The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle

Tentacle Man's face was pallid as he frantically rushed on his way.

Even though he was the creator and manager of Final Home, his mind was in complete disarray at this moment.

"Do not let anything happen."

"Please!"

The survival of a little character was already hard enough, even with the backing of such an abnormal organization, they were merely struggling to survive, lingering in Chaotic City... He had witnessed too many terrifying powers and beings.

He had carried all the hopes on his shoulders alone, barely brought them back, but now it had turned into this mess.

Tentacle Man clenched his teeth and ran wildly.

He was very fast; his tentacles could extend significantly, hooking onto various trees and rocks, leaping forward!

Tentacle Man's strength was already at the peak of the Seventh Rank, just one step away from stepping into the Seventh Rank, but the various resources and Spirit Coins he needed were now unaffordable, considering they equated to an entire year of output from Final Home.

For the survival of Final Home, he had no choice but to give up on Ascension.

"...Damn... all the Pollution Monsters around have disappeared, what on earth happened!" Tentacle Man gritted his teeth as he looked around, all the way here, he had seen a massive amount of shattered ground, terrifying cracks and a depressive grey formed by the swirling Black Fog in the Sky Dome.

Although he had spent a large number of Spirit Coins, through the ritual of Chaotic City, he was sent back to his own world, but the landing point was still a long distance away from Final Home.

Tentacle Man could only rely on the compass in his hands, directing him towards Final Home, getting closer steadily.

At this moment.

The Black Fog vortex in the Sky Dome became calm, the mist thinning.

Tentacle Man's body trembled slightly, he paused, looking into the distance... a city.

"This place is...."

He was naturally very familiar with this place, it was once where he had lived, and it had also become a dangerous area that was later unapproachable.

Tentacle Man's heart tightened, what exactly was going on here.

Why wasn't there the terrifying aura of before, the surrounding mist and ripples seemed to have dissipated too.

He cautiously walked towards... the city.

The pervasive smell of blood caused Tentacle Man's complexion to change slightly, turning extremely solemn, readying for battle,

He had already seen numerous disordered Monster corpses and scattered flesh and blood.

Something definite had happened here, and judging from the destruction level of this city, the force might be even more immense than imagined, with the Black Fog vortex positioned right in the center!

As he gradually approached the city.

The number of Monster corpses was also increasing.

Finally.

Tentacle Man reached the position of the central street, took a deep breath, and cautiously poked out his head.

Then...

He saw a large crowd, densely packed, at least tens of thousands of people, jubilantly transporting Pollution Monster corpses onto carts or carrying them on their backs, one after another being transported out.

"..."

Tentacle Man was somewhat stunned, being the manager of Final Home, he could naturally recognize at a glance, all these were abnormalities... and they were all Final Home's abnormalities.

Had they taken this place down?

Damn!

How could this be possible!

He knew exactly what his people were capable of, this place was teeming with a large number of Seventh Rank Monsters.

His figure flickered slightly, appearing at the edge of a deep pit.

The crowd of abnormalities suddenly paused, and on seeing Tentacle Man's figure, their expressions turned to shock and they hurriedly bowed respectfully, "Manager, sir!"

"You're back!"

Tentacle Man asked in a grave voice, "What exactly is going on, why are you all here?"

An abnormality carefully said, "There was a task issued at... Last House, requiring everyone to come here and transport these Pollution Monster corpses to the homeland."

"Is it the Guardian?"

"No, it was a strange young man, he planned the route, arranged the tasks, and even stipulated new expansion areas to be constructed, and it seemed like the Guardians were all following his commands..."

The abnormality spilled everything it had seen and heard.

"Manager, sir, he also said he wants to lead our Final Home to grow bigger and stronger..."

Tentacle Man listened dumbfoundedly, his forehead inadvertently popping up a "?"

He had only been gone for a month.

How had his home been stolen?

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"Mortal..."

The Yellow Robed Priest now no longer had a body, its physical body was already eroding, barely maintaining a trace of Spiritual Body, so... it could only attach to Su Qi.

"Although I am grateful that you not only disrupted the ritual at the last moment but also saved my life."

"But... the Divine Artifact within contains depths you can't fathom."

Su Qi looked at the ring on his finger:

"Priest, I know you are anxious, but don't worry, you're now just a weak Spiritual Body, you can't use this item now, let me keep it for the time being."

The Yellow Robed Priest: "..."

"Moreover, don't you still need my help?" Su Qi looked at the Yellow Robed Priest, "This is... beneficial cooperation for both of us."

The Yellow Robed Priest remained silent, it couldn't see through this mortal who not only could concentrate Pollution within his body, activate Divine Artifacts... but also wanted to engage in deep trade with it, having lived for many years, yet it was restrained everywhere, unable to gain any advantage.

Their cooperation was simple.

The Yellow Robed Priest wanted to return to the Temple, repair its Spiritual Body, and recover.

While Su Qi needed its various information including high-value items like rituals.

The rituals of Final Home.

In the eyes of the Yellow Robed Priest, were rated as... complete trash, trash among trash.

But even such Quality still cost Tentacle Man a great price to acquire.