The languor vanished from Dies Martin's face.
He looked at Qin Chuan as if he were staring at a complete madman.
"What did you say?" The Lord of Lies' voice turned strange. "Open the passage even wider?"
He wondered if he had misheard.
The Abyss—what kind of place was that?
It was a Chaos Source that even gods dreaded speaking of, a blight capable of corrupting the entire universe. Countless worlds did everything they could to avoid it.
Yet the man before him had asked to let the Abyss in.
Wasn't he afraid its filth would overwhelm the entire world?
"Your people are strong. That Dragon Soaring World is a promising talent," Dies Martin said, trying to sound rational. "But you saw how much trouble he had with a Demigod that was artificially created. Widen that opening, and you won't just get Demigods or Lower Gods. Mid-Rank Gods and Upper Gods could come through too!"
"When that happens, forget your players. Even if you step in yourself, sealing that opening again will cost you dearly!"
There was a warning in Dies Martin's voice.
This was no longer an experiment. It was playing with fire.
"A cost?" Qin Chuan repeated, then smiled.
"Dies Martin, I think you've misunderstood something."
Qin Chuan looked away from the display and met the Lord of Lies' gaze.
"I never make a deal without getting something in return."
He tapped the air, and the image of the Shadow Domain split in two.
On the left, Dragon Soaring World was still leading the main force in a fierce charge toward the second red dot.
The image on the right switched to the Western European Continent.
There, crimson Wrath Sin Karma and a silver-white torrent of data were still tearing into each other.
Season Star floated above a