The people, one by one, were dashing forward as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
It seemed as if they were afraid of losing out on something significant if they delayed even a bit.
The closer they got to the valley, the more noticeable the stench in the air became.
Even though they knew there were treasures ahead, their bodies stubbornly resisted the odor.
This made those sensitive to scents wish they could cut off their own noses.
The Little Paperman flew into the valley early on, even though it initially didn't know the valley's original state.
Yet the lingering high temperatures allowed the Little Paperman to see the air inside, distorted due to the heat.
Coupled with the stronger stench, every step inside became a test.
However, what was an unbearable environment for others felt like a land free of obstacles to the Little Paperman.
Everywhere there were potholes struck by Heavenly Thunder, but fortunately, they were concentrated in just one area.
