"All right, Chthon, go develop followers. The Iron Great Tree, Poseidon, and I will join forces, sweep away every enemy, and unify the world."
Set said excitedly, "First, we kill that Cheetah. I've been sick of her for a long time. As long as we get rid of her, the Beastman Race will be completely in our hands.
Then we'll lead the Beastman Race, wipe out the humans, and finally join forces to subdue the Zombie Clan. At that point, the Small World will be ours."
"Exactly."
Everyone nodded. Then, under Set's lead, they carried the White Eagle Statue and eagerly entered the Space Rift.
After the White Eagle Statue left, the Space Rift gradually shrank until it vanished. A while later, a figure silently appeared there. The Magic Array Chthon had set up failed to detect him at all.
"Wakanda's location? If I weren't the Script's author, I'd really wonder whether this Small World was actually written by me."
Andrew grumbled, then followed the lingering Spatial Fluctuation and directly traversed into the Small World.
Only Andrew could pull this off. Not only did it require an extremely deep understanding of the Spatial Laws, but he also had to use Intangibility on himself, turning himself into something without mass. Only then could he travel along the Spatial Fluctuation into the Small World.
If he had any mass, crossing over would have been impossible. If it were really that easy, Chthon and the others would have directly transferred Death's base there.
The Small World was actually a miniature Earth, though only America remained at present. Since Andrew had entered by following Set and the others' Spatial Fluctuation, he appeared in the same place where Chthon and the others had arrived.
That place was Set's secret chamber. Seriously, for something as major