Chapter 901: Treasure Search
Along the stone walls on either side, numerous black holes of varying sizes gaped like the hollow eyes of some ancient beast, each one exhaling a cold, damp breeze that sent chills crawling across Max’s skin.
"Are these... the Black Dog dens?" Max muttered, his brows knitting tightly.
The warning of Blob echoed in his mind: Black Dogs are social creatures. "Where there is one, there are many. Lead one out, and a pack will surely follow. And where there is a pack, there is always a king."
That thought alone was enough to make Max tense. According to the ancient map he had acquired from the elders, the Black Dog King that resided in this abyss was said to have reached the peak of the Legend Rank.
That was a creature so powerful that even with his current strength, defeating it head-on would be reckless.
Still, Max didn’t come here for a confrontation; he had come for treasures, specifically rare medicinal herbs rumored to grow in this abyss. He quietly called out the little rat, which materialized on his shoulder, its bright eyes blinking as it sniffed the air.
"Find anything valuable," Max instructed softly, his voice barely more than a whisper.
The little rat’s nose twitched rapidly as it sniffed left, then right, then upward toward the dark cavern holes. It sniffed for a long time, its whiskers trembling, but to Max’s surprise, it didn’t choose a direction.
Instead, it simply froze in place, its head swiveling back and forth, as if confused. Finally, it sat back on its haunches, wrinkled its small, adorable nose, and stared at him with big, uncertain eyes, tilting its head as if to say it didn’t know what to do.
"No results?" Max asked with a raised brow.