Great Octopus looked at this ancient ancestor of his, a ninth-rank being, and could not help feeling deeply moved.
If this had happened before, he would definitely have been wildly excited, fallen to his knees in worship, and babbled incoherently, right? But times had changed.
As someone who knew the universe's ultimate secret and had entered the city, while he did not completely look down on him now, he still watched his ancient ancestor—with his baffled expression and country-bumpkin air—with a certain contemptuous superiority.
So what if he was ninth rank? So what if he was unimaginably powerful? So what if he could crush him with one hand?
How pitiful.
As Great Octopus sighed inwardly, his emotions complicated yet filled with intense superiority, he continued his explanation. "In the ancient Land of Evolution, that Asura Path soon became the very synonym for filth, evil, and Nurgle. Wherever he went, there were natural disasters; wherever he spoke, there were dead zones.
Countless people were terrified at the mere mention of him. In that era when heroes rose everywhere, he became the champion of one-on-one combat. No one dared challenge his dignity. Whether he won or lost, he would splash shit all over his opponent and poison the feces. It was like fighting some street shrew—who could endure that?"
In the distance, the players recalled it too, and fear appeared on their faces.
Playing with mud was one thing. Playing with shit—who could take that?
Back then, everyone had guessed that the bastard might have been a septic tank worker in real life, someone who unclogged pipes and carried a plunger around all day. But they also said that someone with such advanced knowledge was unlikely to be a low-level worker. He was probably an intellectual, perhaps even a university professor or