The person who looked like an octopus raised his head and glanced at the sky.
The torrential rain poured down, obscuring every trace.
His tentacles writhed, sensing the icy water.
"This guy is about as strong as I am? He wants to stop me. Could he be the hostile Chosen of the Gods in this mission?"
He recalled the scene he had vaguely glimpsed through the idol just now. His opponent could melt into a pool of flesh. No, perhaps that pool of flesh was his true form, while the appearance of a native was merely a disguise.
Thinking of the condition in the mission that required eliminating the hostile Chosen of the Gods, he felt a surge of annoyance. The countless eyes covering his head blinked.
"I originally planned to use the idol to mutate everyone directly and deal with that unknown Chosen of the Gods at the same time. But now, it seems I'll have to go there myself?"
The Octopus Person glanced at the idol again. A fine crack had even appeared on it.
He put away the idol and looked at the torrential rain in the sky.
This rain would soon reach Utopia. The clear rainwater would purify the filthy world.
Greenish-blue smoke rose from the Octopus Person's body. The smoke soared upward and vanished into the clouds.
Soon, the color of the rain clouds gradually changed to dark green. Their deep hue resembled mold, making the raindrops viscous and foul-smelling, filling the air with a nauseating stench.
Ahead, the Octopus Person saw a marching army heading away from the torrential rain.
He had observed this army for several days. After some deductions and investigation, he learned that it came from a city-state in the west. Its destination was also Utopia. Spies hidden in Utopia had