Chapter 175: The Cult (7)
Rumble—!
A heavy shockwave from fists colliding rippled through the forest, sending dust swirling everywhere.
But I didn’t care about the dust; I kept moving forward.
Plop—! Plop—!
I hurried toward the battlefield where the Giant Black Reaper and the Giant Cult Leader were locked in combat.
My destination? The enormous eyeball at the Giant’s feet!
As I approached the two giants, the noise and vibrations of their battle intensified, and an unpleasant white flame began to cling to my body.
Should I call it the Uncanny Valley Theory?
Just like food that looks delicious but smells foul, this white flame, which resembled my own firewood, offended me.
Looking down at the eyes up close, it definitely appeared to be a passageway to another world—an unidentifiable realm that was colorless but filled with something opaque.
Before jumping into the eyeball, I glanced up at the Giant Black Reaper, who was giving it its all in the fight. The five-meter-tall Giant Black Reaper must have sensed my intent to leave, as it raised its hand and waved goodbye.
It was amusing because, despite its towering height, it still greeted me in the same way it did when it was small.
Leaving the Black Reaper behind, I leaped into the eye.
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