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Still with the dead bugs?

You young folks really have no limits, huh!

Hearing Karos's words, Norson sprawled on the floor, desperately crawling toward the door.

If it weren't for the identities of these two young masters, he would've blasted them away with his magic long ago!

"You guys are really into this, aren't you?"

Watching Norson drag the two of them along toward the exit, Velen grew intrigued. He mentally commanded the system, "Have Red-Hair come over. He'll know what to do."

"Almost there! Almost out of this hellhole!"

Norson's hands trembled with excitement as he crawled. His head peeked out the door first.

And right at that moment, a blood-red scythe pressed coldly against the back of his neck.

"Crawl. Back. In."

"Or I'll slice that old head of yours clean off!"

"I'll be standing guard here. Anyone who dares defy the master's command—anyone who dares try escaping again—I'll chop their damn heads off!"

The crazed, exhilarated voice of the one-eyed red-haired swordsman rang in Norson's ear.

Gulp!

Turning his head and seeing that terrifying presence of a mad warrior radiating an aura of violence, Norson swallowed hard and forced out a laugh. "I-I'm heading back in!"

He planted both hands on the floor and reversed himself straight back into the room.

"Huh?"

"Norson Grandpa, why're you back again?"

Kendrix, still clutching Norson's left leg, asked curiously.

"Y-Young Masters… something terrible is out there!"

"You absolutely mustn't—"

Before Norson could finish his sentence, Karos and Kendrix had already rushed outside, full of curiosity.

Boom!

It felt like a thunderclap detonated in Norson's mind. He could already picture the horrifying sight of their heads exploding.

"Norson Grandpa, there's nothing out there! Where's that terrifying monster you mentioned?"

Karos returned moments later, confused.

"Karos!"

"Could you please use your pig brain for once?"

"Obviously Norson Grandpa just needed a face-saving excuse. With us here, how could he possibly escape alone?"

Kendrix strode back in, scolding loudly.

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Nothing out there?

That terror was only targeting me?

Norson's entire mental state shattered at those words.

First, he'd taken the brunt of the thunder for Velen. Then he alone had been singled out by some horrifying force. Now he was being bitten by poisonous bugs and was expected to eat dead insects?

Is this really the life an elderly man deserves?

Damn it! I just wanted to retire and live a peaceful life!

"To hell with it, Deathworms! I'll fight you all!"

Driven to the brink of madness, Norson braced both hands on the floor and slid himself headfirst toward the dense mass of poisonous bugs!

"Norson Sir!"

"Norson Grandpa!"

"We can't let you go into battle alone—we're coming too!"

Mimicking his actions, Karos and Kendrix also got down and began crawling toward the swarm of Deathworms.

"System," Velen commanded in his mind, "use two charges of Fate's Trojan and find out what Karos and Norson need in terms of legacy resources."

Kendrix was already a member of the tycoon club. He didn't need rewards.

But Karos and Norson—Velen would never let his helpers work for nothing. As the founder of the Tycoon Club, he always repaid loyalty with generosity.

Ding! Two charges of Fate's Trojan used.

Karos requires: one Starforged Stone to forge a personalized weapon.

Norson requires: a variety of supportive potions, arcane array materials, and defensive magitech equipment to survive the lv8 Thunder Tide. Recommendation: grant one Invincible Upgrade Potion.

Hearing the results, Velen turned toward Norson and said, "Norson, I know you're gathering resources for the lv8 Thunder Tide tribulation."

"Don't worry—I won't let you help for free. After this, I'll give you a god-rank potion. It'll help you overcome the Thunder Tide with ease."

"Karos, I know you're searching for a Starforged Stone to craft your weapon. After this, I'll gift you one."

Bam!

Lying on the ground, covered in crawling insects, the two men's eyes lit up at once!

Especially Norson—he had never heard of a "god-rank potion" before, but coming from Velen's mouth, it somehow felt real.

After all, the guy even had live Deathworms from the Singularity Battlefield! In that case, pulling out some unheard-of miracle potion? That's nothing!

Thud!

Hearts pounding, legs trembling!

Thinking of the precious loot they were about to receive, the two men didn't hesitate—they simultaneously raised their legs and kicked Kendrix's chubby body out of the way!

Screw being big brother!

Screw the young master!

Right now, no one could get between them and these poisonous bugs!

They even hoped to get bitten a few more times—only then would they feel truly worthy of their reward!

As Kendrix slid across the floor and came to a stop by Velen's feet, his face was written full of awkwardness.

"Kendrix," Velen asked with a smile, trying to ease the tension, "do you know any other spoiled heirs?"

"Other… spoiled heirs?"

"Boss, yeah—I do know a few. Are you thinking of recruiting them?"

"Find someone you're closest with. Bring them here tomorrow morning to help with something. Whether they join or not depends on how suitable they are."

Having decided to fast-track his ascension to the upper plane universe, Velen wasn't planning to dawdle any longer. He was going to finish this special mission right here and now.

Once his strength reached its peak, he could ascend anytime with the help of either the Astral Aurum Cabin or a god-rank potion.

"Boss!"

"Leave it to me—I'll head out now! I'll bring him first thing in the morning!"

Tears nearly streamed down Kendrix's face—finally, a reason to escape this hell!

No more dead bugs! No more disgusting insect meals!

"No rush."

"Tomorrow morning, I'll give you a few Teleportation Scrolls. Just use them directly."

"For now, let's sit tight and enjoy ourselves. Tonight, we eat and drink like kings!"

What?!

Kendrix blurted, "Boss, that's not right!"

"That guy lives close to Planet Diven—there's no need to waste a Spatial Portal!"

His hope of escaping shattered, Kendrix forgot his manners in a panic.

"Waste?"

"Kendrix, we're the elite of the Tycoon Club—the apex of spendthrifts—and you're worried about waste?"

Velen gave him a confused look, as if Kendrix had grown another head.

"By the gods above…"

"How could I forget something so fundamental…"

"Does that mean… there's no escaping tonight?"

Kendrix's face turned pale with despair. Facing those grotesque poisonous worms… he really couldn't bring himself to eat them!

Moments later!

As all the Deathworms finally died, a spatial rift appeared in the air.

Alan stepped through, floating mid-air, holding a chef's kit.

"These are… Deathworms?!"

His expression shifted in shock at the mountain of insect corpses.

So this was the ingredient Velen wanted him to cook?

"Your Highness Velen… Are these things even edible?"

Alan asked uncertainly.

"Why wouldn't they be?"

"They're top-tier delicacies! Don't tell me… no one's tried them before?"

Velen tilted his head, puzzled.

"Your Highness… Deathworms only exist in the Singularity Battlefield!"

"They're not spellbeasts—they give off no magical fluctuations. Plus, their special nature lets them burrow underground where even Ascended Rank powerhouses can't detect them."

"If one bites you—even if you're an Ascended—you're dead. And within a minute, they vanish back into the earth. No one ever sees their corpses."

"Even if someone stumbles upon one, they stay far away—who knows if there are still live ones nearby?"

Hearing this, Velen finally understood—he truly hadn't known any of that.

"Your Highness Velen!"

"If you truly insist on eating them… maybe we should find a spellbeast first, to test if it's poisonous?"