Apocalypse Gachapon

Kuma's mood relaxed a bit.

He had contacted the team a few minutes ago; in another half hour, they could meet up.

This tracking mission had been somewhat unlucky.

As a member of the Tearhound Ghost Race, he possessed the tracking abilities his race was best known for, along with decent talent in other areas.

Yes, the word "genius" had always surrounded him since childhood.

But after arriving here, that changed.

Kuma was initially very unaccustomed to it. After all, having been used to being the center of attention, suddenly becoming a supporting character was quite a difference. However, he quickly adapted because some things couldn't be made up for by pride alone.

Here, everyone was a genius; everyone had once been a proud child of heaven. To gain respect and admiration, there was only one type of person: a genius among geniuses.

Unfortunately, Kuma was not that, and his racial abilities destined he could never be.

But he was still very important. His abilities gave him a special status, and that feeling was actually not bad. Right now, Kuma was on his way back to reclaim that feeling.

Thinking of this, Kuma inwardly cursed Ye Zhongming's companion.

So shameless.

If he couldn't win, he ran; if he couldn't run, he lured monsters—no, lured people. This method was laughable!

But then Kuma's mood sank.

Wasn't this also a kind of ability? An ability to handle crises. When luring someone to kill his companion, the other party had also taken great risks. But they had timed it well, chosen the route well, taken the risk, and left confidently, leaving Kuma to flee.

To be honest, if the team hadn't contacted Kuma to tell him to return, he wouldn't have known what to do next.

Keep chasing? Kuma no longer had the courage; he wasn't really good at head-on confrontation. But not chasing? It would be hard to explain returning after losing one in a two-on-one situation.

That order had freed him from hesitation.

But after walking here, Kuma stopped because in this rainforest, a pile of large and small stones had suddenly appeared, scattered haphazardly on the path ahead.

The vigilance of a top expert made Kuma feel these stones were problematic.

Stones appearing in a forest weren't impossible, but this was a rainforest—humid air, lush vegetation. How could these stones not be eroded by moss and vines? They were still so smooth?

Kuma looked left and right. He initially thought going around was a good idea, but seeing that the left was a small lake connected to a swamp and the right was a hillside that looked like it had been cut open, with a small waterfall cascading down, he knew that either route would take some time and involve unknown dangers.

He thought for a moment, then simply sat on the ground, closed his eyes slightly, and after a moment, a phantom of some kind of monster's head appeared behind him. The most noticeable feature of the monster was its enormous nose.

The nose sniffed towards the stone pile, paused for a moment, then disappeared.

Kuma stood up and walked slowly towards the stone pile.

That was his racial ability, used for close-range detection. It was hard for nearby scents to escape its nose.

There had been some discovery, but it ultimately gave a negative answer. After considering it, Kuma decided to walk through the stone pile.