"Come on, Boss, you could've just given me a set of coordinates. You even sent someone to pick me up. Looks like Boss's love for me can no longer be hidden~"
A seductive voice rang out in the vacuum of space.
"You think too highly of yourself. Too bad you're not pretty enough to match."
A cold voice replied.
"Writer of dirty novels, say that again! Am I pretty or not, you old hag?!"
'Rainy Night, Bringing a Blade but No Umbrella' simply closed his eyes, ignoring her.
Sister Ji had only been joking around out of boredom. When the other party fell silent, she moved closer again.
"Hey, dirty-novel writer, don't you think that guy leading the way is a little dangerous?"
At that, Brother Umbrella opened his eyes again, his gaze solemn.
Ahead of them was an indescribable monster in a white robe.
The "white robe" covering it was not made of fabric. It more closely resembled a living, diseased carpet of fungi, woven from countless fine, writhing pale threads.
The robe itself breathed slowly, rising and falling. Occasionally, barely perceptible pearlescent droplets of viscous liquid seeped out, only to be absorbed by the fabric, leaving dark and light patches like traces of mold or decay.
Throughout the process, tiny fragments continued to flake off. A single strand of such 'debris' was enough to corrode a vast stretch of the void.
As 'it' gently dragged its claws, every stroke was accompanied by the massive decay of the void ahead.
This kind of 'artificial decay' seemed to create miniature wormholes, and the group continued moving through these 'decayed wormholes.'
"Don't you think there's an extremely dense aura of taboo surrounding it?"
"You mean, like the kind surrounding you?"
Brother Umbrella glanced at the 'humanoid female evil god' beside him.