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A man's fingers roamed on the cold metal surface, and every twist of the combination lock was accompanied by a faint metallic friction sound. He didn't expect any miracles to happen, and sure enough, the safe remained tightly closed, showing no signs of opening. He shook his head lightly, a mixture of helplessness and disdain flashing across his face.
"Ah... Hante, what are you thinking?" The man muttered to himself, his voice tinged with a desire to explore the unknown and a sense of puzzlement towards someone. His palm pressed against the safe, a determined glint flashing in his eyes. Then, a mysterious energy gathered in his hand, causing the air to tremble and the surrounding molecules to undergo subtle changes under the influence of this force.
Hante's body seems to be filled with endless energy, which spreads from his heart to his limbs and finally gathers in his hands. His palms start to heat up, and the surrounding air vibrates along with it. An invisible force forms a powerful energy field between his palms and the safe.
As Hante pushes his inner energy to its limit, he suddenly opens his eyes, and a sharp light flashes in them. He mutters, "Now!" With this command, his palms release a tremendous explosive energy. Instantly, the entire vault is filled with light, and a deafening roar echoes in the enclosed space.
The force of the explosion tore the silver safe door from the inside like a hurricane, scattering fragments everywhere. When the dust settled, Hante stood in front of the safe, having blasted a large hole in the silver behemoth. He breathed heavily, a satisfied smile on his face. The secrets inside the safe were finally exposed before him.
"John, you see, there's nothing we can't solve..." Hante muttered to himself, his voice filled with confidence in his abilities and anticipation for the future. Then, he stepped into the safe and began to search for the treasures forgotten by the apocalypse.
In the silence of the vault, Hante's sense of loss was quickly replaced by determination. He stood in front of the blown-open safe for a moment, his eyes scanning the few gold bars and useless papers, feeling a hint of annoyance, but he quickly suppressed the emotion. Looking around, the neatly arranged safes in the vault seemed to challenge his patience and resolve.
"You better not have lied to me, John," Hante muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with uncertainty. But he quickly rallied, deciding to no longer search cautiously, but to take a bolder approach. His eyes quickly scanned among the many safes, finally stopping in the center, as if his intuition told him that's where he would find what he was looking for.
Hante walked to the center, took a deep breath, and focused once again. This time, he was not limited to a single target, but was preparing to detonate all the safes in the central area. His hands heated up again, energy gathered in his palms, and the air around him began to vibrate, as if sensing the impending explosion.
"Detonate!" Hante suddenly roared, pushing all the energy to its limit. An invisible wave burst from him, instantly covering all the safes in the central area. The next second, a stunning explosion reverberated inside the vault, deafening. Each safe, like paper, was instantly destroyed by the force of the explosion, and metal fragments and gold bars scattered in all directions.
When the dust settled, Hante stood in the center of the explosion, surrounded by chaos. However, excitement shone in his eyes. In that moment, he knew his intuition was right. This bold gamble seemed to have led him to what he had been searching for. Among the scattered gold bars and debris, a small, seemingly ordinary box lay quietly, waiting for Hante to discover it.
"John, it seems you didn't deceive me..." Hante murmured. Carefully, he opened the box he held, revealing an old-fashioned cassette tape lying inside. This discovery left him stunned. Then, an expression of disbelief and anger appeared on his face. In this desolate vault, after enduring hardship and danger, he had hoped for an important clue or a crucial item, only to find what seemed to be a worthless cassette tape.
"Damn it... Is the tape a red herring?" Hante almost roared, his voice filled with frustration and dissatisfaction. He flipped the tape over, hoping to find some clues or explanations, but apart from a few faded letters and numbers, there seemed to be no other useful information. Hante's anger boiled in his chest, and at that moment, he even began to question whether the mission given to him by John was just a boring game.
However, beneath the anger and frustration, a hint of curiosity arose in Hante's heart. What exactly did this tape contain? Why did John specifically instruct him to come here to search for it? In this world of scarce information, any tiny clue could be crucial.
Hante held the seemingly inconspicuous cassette tape, his mood gradually shifting from frustration to deep curiosity. "The Road to Evolution," these four words seemed particularly dazzling against the backdrop of this post- wasteland, as if they concealed some profound meaning. Hante recalled the words John had once said, those mysterious conversations between Cavalry and the prophet John at the camp of The Seventh Seal.
After that meeting, John seemed to change. He became more silent, often staring at the stars alone in the late night, as if searching for something. His pursuit of Cavalry also became unusually persistent, frequently dispatching people to track their footsteps and sparing no effort to search for any clues left by Cavalry.
Currently, this cassette has fallen into his hands. Hante couldn't help but ponder, what kind of secret is hidden behind this? What did John learn from Cavalry that makes him so obsessed with this so-called "path of evolution"? Hante gently puts the cassette into his pocket, determined in his heart that he must find a place to play this cassette no matter what, to listen to what is recorded inside. This may be the key to unraveling the entire mystery.
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