This is...
Wen Nan held the ring up to the light coming from the ceiling of the rental apartment, slowly rotating it, carefully deciphering the three rows of characters as fine as a mosquito's legs carved into it—
[F.#\+`£|＇£|¢ M.¢＂¥£€ W.@/')> S.Y.]
[L.*&|>}!@ Y.+¢|#＂F.]
[F.¥|＜|% J.J.]
Staring at the jumbled characters, Wen Nan squinted his eyes.
This thing is even more convoluted and difficult to understand than those elf and wizard writings from Middle Earth. Could this really be the Lord of the Rings? Should he find a forge and toss the ring in to try it out?
As he was thinking, a system introduction popped up—
9527: [Portable Storage Ring, can store any equipment, items, and objects from instances and the game lobby, ignoring game rules for usage inside the Storage Ring.]
...Ignoring game rules?
Wen Nan: [So, does that mean things normally restricted within instances, which can't be taken out, can be stored in this Storage Ring and taken out?]
9527: [Yes.]
