Siveston closed the group chat window.
"Looks like everyone got scattered. They're probably trying to adapt to the Border Abyss environment, and with the curses on them, it'll likely take at least a year or two."
The situation was hardly good, but it was far from bad.
Blasted into the Border Abyss by an explosion? No. He could clearly sense that shortly after the explosion, a familiar force had appeared and directly intervened at its center, taking all of them away.
As for why that power felt familiar... Siveston was certain.
"That was my divine power, my authority—the Path Power of Plunder."
Lioz probably had not expected this situation either.
Without question, it was all because he had joined this team.
Anyone could figure it out. Oushen was an old fool, Lioz was a pure-blooded killer, Jio Zeiou was just an ordinary warrior, Lanaen was nothing remarkable, and while Ilyevent had some brains, he had yet to awaken.
Ye Zhangjian? Who was that kid again...? Anyway, he was no important character.
Only he, the true Plunder Class chief god, was their real target.
Though he had no idea why the bastard who had stolen his history had suddenly appeared to help him, one thing was certain.
"The thief seems to have landed in quite a bit of trouble—so much so that they even need my help."
Tsk, tsk, tsk. What was this supposed to be?
That thief had finally gotten what was coming to them. Just imagining them grudgingly forcing themselves to save him gave Siveston a small sense of satisfaction.
What a pity. Sooner or later, they would regret this decision for the rest of their life.
The great Lord Siveston was about to return to His divine throne. Still, as a generous and kind man, if this thief