It really was a small world.
Who would've thought I'd see an old friend in all his glory again in this illusory place?
Remembering how close we'd been and how we'd overcome hardships together, Fu Qian couldn't help sighing.
There was no mistaking it. Since becoming an administrator, he'd seen all kinds of bizarre forms, but compared with his friend the Pitchman, they were no more than fireflies beside the moon.
Arthropods, carapace, bristles, long wings... and an abdomen that dragged along the ground.
A flea-like body paired with that face of utter despair. It didn't need to be especially extravagant to make a striking impression.
Of course, the fact that he'd appeared here was just as striking.
The Doll Workshop's corruption actually involved the Pitchman?
When he'd been examining the mutated prize in the box just now, he really had made some connections.
After all, he'd dealt with the concept of insects more than once.
And this latest oddity already seemed inextricably linked to the Nightmare Corridor.
So, in that moment, the Honored Name of Lord Yarakir had naturally come to Fu Qian's mind. But that was still a long way from proving anything.
Now, with the Pitchman's appearance, he could only say that it lent strong support to his earlier guess.
The likelihood that this place had something to do with Yarakir, or even the Nightmare Corridor, had increased considerably.
But that wasn't the only thing he'd gained. Lord Yarakir had shown him all kinds of insect forms, so why had the figure been the Pitchman in particular?
"What exactly does this tracing back mean?"
The illusory image eventually faded. Fu Qian turned to the Witch for confirmation.
"If this place's outward appearance comes from a story, as we suspect, then what I did was essentially add a