, and a small glass screen emerged. Above the glass screen, an ancient Elven magic circle floated with green symbols.

“Can you read this?” Anon asked Faith.

“I can’t; it’s very ancient…” Faith replied.

“Damn…” Anon said with disappointment.

A blood detection magic circle, Link suddenly spoke.

‘Link, did you say something?’ Anon inquired.

Master, that magic circle is for blood detection. It can send a signal if the correct blood is placed on the circle and activate a destructive signal if the wrong blood is used, Link explained.

‘A blood detection magic circle… With Faith and her father sharing the same blood, this gate can be opened,’ Anon thought, examining the magic circle.

Faith tried to decipher the Elven inscriptions on the circle. “This is related to blood; I can understand some of the words. This one signifies blood, and this one indicates authority.”

“Put your blood on the glass,” Anon instructed.

“What? I don’t think it means that,” Faith hesitated.

“Just do it, Luv,” Anon insisted.

“Alright, if you say so.” Faith took out her sword and made a small cut on her finger. She allowed two drops of blood to fall onto the glass plate.

The magic circle above the glass screen began to rotate rapidly in a clockwise direction.

Beep

Suddenly, it came to a halt, changing to a red color.

“What does that mean?” Faith asked, puzzled.

The glass screen receded into the wall, and the torch returned.

Click

Clank

The sound of a lock disengaging emanated from the room’s door as it swung open.

“Jackpot. Let’s go,” Anon said.

“Mr. Jule, I already told you. He was a 2,000-year-old dwarf, and his research is equally ancient. There’s nothing in there that will interest you,” Faith replied as she followed Anon into the room.