Turning the Tables!

Soren naturally knew nothing of what was happening in Port Nyanzaru.

Had he known, he would probably have agreed to the Fallen Witch's request, provided her alchemical research was not on the level of "nuclear fusion."

After all, alchemy could be an enormous help to him. Just a batch of clay golems and stone golems had already fundamentally transformed Port Nyanzaru's labor capacity. Increasing their hauling capacity to the tonnage scale was indeed effective. If enough golems could be put to work, with enough energy to keep them running, Port Nyanzaru could soon become a major city with a powerful Golem Legion. As long as the Fallen Witch conducted her experiments outside Port Nyanzaru, the danger would undoubtedly be much lower.

Rebuilding a laboratory was no small undertaking.

To avoid attracting too much attention, Goria could only quietly reassign personnel in secret while throwing herself into keeping up with the alchemical work. Whatever the case, after what had happened before, she still could not trust her mother completely. She feared her mother would be too impatient for results. Another accident would be a serious problem.

Meanwhile.

On the third layer of The Abyss, Soran faced a new challenge.

Although he had expected this for some time, his expression still froze briefly when he saw the Goblin Demon Sorcerer personally enter the arena.

His opponent was the host who had been presiding over Gurumba Arena all this time.

That Goblin Demon Sorcerer.

The sorcerer's face was full of malice and resentment. Having failed to complete the task assigned by Demon Lord Miamide Disaster Coin, he had been kicked into the arena to duel Soran. Killing Soran would naturally be ideal, allowing him to regain his former position. But if he lost to Soran, the Demon Lord would probably not change Gurumba