บท 374: Divergent Thoughts and the Calamity They Bring

After dealing with the three guardian beasts of the cave, Arias turned his attention back to the magic fruit in his hand. After examining it for a while, he wrapped it back in the old velvet cloth and placed it back in the wooden box. He then tossed the wooden box into the dimensional ring he wore on his finger.

The wooden box used to store the fruit was not an ordinary box; it was a magic item designed to preserve the fruit and prevent it from decaying over time. Typically, a regular fruit, once picked, would start to rot within half a month. However, magic fruits could last for decades or until the magical power within them dissipated. Using this wooden box could potentially extend the fruit's lifespan to a hundred years without spoiling. Storing it in the wooden box was undoubtedly the most prudent choice. ‘Thanks to Darvenno for providing such an excellent magic item,’ Arias thought, unable to suppress a smirk.