You were given the authority to tame beasts, not to raise unspeakable animals.

To use someone else to do one's dirty work.

If Chen Mo were to perish in the beast's jaws, even those nitpicky fellows of the Vatican wouldn't be able to find a single fault to accuse him of. He has legs; he chose to run off and die. Who can he blame?

The light was swallowed up. A thick, murky blackness enveloped Chen Mo's head.

A gigantic maw, pieced together from countless severed limbs, hovered less than half a foot above his skull. Half a human forearm was lodged between its teeth, dripping with dark blood. Clearly discernible.

Several beast tamers in the group turned their heads away. Their Adam's apples bobbed. No one wanted to witness the bloody tragedy that was about to unfold.

Chen Mo did not move.

He stood rooted to the spot, foregoing even the instinctive defensive gesture of raising his hand to shield himself. He merely lowered his eyes, his fingertips hooking the zipper of his backpack. His tone was casual, as if he were calling his greedy dog ​​for food.

"Little Black, someone's stealing your food."

呲la.

The backpack fabric groaned under the strain. The metal zipper was violently ripped apart from the inside out.

The wind around us stopped.

There was no deafening explosion. Nor was there any blindingly holy light effect.

Only a shadow remained.

The shadow wasn't large, but it was eerily black—a darkness capable of absorbing all the colors of the world. It swept past Chen Mo in the air behind him.

That mass of matter defied all known geometric forms. Lines twisted, broke, and reformed in the void. In that instant, the chaotic sky, once churning with purple clouds, lowered. Countless illusory tentacles emerged from the depths of the earth. A deep, muffled whale song, originating from the ancient abyss, resounded in the air.

That is absolute suppression of the dimension of life.

It is etched deep within the cell nucleus. An instinctive submission and trembling before the Creator.

The unstoppable, stitched-together mass in mid-air. Its movements froze without warning.

The inertia was forcibly broken by some unseen force.

What was originally a fierce and unstoppable attack turned into an extremely chaotic abrupt stop. Seven already disjointed legs were still kicking wildly, intertwined due to inertia, and eventually even formed an intractable knot.

Boom!

The mountain of flesh crashed heavily onto the red soil a meter in front of Chen Mo's feet. Smoke and dust, carrying the stench of the earth, swirled and flew everywhere.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, the monarch-level monster that had been so arrogant just a second ago was now desperately trying to turn over the pile of rotten flesh, revealing its most vulnerable abdomen.

It is sifting chaff.

A mass of rotting flesh trembled and fell away. Its massive, fang-filled mouth was tightly shut, a whimpering sound like that of a puppy escaping its throat. In an attempt to appease the human before it, it even stretched out its forked, tongue-like tentacle, trying to lick Chen Mo's dusty shoes.

The sound of breathing disappeared into the air.

Gao Lin's smile seemed frozen solid, as if encased in liquid nitrogen. The skin and flesh were stiffened on her cheekbones. The specially made beast whip slipped from her hand and fell to the ground with a soft thud.

The hound held a gun. His elbow was stiff. His jaw was almost dislocated. His expression, as if he'd seen a ghost, completely shattered his long-maintained coldness.

What... what kind of show is this?

Home delivery?

Chen Mo frowned. He took a half-step back in disgust, his shoe tip avoiding the drool-covered strip of meat.

He knelt down. That hand, as fragile as glass in the eyes of mortals, gently patted the trembling forehead of the Frankenstein's monster.

"Tsk, such a big guy, but not as brave as a pinhole."

Chen Mo turned his head, his gaze sweeping over his still-dazed teammates behind him. A smile spread across his lips, revealing a few white teeth. The smile was so clean it was almost dazzling.

"Don't worry, everyone, this little guy is probably just lost."

He pointed to the stitched-together monster desperately trying to bury its deformed head in the ground. His tone was so sincere that no one could find fault with it.

"Look how it's shivering. It's probably freezing because this place is too yin. It's quite clingy; it just rushed over to get some warmth."

"Want to...want to warm up?"

One team member clutched his mouth tightly. A violent spasm gripped his stomach, nearly causing him to vomit his breakfast on the spot.

A monster with a mouthful of broken bones and rotten flesh lunging at you for a hug? Nobody would believe that!

The hound's chest heaved violently. It took a great effort to suppress the absurdity rising in its throat. It strode forward.

"Chen Mo! Step back! That's a ghoul mutant. This posture is a sign of weakness; it could suddenly attack and hurt you at any moment!"

"Oh?"

Chen Mo's eyelids were half-closed. His gaze fell on the mountain of flesh at his feet. The last bit of warmth in his eyes had vanished.

"Did you hear that? The officer said you were going to ambush me."

The Frankenstein monster understood.

Its eyeballs looked as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. They were bloodshot. A heart-wrenching wail escaped its throat. To prove its loyalty, its jaw suddenly snapped open as if tearing apart. A violent vomiting erupted deep within its esophagus.

puff!

Accompanied by a large amount of mucus, a fist-sized crystal, shimmering with a faint blue light, slid to the ground and rolled to Chen Mo's feet.

That was its core power source. It was the lifeblood that kept this decaying corpse moving.

To surrender the core is to surrender one's life.

After doing this, the Frankenstein buried its head even deeper, its rear end sticking up high. Its humble, survival-seeking appearance was even more docile than a domesticated pet.

Chen Mo bent down and picked up the crystal.

[Item: R'lyeh Engineer's Vision Core]

[Purpose: A token to open the Inner Abyss Corridor]

[Note: Although it has a bit of saliva on it, this is still the access card to your bedroom.]

Chen Mo slowly took out a tissue and carefully wiped away the sticky substance from the crystal's surface before putting it in his pocket.

"See, I told you it was very well-behaved; it even knew to bring a gift when we met."

Chen Mo straightened up and raised an eyebrow at Gao Lin, who was not far away.

"Vice Captain Gao, it seems your Tyrannosaurus Rex isn't all that great. It can't even keep an eye on a lost little cutie."

Gao Lin's once pretty face turned a deep purplish-red. The veins in her temples throbbed. This was humiliation! Utter, undisguised humiliation!

But looking at the monster lying motionless at Chen Mo's feet, the words of rebuttal stuck in his throat. He couldn't utter a single word.

Who exactly was that fleeting black phantom that just flashed by?

"Now that we have the key..."

Chen Mo didn't glance at the crowd again. He raised his head, his gaze passing over the ruins before him, and landing on the eerie, upside-down city suspended in the sky.

From the tear in the backpack, a thin, black tentacle emerged and patted his shoulder reassuringly.

Chen Mo's eyes reflected the ruins. And through the ruins, he seemed to see an even deeper darkness. A barely perceptible black glint flickered in his pupils.

"Come on, let me show you... what a real S-class view looks like."