Darkness. Endless, suffocating darkness.
Before stepping into the Abyss, every adventurer who had accepted death as their fate had imagined countless nightmarish scenarios.
"I can still breathe? Shouldn’t this be outer space?"
Surprisingly, there was no imdiate attack. Apart from the overwhelming darkness, the environnt was eerily calm. They could breathe normally, and even the charred stench from Heaven Demon remains was thick in the air.
Small sparks of light began glowing in the void. Orson, Bradley, and the others quickly ducked, only to realize it was the glow of Heaven Demon Star Cores, still drifting toward Blue Star.
The faint glimr also revealed their surroundings. The group looked around, stunned.
They were inside what looked like a massive subterranean tunnel—so massive that hundreds of dragons could fly through it without feeling crowded.
The entire space gave off a strange, oppressive sensation, as if they’d entered the open jaws of so ancient cosmic beast.
"Holy Radiance!"
"Beacon of Light!"
Priests from the Supre Guild cast holy light spells, filling the tunnel with a soft silver glow. Shields covered the group, and the illumination slowly pushed back the darkness.
"I’m telling you, we’ve flown straight into so god’s colon." Madman clicked his tongue.
No one wanted to agree—but the dark red, pulsing, fleshy walls of the tunnel made it difficult to argue otherwise.
Bradley muttered, "Damn. These things must have a hell of a digestive system. We should capture a few of them and open up a galactic proctology clinic. Guaranteed profits!"
Everyone gave him deadpan looks. These two really had a knack for taking things too far.
The walls oozed brown fluids in pulses, regenerating rapidly, while the ground was littered with charred Heaven Demon remains, stretching endlessly forward.
Orson glanced at the minimap—surprisingly, the mapping function was still active. They could clearly see the areas they’d already explored.
"What the hell? The entrance is gone!" ca Old Yin’s voice from the Celestial Fortress stationed at the rear.
"Traveling backward through the Abyss always leads to disorientation. I warned you," Endless Rift said with a smug look. "Even Primordial Titans don’t dare explore it lightly."
"Primordial Titans? Who gives a damn? Haven’t you heard the bard’s tale? They died over a damn puddle. Can’t even compare to us."
Old Yin leapt up and smacked Endless Rift square on the forehead with his staff.
"You insolent insect—do you wish to die!?"
Endless Rift’s veins bulged as he prepared to retaliate, only for Old Yin to dart behind Fla Fosset and Darkbo.
Fla Fosset grinned, "Why not join the glorious Puppet Project? I’ll make you the strongest Titan ever."
Darkbo followed with a smirk, "So, who’s stronger? The Titan King or a Dragon King? Care to spar and find out?"
Both old n eyed Endless Rift like curious scientists, itching to dissect a living Titan specin.
"Keep moving," Orson ordered after a brief pause.
At this point, there was no turning back. If he couldn’t find the road ho—he’d carve one out.
The group reassembled, focused and silent, advancing in formation.
"Scouts, stay sharp. Don’t get caught up in any fights," Bradley warned. Even though his mount was a Dragon King beast, sothing about this place unsettled him deeply.
Archers with enhanced vision led the way, supported by layer upon layer of defensive magic.
"Coordinates 27.40—Heaven Demon remnants spotted. AOE sweep!"
Raven returned swiftly on her chira. As soon as she issued the order, hundreds of dragons roared and unleashed their breath, vaporizing a cluster of dying Heaven Demons into dust.
"Push forward. I’ve got your flank," Madman said, riding Quarla as he ford a rearguard with the Dragon Knights. The army picked up speed.
So far, the path remained eerily smooth. The demons they encountered were already near death, and the dragons crushed them like bulldozers. None posed any real threat to the US coalition.
Then, after more than ten minutes of silent progress, a strange light appeared deep within the Abyss.
Orson raised a hand, signaling everyone to halt.
"You’ve discovered: Watchpoint Obseria!"
Everyone stared in disbelief. A massive black city had appeared inside the Abyss, occupying nearly the entire width of the tunnel.
"Is this... the Heaven Demons’ base?" Madman muttered.
"No way," Bradley cursed. "There’s a city? You know what that ans, right? Bro, Orson’s about to find himself a red-light district!"
"It’s not that simple."
Orson narrowed his eyes. In the distance, the black city was ablaze, seemingly struck by devastating force.
Using his God-Emperor Earrings’ Mirror of Folding function, Orson scanned the nearby area and spotted fragnts of nuclear warheads. So this... was the final landing point of the allied missile barrage.
He steadied himself and opened the combat logs.
"You participated in the defeat of [The Grey Watchers – Tuck of the Frost World]. EXP 30,000."
"You participated in the defeat of [The Grey Watchers – Obseria Garrison Commander of the Acid Waters World]..."
A glance told Orson all he needed.
He gave a cold smile. "Interesting."
"We’re moving in. Capture a few of them alive."
Bradley and Madman exchanged a look. "Alive? You planning to flirt with Heaven Demons?"
"I never said they were Heaven Demons. They’re adventurers—just like us," Orson replied calmly.
Usher’s eyes narrowed. "You an... the real reason the Heaven Demons invaded was because of them?"
Magic energy surged within Obseria. Collapsing buildings were stabilized by elental force, flas were extinguished by water spells, and faint screams echoed from within.
No one had expected to find other intelligent beings in the Abyss—especially not fellow adventurers.
"Reason? These fools aren’t worthy of that title." Orson’s voice dripped with disdain.
"The Grey Watchers... now I get it."
Usher had seen it too. Among the casualties in the logs weren’t just Heaven Demons—there were adventurers with the [The Grey Watchers] tag.
He had once received the blessing of the demon lord Sakan and knew that The Grey Watchers were, in fact, once adventurers themselves.
But now? They were nothing more than lapdogs for the gods.
If Orson was right, then these bastards were the ones who had led the Heaven Demons to Blue Star.
Flying on their mounts, the team swept over Obseria. The shadow of the colossal Vilitian beast lood over the city, sending its residents into a panic.
"Fishn?"
Bradley reached down and grabbed a slimy, fish-faced humanoid, slamming its head into the ground.
"@#￥@#... Agh!"
The fish-creature squealed in so unknown tongue, clutching Bradley’s boot as if begging for rcy.
Bradley scowled, the noise grating. "The hell is this gibberish? How are we supposed to interrogate him like this?"
"Galactic Infinite Dinsions Translator synchronized."
A chi echoed in everyone’s ears. Bradley raised an eyebrow as the strange language began to make sense.
"No way... how is this possible?! Blue Star humans actually made it into the Abyss?!"
"They’ve betrayed the gods! How dare they defy divine will!"
"Retreat to Ignarion! Summon the Nine Gods to crush these rebels!"
The fish-faced creature squealed, "Nooo! I don’t want to be killed by these ugly Blue Star humans! That would bring sha to the Ukobo Aquatics! Spare !"
"You calling ugly? Have you looked in a mirror lately, you damn walking anglerfish?"
Bradley nearly blew a fuse. This freak had two glowing eyeballs dangling from stalks on its head—and he was calling Bradley ugly?
Infuriated, he raised his weapon to silence him.
"Hold up."
Orson sighed and pulled him back. Bradley reluctantly let go, still grumbling, then looked over at Divine Slash. "I’m not ugly, right?"
Divine Slash replied imdiately, "Boss, you’re the hottest guy in Godslayer. No contest!"
That perked Bradley right up. Divine Slash’s judgnt had never failed him.
The rest of the group gathered around, curious about this otherworldly adventurer.
[Acid Waters World – Adventurer]
[Obseria Commander]
Na: Mabubu
Race: Ukobo Aquatics
Class: S-Rank Wavecaller
Rank: Lord-Class
Level: 110
Magic Attack: 28,000
HP: 1,300,000
Skill: Water Magic Mastery
"Mabubu...?" Orson couldn’t help but chuckle.
What struck him as odd was that this guy hadn’t been converted into an Infinite Dinsions NPC. His attributes were almost identical to Blue Star adventurers.
"D-don’t co any closer! My city’s ruler is Lord Poseidon himself!"
Mabubu roared, his gill flaps pulsing with every word, trying to muster so dignity.
"Poseidon? What is that, so kind of oversized mackerel?" the group muttered, taking a cautious half-step back.
"The wrath of the gods will destroy you! Release at once!"
Thinking he had scared them, Mabubu climbed to his feet, puffing out his slimy chest and glaring smugly with his glowing eyes.
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