Hundred-Eyed Immortal

Zhu Laiqin picked up the ball at a mass grave. It was buried under a rotting corpse, covered in mud and maggots, like a discarded sewing kit. He almost kicked it away—until he saw the buttons. Densely packed buttons cover the entire sphere. Black, white, bronze, bone-yellow, and some even stained with dried blood. The largest one was facing him, and something was spinning in the hole in the middle. Like an eyeball. Zhu Laiqin is on the second level of qi training. He is so poor that he cannot even afford low-grade spiritual stones. Logically speaking, he should throw away this unlucky thing. But he didn't throw it. He put the ball in his arms, returned to the cave, lit the oil lamp, and used a needle to pick out the nearest button. A drop of clear liquid oozed from the hole. He got closer and smelled it - there was no fishy smell, but a faint, indescribable aroma, like some kind of flower he had never seen before. Then the ball moved. All the buttons turned to him at the same time and "looked" at him. Zhu Laiqin's hand shook, but he did not let go. He stared at the biggest button and suddenly smiled. "You want eyes?" The buttons were silent for a moment, and then they all began to rotate - clockwise, uniformly, like some ancient gears meshing. Zhu Laiqin licked his lips. He knew he had picked up something.