Growth III

Within the vast Sea of ​​Forgetfulness.

A massive, invisible vortex gradually emerged from the black seawater.

At first, the vortex was only a tiny speck, but as time passed, it grew larger and larger, drawing in ever more seawater.

The originally pitch-black seawater seemed to gradually fade within the vortex, turning a lighter grayish black.

Inside Morning Dawn Palace, Bottom Crawler seemed to sense something as well. He walked to the edge of the platform and looked down.

"Good grief, the commotion's getting bigger and bigger." He remembered it not being this exaggerated before. Starting today, some kind of qualitative change seemed to have occurred, and the disturbance had suddenly become dozens of times greater than before.

"I really don't know what's so interesting about all that fighting and killing. Isn't it nice to retire peacefully in a place like this, like me?" Bottom Crawler could not understand what these people were thinking.

To him, death or life had long ceased to matter.

After being trapped in the Great Abyss for so many years, he had never told anyone that he had tried to kill himself before.

And not just once.

But no matter how he killed himself, he would reappear in his original position, as though he had been saved to a file, forever restored to his initial state.

As time went on and the attempts piled up, he stopped struggling.

Starvation could not kill him, so he might as well hang from the stone wall, contemplate life, observe his surroundings, and watch the people who fell from above.

Until he met Zhang Rongfang.

"Forget it. I'll sleep for a while and get some rest." After watching for a while, Bottom Crawler felt tired. Seeing no new changes, he turned and went back into Morning Dawn Palace to rest