I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Chapter 113 A typical world-destroying organization must have

"I see—" she said softly, her tone grave. "No wonder—so, little slime, this must be why you woke me up."

"Hmm." Ian steered the conversation back on track. "After the demonic tide, I discovered the same curse-related magic within Vivian, and I have a feeling—something's not quite right."

Ian also told Ms. Mo about the recent demonic surge in detail.

He was trying to get help from this knowledgeable old woman.

"There's something very wrong with your demonic tide!" Ms. Mo concluded directly, and then continued to explain.

"The timing and intensity of the demonic tide are caused by abnormal magic concentration. But this time, even seventh-tier lava lizard dragons have appeared, and two of them at once."

"As far as I know, the next step for a seventh-tier monster is to become legendary. How could an ordinary magical surge possibly drive them to lose their minds, leave their lair, or even charge like those two in a human pyramid?"

Ms. Mo seemed to be thinking of the image of two large lizards stacked on top of each other, and added, "Ian, tell me in detail how they stack themselves next time. Don't get me wrong! I just—I want to study the reproduction of wyverns!"

"Ahem, back to the main point, isn't this intensity a bit too high? Moreover, the timing of their appearance is just right when Lady Vivian—became like this—when the Dragon Territory's defenses were at their weakest."

Ms. Mo's cigarette smoke drifted slightly, as if she were deep in thought.

"Under normal circumstances, the magic tide mainly affects low- to mid-level monsters that rely on instinct and savagery. High-level monsters, especially seventh-level monsters that have already touched the edge of legendary status, have extremely strong willpower and magic resistance, making them difficult to be completely dominated by pure magic chaos."

Ms. Mo paused, then slowly said, "Unless—"

"Unless what?" Ian quickly pressed.

"Unless something else is mixed in with that chaotic magic, something that can bypass their magic resistance, directly erode their minds, amplify their wildness, or even—induce some kind of directed rage." Ms. Mo's tone was uncertain. "But that would require very precise guidance and extremely high-level power, unlike something that forms naturally."

Ian's heart skipped a beat. He remembered the faint, familiar anomaly he had just sensed.

"Ms. Mo, you just said that the Abyss Curse must come from the Abyss, right?" Ian asked.

Although this question seems silly, there is no wife in the wife cake. What if the other world is just a place where people pass the buck to the abyss when they are in trouble?

In Ms. Mo's view, this question is actually quite silly.

"That's right. From the abyss."

"Then—is it possible that this abnormal magical tide is also related to the 'Abyss'?" Ian proposed a bold hypothesis, "Is it possible that some kind of power with Abyssal attributes is mixed in with the magical tide, causing this extraordinary high-level monster rampage?"

Ms. Mo's smoke suddenly solidified for a moment.

"You mean—someone, or something, is using the tides of magic to unleash the corruption of the abyss?" Her voice was chilling. "If that's the case—then the purpose is probably not just to trigger a beast tide. The corpses, blood, and even residual magic of monsters corrupted by the abyss could all become sources of contamination—"

Ian immediately thought of the two slain lava lizard carcasses!

They were moved back to the Dragon Territory's open area, but haven't been processed yet.

"I need to verify this," Ian said.

He focused his consciousness on the clone that remained in Dragon Territory closest to the loot area.

The clone awoke from its suspended animation and hopped over to the two enormous lizard carcasses.

Even in death, the corpse of the seventh-tier monster still exuded lingering warmth and a considerable magical pressure.

Especially the giant lizard whose skull had been smashed by the raging horn; the congealed lava-like blood at the wound was still faintly glowing.

Ian manipulated his clone to extend a tiny tentacle and carefully touched a dark red scab on the edge of the giant lizard's wound.

[Analysis] Launch!

My field of vision was instantly filled with information.

Ian did not hesitate to invest even more mental energy.

The analysis of magic attributes revealed something strange.

This strange magic likely has a strong tendency to interfere with the mind, inducing rage and destructive urges, and has a corrosive effect on the structure of the soul.

It shares similarities with the "Abyss Curse" origin within Vivian.

found it!

Although it is extremely rare, it definitely exists!

Moreover, judging from the characteristics returned by the analysis, this is undoubtedly the culprit!

This is not some kind of natural demonic tide at all!

This is a deliberately manipulated abnormal event!

"Ms. Mo!" Ian's voice echoed in my mind, filled with shock. "There's something inside the lizard dragon's corpse! It matches the 'Abyssal Erosion' property you mentioned! Although the amount is small, it's definitely there!"

Ms. Mo's smoke billowed violently.

"As expected—" she murmured, "The Abyss Cult? Or some other kind of thing? I wonder what it's become in the hundreds of years since I died?"

Upon hearing the words "The Abyss Order," Ian felt a chill run down his spine.

"The Abyss Cult?"

Upon hearing the name, Ian immediately sensed that this organization was destined to destroy the world, and was definitely the kind of organization that would surrender to the mainstream world.

So classic!

He didn't even need to ask what the organization was about.

Ian began to consider countermeasures: "The corpses in the loot area must be dealt with immediately; they need to be thoroughly purified using high temperatures. Moreover, this proves our previous suspicion that this demonic tide was not a natural disaster, but most likely a man-made one. The source must be found."

He glanced at Vivian beside him, who was also getting sleepy.

To lift her curse, you need "Pure Spring," "Eternal Forest Fruit of Life," and "Legendary Cleric"—three items that sound like epic quest items that require running around the world.

Now, the abyssal power suspected of causing the curse seems to have revealed its true nature.

This is both a crisis and a clue?

It sounds more plausible than those empty, legendary things.

"We must find out the origins of this Abyss Cult," Ian resolved. "For the safety of Dragon Territory, and for Vivian's sake."

Vivian's current state is inseparable from him.

So, who can go?

Ian's senses immediately locked onto that figure, the one with the strongest reconnaissance abilities in Dragon Territory. "Ms. Mo, you should rest first. I still have some things to arrange," Ian said.

Ms. Mo seemed to have also expended a lot of energy, as the smoke slowly receded back into the pages of the book, leaving only the sentence: "Be careful, little slime."

The abyss—it's no joke.

Ian found Lilith by leaving a clone behind and called out to her.

"Lilith, come to me."

A few minutes later, Lilith, dressed in a black bodysuit, appeared silently in front of Ian.

Her silver eyes held their usual indifference in the night, but when she saw the slime clone being held in Vivian's arms, her gaze subtly shifted.

Her words were concise, her tone conveying three parts coldness, five parts aloofness, and two parts—expectation or shyness.

"What's up?"