The Syndicate base below.
Beside the Palbox, two pale blue figures appeared, one after the other.
"Senior Brother, we're back~"
"Old Zhong, I'm telling you, I'm scary strong now... Holy shit!? What are you doing???"
Mu Yawen and Zhou Yue had barely landed when the sight before them stopped them cold.
Zhong Yi and Zhou Qiaoling each grabbed one of Penking's wings, desperately hauling him toward the Campfire.
"Senior Brother Zhong, Penking's too heavy... He has the [Heavyweight] trait!!"
"It doesn't seem to do anything normally, but he's so heavy when he's asleep! Qiaoling, give it one more push! We're almost there!"
Straining with all their might, Zhong Yi and Zhou Qiaoling finally shoved the sleeping Penking onto the Campfire.
Penking slept peacefully, the snore bubble on the tip of his beak glowing a brilliant red.
Mu Yawen and Zhou Yue stared, dumbfounded.
"Junior Brother Mu, Old Zhong's gone dark..."
Zhou Yue whispered in disbelief.
"Looks like Qiaoling rubbed off on him..."
Mu Yawen was just as stunned.
After all, what they were seeing was a little too hellish.
Not long ago, Zhong Yi had said they must never hurt Palworld creatures.
Oh, wait. Later, that had become try not to hurt Palworld creatures.
"Senior Brother Zhong, what are you doing?"
Mu Yawen couldn't help asking.
"Treating a Palworld creature's illness... Old Zhou's a genius. Burn him, send him to the Palbox to recover, and the illness is gone!"
Zhong Yi cheerfully gave Zhou Yue a thumbs-up.
"Huh? So I'm the cult leader behind all this??"
Zhou Yue looked utterly baffled.
Despite what they said, everyone was only joking around.
None of them felt genuinely uncomfortable.
The reason was simple: when Lu Ze created the Illusion Realm, he had used its visuals to soften the impact.
If the Palworld creatures