Riley and his wives continued to explore the vast stretches of the secret realm, their footsteps echoing through glimmering caverns and misty forest paths that twisted into the unknown.
Over the weeks, they had collected an astonishing amount of loot—ancient artifacts, rare spirit herbs, glowing crystal cores, and weapons that shimmered with forgotten power.
Yet, what intrigued Riley the most wasn't the value of the treasure—it was the nature of it.
No matter how much they took, the treasure chests refilled.
The guardian beasts, once slain, returned after a short time, as if the realm refused to remain empty.
It was like an endless loop, offering infinite bounty to those wise—or bold—enough to stay and harvest it.
While others came and went, content with what they could carry, Riley and his wives remained.
For over a month now, they had lived within the realm's boundaries, hunting, training, and amassing a fortune that could rival empires.
