God of a Thousand Faces and Uthgor

Boundless, dark mystery. The Ship of Fools floated onward.

The ship's lantern cast a steady glow. Tang Qi wore a relieved expression as he listened to the faint roars and impacts that seeped through from beyond the barrier behind him, which had already sealed itself. The sounds quickly faded, but they revealed the "master's" extreme displeasure.

"Just barely. Good thing I ran fast."

Tang Qi had completely lost his usual imposing and domineering image. His retreat had been smooth and natural enough to make it into a textbook.

"Capturing an evil god—such a bold and insane operation was never going to go smoothly. Although there were countless spirits above the mysterious, and an enormous number of 'weak gods' had survived the Great Cataclysm war... there still weren't many evil deities as foolish as Borusa, unable to restrain their desires."

"Rose Madeline was half right about that 'Genstein's' situation. She only misjudged its condition. If I hadn't conducted a second verification and had gone straight in to capture it, the outcome would have been unimaginably miserable."

As his thoughts churned, Tang Qi seemed to sense something and suddenly looked at the oar still in his hand.

At the end of the oar was a mass of sticky, pitch-black fluid flesh, likely some that had splattered onto it when he struck those eyeballs earlier.

It writhed silently, slowly gathering together to form a "pocket-sized" monster.

Its main body resembled a lump of black oil, except it was covered in eyes flashing blue light. Irregular symbols were outlined within their pupils, while tiny tentacles waved about, attempting to climb the oar toward Tang Qi's hand.

When his gaze fell upon it, Information Fragments emerged:

"Supernatural Creature: Genstein's flesh. Divine flesh possessing powerful regenerative abilities. If it is within the radiation and contamination range