With the Commander supporting him, the Divine Envoy sat propped up against the bed. Years of evolution had caused them to shed the mucus covering their bodies; otherwise, they would only have soaked the bed until it was dripping wet.
On Emperor Star, there were also some Octopus Monsters that liked damp environments. They would specially make a wet, mucus-filled "jar," then curl up inside it to rest.
These Octopus Monsters were known as the Back-to-the-Ancients Faction, and in many people's eyes, this was a sign of mental abnormality.
After all, a species might have taken hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years to evolve from a wet body surface into a dry one. This inexplicable worship of primitive octopuses would absolutely be regarded as abnormal in a highly developed civilized society.
Fortunately, the Divine Envoy did not have this habit. Otherwise, the Commander would have had no idea where to find some native octopuses and obtain mucus for him in such a short time.
The Divine Envoy recalled the last scene before he had lost consciousness. That tearing pain intensified once again, making his entire body seem to writhe in agony!
"It wasn't a natural force. It was a force controlled by someone."
"It... is even filling our surroundings right now. In other words, everything we say and do here is known to the master behind this mental force!"
The Commander's expression turned ugly. "You never told me this."
The Divine Envoy looked embarrassed. "I hadn't gotten around to telling you before I passed out, but now you know."
Seeing the Commander's displeased expression, the Divine Envoy offered a little consolation. "When that fellow, or group of fellows, isn't paying attention to us every moment, they won't passively know what we're doing."
"Only when they're constantly observing