Natural Enemy

"What the hell is this place? Even a mass grave has more life to it."

"What a strange smell, meow. Ugh, disgusting, meow!"

Another advantage of taking small ships instead of a Big Ship was that when the Explorers on the ground saw the small ships descend alongside them, they felt much more at ease.

The moment they reached the ground and opened the hatch, Lu PingAn's group was hit by a suffocating stench.

However, most of them put on the masks they had prepared in advance, and nothing happened.

"Is the air toxic?"

"It's fine. No lethal toxins or supernatural toxins detected. Minimum biochemical reserves, with first-rank potions on standby. One dose every eight hours will be enough."

The potion logistics team immediately got to work. For this mildly toxic, non-polluted environment, the all-purpose "Detoxification Demonic Medicine" was enough to solve the problem.

One dose was applied externally, another taken internally. They were cheap and plentiful. Lu PingAn noticed that when the Hammer People saw his group distributing potions, they actually looked somewhat envious and curious.

The versatility of Professionals, along with their obvious complementary functions, might have been another advantage.

Boom!

Yet when they truly stepped into this Small World, what greeted them was still unpleasant.

This was a world that made Lu PingAn feel nostalgic—though in the opposite sense.

"...We just got out of the Abyssal Mire, and now we've come to another world of slop."

The overly heavy moisture and intense heat made Lu PingAn slip the moment he stepped down.

What lay beneath his feet was not a swamp, but an even more troublesome deep pit of mud.

Even more frustrating was the fact that this damn Small World was too far from its star and lacked a sufficient atmosphere. Even in broad daylight, the