Locke, who had already finished bathing, reclined lazily on the large sofa in the suite's living room.
He opened the wooden box and held the Dragon Core that was smaller than the size of a palm in his hand.
Locke was trying to categorize the Dragon Core.
However, the System did not answer him, and he was out of ideas.
The Dragon Core did not look like a gemstone, nor did it look like a fossil. He had no clue what kind of treasure it was..
Regardless, Locke could not deny how mystical it looked.
Despite its dark gray shell, every two seconds, it would flash with a different color of light.
Moreover, Locke could feel an indescribable power lingering within it.
"What should I call this thing?" Locke chuckled to himself.
"A Dragon Core is a Dragon Core. There's no need to generalize it. No other treasure is worth its value..."
A gentle female voice came from behind Locke.