Nightmare believed herself to be one of the Evil God's most loyal followers. She had followed the God for over a hundred years, during which she had participated in several defensive battles to guard the Abyss, faced Saints who held sway in various great nations, and even surpassed other followers by regarding the God's creations as art worthy of study.

But at this moment, she felt like a complete novice.

She had studied the God's artistic style for decades but didn't even know the creatures could perform a backflip.

Its round body spun like a wheel, making a large circle around them.

In that instant, she had an epiphany.

This was not an attack at all, but a welcome ceremony. The God's creations at the outskirts of the dungeon had prepared a series of welcome performances to greet Ethan, with the creature's backflips marking the opening. Then the mutated beings performed poetry recitations, choruses, and other acts.

However, due to the language barrier, the mutants could only utter fragmented, unintelligible murmurs, so they could perceive the style of the performance without understanding the meaning of the poetry and the chorus.

Among the densely packed groups of mutants, Nightmare even saw a body like a small mountain.

Even the Giant Divine Soldier appeared!

Previously, she had only encountered this ancient creation once during the response to a Saint's invasion.

The Giant Divine Soldier maintained its oppressive presence, standing at the farthest point like a leader, overseeing the mutants as they completed the performance.

This welcome ceremony lasted nearly an hour. After the final chorus ended, the mutants stepped aside and stood respectfully to welcome their arrival. Nightmare had been observing Ethan's expressions, from initial astonishment to ending with a smile. As they set off again, Ethan waved amiably to the Abyss residents on both sides of the path.

This was the most imaginative performance Ethan had ever seen. Despite being unable to comprehend the meaning of those murmurs, he felt Old Ba's goodwill.

Just like a friend visiting and eagerly showing off their collection of figurines and cherished game cartridges.

When the welcome ceremony was halfway through, Lindong woke up.

After all, those murmurs had a strong penetration, reaching directly through the eardrums to the listener's mind. The most impressive among them was the dance performance... let's call it a dance. When those twisted creatures twist towards you in even more contorted ways, you might find it unforgettable for a lifetime.

"Actually..."

The cat leaned close to Ethan's ear, its soft fur brushing against Ethan's earlobe, "I can do backflips too, want to watch tonight?"

This was not difficult for the cat at all; agile cats are born with this skill.

Seeing Ethan enjoying the show, the cat suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

She didn't want to criticize Ethan's friends' preferences, but Old Ba, His artistic style is indeed... unconventional. The cat worried a bit that Ethan might become a fan of tentacles and octopus faces under Old Ba's influence.

She really couldn't bring herself to appreciate such performances.

The journey ahead was smooth sailing, and Nightmare grew much quieter, bowing her head and lost in thoughts — she finally realized that the sensation she felt while bathing the night before was no illusion. After confirming Ethan was visiting the Abyss, the God had hastily arranged for this welcome ceremony overnight, with all performances being temporarily prepared. These mutated beings likely hadn't slept all night.

And all of Ethan's reactions made Nightmare think of an identity.

Leadership.

It was as if a leader had arrived to inspect the Abyss.

Nightmare, momentarily troubled, could hardly imagine what kind of person could make the God so attentive.

After traversing the wilderness full of Old Gods' constructs, the city's silhouette gradually appeared before the group. The city's style looked somewhat ancient, resembling architectural trends from before the Sixth Epoch.

"Followers call this place the dungeon, it was established long before I arrived in the Abyss,"

Nightmare finally recalled her role as a guide.

On-duty followers recognized her identity and greeted them respectfully.

Ethan observed the lively streets. The dungeon's appearance was far from what he imagined; he expected the headquarters of the Evil God's followers to be filled with bloodshed and abstraction, but the number of ordinary residents seemed far greater than the followers.

Because of this, the city appeared orderly.

Shops, inns, taverns...

A wagon filled with goods entered the city under the escort of Evil God's followers before them; their identity was easily recognizable. Their attire was uniform, mostly with strange symbols drawn on their faces, yet the atmosphere with local residents was harmonious and joyful.

The goods on the wagon were delivered to a nearby inn, and the innkeeper and employees chatted and laughed with the Evil God followers escorting the goods, quickly transporting all the ingredients into the store.

"They are residents from various great nations,"

Nightmare explained.

"They are also followers of the Old Gods?"

Ethan corrected the term, since the Abyss is the Old Gods' headquarters, continuing to refer to them as the Evil God would be somewhat impolite. The method of breaking through dimensions affirmed his guess.

The Abyss itself is a pollution zone, but many humans live here and have established a city.

Even scenes of peaceful coexistence between humans and mutants were present.

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