Now, it has been a long time since the originally planned expedition.
Some of the bounty hunter teams that came together with Morris have already permanently rested in a corner of this planet.
Some returned early to recover after being injured.
Only a few, who were under the blessing of luck, received substantial points rewards and successfully became Dark Spirits, holding the power to control the Extraordinary.
Morris gently set down the somewhat rusty wine glass in his hand, within which floated a nameless little flying insect in the light-red Langke Wine.
The tabletop was coated in years of grime.
The stubborn stains seemed to have rooted there, as if even scraping off a layer wouldn't clean them entirely.
Morris pinched the insect from the glass with two fingers and casually tossed it onto the floor strewn with sunflower seed shells - his handiwork over the past hour here.
He had long been accustomed to this living environment.
