CHAPTER 435: CHAPTER 253: LIGHT GIANT, INSTANT MOVEMENT_2

"So fast?"

Qin Shou looked disappointed. At this speed, there was no way he could catch it now.

Whatever, they’re staying here anyway and won’t run off. I’ll just find a chance later to capture one and test it out.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to name this living Dark Energy Group—Dark Ghost!

Who cares if the name sounds lame? It’s decided.

What, is it going to argue back?

Giving up on chasing the Dark Ghost, Qin Shou unexpectedly arrived at the end of the Dark River shortly after.

The end was... nothingness!

This...

Qin Shou’s face was filled with disbelief. The end of the Dark River—there was absolutely nothing?

No, this was likely a space barrier.

He speculated.

Part of him wanted to pass through the void at the end of the Dark River, but he immediately dismissed the thought.

What kind of joke is that? Even a main character wouldn’t be so reckless.

Shaking his head, Qin Shou turned around and flew toward the source of the Dark River.

A moment later, Qin Shou stared into a patch of emptiness, lost in thought.

As expected, this Dark River was only a small segment.

The Dark River happened to pass through this volcano, transforming it into a Dark Volcano.

The cosmos—always so mysterious.

"Splash splash..."

Suddenly, waves surged up in the Dark River, and the surrounding Dark Energy instantly became more intense.

Qin Shou’s expression changed, and without hesitation, he transformed into a black streak and fled far away from the Dark River, leaving the Underground World.

This kind of situation—it’s obvious something terrifying is about to happen. Stick around? Might as well dig my own grave!

Hmph, I, Qin Shou, haven’t read all those novels for nothing!

After Qin Shou left, from amidst the surging waves of the Dark River, a stunning silhouette leapt out of the water, her wet hair brushing past an ear.

"Huh? I was just taking a bath—how did I end up here?"

The striking figure glanced around, as if recalling something, and exclaimed, "Oh no, I’m running late! I need to hurry back."

"Splash..."

The figure dove headfirst into the Dark River and disappeared toward the source, back into the Underground World.

...

"Huff... huff..."

Back at the base, Qin Shou was panting heavily, slapping his chest, his face full of lingering fear.

Thankfully, I got out quickly. Who knows how powerful that Dark Monster was.

The Dark River—terrifyingly so. No wonder Qin Shou was a bit of a coward.

Sure, being brave is nice, but even Zhenzi would stop to take maternity leave.

No way that Dark River is going to put out some kind of cute sister figure, right?

...

Several days later, in the Giant Demon God Mountain Range.

On a barren hillside, Da Bao, Hu Dan, and Abu lay in the sand, sunbathing listlessly.

"Da Bao, how come that Golden Armor guy still hasn’t shown? Did he change his mind and decide not to give us the Battle Armor?"

Hu Dan leaned against the blade of the Giant Sword, his eyes blankly staring at the scorching sun overhead.

Staring at the sun for extended periods—it’s just routine for the Giant God Race.

Da Bao tossed the spiked club in his hand aside, sighing heavily.

"Sigh, who knows? Maybe he was just talking big—who’d be dumb enough to give away Battle Armor?"

Abu half-reclined on the hill, sharpening the tips of his arrows.

"You two better stop hoping. It’s been so long. Chances are he’s forgotten all about it. We should focus on hunting Monsters instead, or there might not even be dinner tonight."

Da Bao nodded when he heard that. "True, eating is more important."

Hu Dan lowered his head. "Sigh, I still miss the days back on Giant God Planet. With our strength, we could’ve at least been village chiefs over there."

Coming to Monster Planet—sure, we’ve managed to ascend to the Unbreakable Realm, but we’ve gotten poorer instead. Can’t afford Battle Armor, sure, but we can’t even scrape together the fare to get back. This life is unbearable."

Abu patted Hu Dan on the back, reassuring him, "Hu Dan, don’t complain. In another decade or so, we’ll have enough travel fare. Don’t lose heart. Get up, let’s go hunt that Nightmare Green Turtle and feast tonight."

"I don’t want to. The Green Turtle’s too nutritious—and we don’t have wives. Eating it is just asking for trouble."

"Eat less, then."

"How much is ’less’? If I don’t eat enough, what’ll happen?"

"Damn it, you idiot. Are we going or not?" Abu couldn’t help but curse.

Hu Dan pouted and stood up, patting the dust off his backside.

"We’re going, of course! A few days ago, we beat that Green Turtle half to death. If we don’t go, who knows who’s going to snatch it away!"

"Good to hear. Let’s go!"

"Alright, Da Bao, follow along."

"Coming."

The three of them climbed over mountains, their massive physiques scaring off countless desert Monsters, until nightfall when they arrived at a nearly dried-up lake.

Under the moonlight, the three planned briefly and took out a palm-sized red fruit.

Well, palm-sized for the Giant God Race.

Hu Dan and Abu hid behind the mountains. Da Bao smashed the fruit in his hand and tossed it near the lake before crouching low and hiding behind a mountain, gripping the handle of his spiked club in anticipation for the Green Turtle to take the bait.

The red fruit was one of the Green Turtle’s favorite foods, and it was hard to find in this area. They had raided another Monster’s lair to get this one last time and had refrained from eating it, saving it just for this moment when the Green Turtle could go in the pot.

The fragrance of the fruit spread far, enveloping the lake and the surrounding area for thousands of meters.

Sure enough, within minutes, a massive green turtle head covered with tangled water plants poked out of the water, sniffing cautiously.

"Roar..."

A low growl echoed through the night sky as the Green Turtle slowly crawled out of the mud, its shell covered in spines causing the three hidden figures to involuntarily swallow their saliva.

The turtle shell—it could probably be crafted into a shield weapon.

Or better yet, maybe sell it off. Gotta save up to get home anyway.

The Green Turtle moved excruciatingly slowly, creeping along while warily scanning its surroundings. One of its claws still bore a large scar.