They say I'm a world-destroying anomaly.

Chapter 90 An Unending Stream (Part 2)

Within the cramped space, almost all that could be heard was the heavy breathing of the group and the hurried footsteps of Fields and Omar approaching.

In that instant, Omar saw Banabaya suddenly stand up and shoot at Congrit, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

Like everyone else, he assumed that Barnabas's target was the brother and sister from the Sandblood tribe.

Only when he rushed closer and saw the corpse of the transparent insect did Omar finally feel relieved.

"This is—a prismatic mayfly?"

After confirming that the Congrett siblings were alright, Fields naturally cast his light onto the wreckage on the ground, which had been shattered by the electromagnetic rifle ammunition.

Under his gaze, the flowing, misty debris gradually faded away, turning into fine, crystalline quicksand that disappeared into the ground, leaving no trace.

Disappeared? !

"How is this possible? — Shouldn't prism mayflies be a species unique to the Gavin Galaxy? And why did its corpse just disappear like that? —"

Omar couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Fields, what are you referring to as the prismatic mayfly—"

"That's his name. I'm not mistaken."

Seeing that others had gathered around, Fields explained, "It's an aggressive creature that can distort light and hide itself by using its transparent, prism-like structure to attack its target."

As he was speaking, Cheng Xu also rushed back to the camp where everyone was temporarily resting and hurriedly came to Fields' side.

After briefly understanding the situation, Cheng Xu confirmed Fields' memory: "Three thousand one hundred years ago, the assassination of the top executives of the Starsea Industrial Group, which was famous in the interstellar space, was carried out by the Returning Sect using this kind of creature."

He looked at Congrett: "That was close. The mouthparts of these insects can easily pierce protective suits and human skin, severing nerves. You almost died."

Emily gripped her brother's hand tightly, half of her body nestled behind Congrit, trembling with lingering fear.

Upon hearing this, Congrett took a deep breath and searched the crowd for the lean man.

Unlike the others, Barnabas didn't surround them; he simply stood there and looked in their direction.

Congrit strode toward this “enemy” of the Bone Clan, stopped before him, and bowed deeply: “Thank you, you saved my life.”

Barnabayar's expression was slightly uneasy. He turned his head away, avoiding Congrit's eyes: "Don't take yourself too seriously. I'd love to see you dead, but if something happens to you and your sister, the boss will be in big trouble."

Panamania naturally felt disgust and hatred towards Congrit.

One of his distant uncles died in the Battle of the Khalgan Ruins, at the hands of this young man from the Sand Blood Tribe.

Although it was perfectly normal for both tribes to suffer casualties in war, Barnabaatar felt an uncontrollable surge of murderous intent whenever he thought of his uncle's death.

While the other Skull tribesmen rested and talked, Barnabasa's attention remained focused on Congrit.

It was precisely at that instant that Barnabaa saw the air above Congrit's head become abnormally distorted.

Then, he saw the creature known as the "prism mayfly" reveal its mouthparts and silently fly toward the back of Congrett's neck.

In that instant, a thought flashed through Barnabay's mind—how wonderful it would be if the boy died here, devoured by that insect!

Having been attacked and killed in a dangerous area, the two strange "tourists" had no reason or standing to blame themselves or their people.

But is this really the case?

If the boy dies, won't the two of them really think that they were the ones who secretly sabotaged him?

If it affects the relationship between the two sides, will his fellow tribesmen, including himself, be able to leave this hellish place smoothly?

Will my failure to help someone in distress have other adverse effects?

Everything is unknown.

All thoughts flashed through Barnabay's mind for only a brief moment before his body reacted instinctively.

He drew his gun, aimed, and fired with fluid movements, his mind completely focused on the electromagnetic rifle in his hand and the target not far away, not even hearing the gasps and Omar's roars around him.

By the time the turmoil subsided, the strange insect had already turned into a corpse.

He showed only indifference in response to the boy's gratitude, as if he had just done something insignificant.

Seeing that Barnabaa didn't want to pay much attention to him, Congrit lowered his gaze, bowed again, and then came to Cheng Xu's side with his sister.

But the boy's eyes would occasionally glance at Barnabas and other members of the Bone Tribe, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Brother Cheng, did you notice that just now?"

One problem after another arose. Fields looked at Cheng Xu with deep concern, feeling that there was something strange about this space.

Cheng Xu shook his head: "After those shadow slugs were shot, their remains simply merged into the ground, as if they had never existed."

"Integrate underground?"

"That's right, it's almost exactly the same process as the disappearance of the prism mayfly remains that you just described."

Cheng Xu and Fields both fell silent.

The Shadow Slug and the Prism Mayfly were creatures that shouldn't have appeared in this space, but they did anyway.

The process from its appearance to its disappearance was completely different from their original understanding; if one had to describe it, it would be like a temporary consumable.

"For safety's sake, let's wait until the Sibone tribe has rested before we set off together to explore the unknown area."

"Yes, Brother Cheng."

As they were talking, a sudden clamor arose from their surroundings.

The two looked around and saw several members of the Sigu tribe looking up, uttering sounds of surprise and doubt.

Cheng Xu and Fields belatedly looked up and saw something that had appeared in the previously empty, gray sky.

It was a torn, slowly fluttering piece of black fabric, resembling a tattered cloak or fishing net, and about the size of a basketball court.

Its material is neither cloth nor leather, and it has almost no apparent thickness, resembling a swirling shadow. Furthermore, it lacks any obvious organs such as eyes or mouth, reflects no light, and remains completely silent.

"What is this—"

Fields blurted out. He turned to look at Cheng Xu, only to see an unusually serious expression on his brother Cheng's face.

Just by looking at its appearance, Cheng Xu could indeed recognize the name of the tattered cloth in the sky: Security Level Anomaly, D-79001 [Silent Threshold]!

If Cheng Xu had only seen a security-level anomaly here, he probably wouldn't have been so surprised.

The reason why doubts spread in his mind was that this anomaly had been successfully contained by a branch of the Anomaly Management Bureau about 2,800 years ago.

He even saw a containment report about it when he was working at the Chengmingxing branch!

Why is an anomaly that should have been contained by the Anomaly Management Bureau appearing here?