Inside a cave in a desolate area in outside the island called the capital sits a man with an aura that of an undead. His long black hair is being blown by the wind as his eyes sparkle before the might of the pile of treasure positioned in front of him. He is gripping his fist tight and is desperately trying to hide his joy. If one looks at his mouth, one would not mistake him for a sad person. He is smiling from ear to ear brimming with joy.
"Hahaha! Never been this happy in 90 years." the man exclaimed. "Now, let me see what I got."
Z first inspected the altar of the dead. This is his saving tool. Without this, he would not have come out alive. The necklace is now almost useless to him since he already has the altar which made him a little upset at first, but realizing that he only stole all of this, his fawn was instantly removed.