Undercurrents

Inside the small basin—or rather, inside the enormous cooking pot.

There was a gigantic monster covered in fleshy tumors.

Several Blue Netero stood around it.

Embedded in the middle of the monster was a human face. It was unmistakably Acacia, and he spoke in a low voice: "Not enough! Still not enough! I want more despair!"

The Blue Netero tossed humans and ingredients into the huge pot one after another. Those humans carried unprecedented terror and despair.

And despair was precisely the monster's favorite flavor.

A broad, fat Blue Netero turned his head and asked, "Joya! What are you doing here? The Gourmet Eclipse hasn't arrived yet!"

Joya waved her hand. "I just came to visit an old friend and tell you something, by the way."

"What is it?"

"IGO seems to have discovered something. They're investigating matters concerning you Netero."

Fat Netero sneered. "Why worry about those people even Gourmet Demons refuse to use? You should pay more attention to that wolf cub and kitten."

"Don't worry. They can't escape my grasp." Joya replied with complete confidence. "Acacia seems somewhat dissatisfied!"

Fat Netero fell silent, his gaze dark and gloomy.

How could they not know Acacia's condition? But they had to control the feeding pace now. Otherwise, if the monster inside Acacia matured ahead of time, the consequences would be unimaginable.

This was an opportunity their Blue Netero had painstakingly waited hundreds of millions of years for. If they missed this plan, things would become even more troublesome in the future.

Moreover, as time passed, Acacia and that monster would grow increasingly powerful, forcing the Blue Netero to remain cautious.

Joya did not continue provoking them. She had merely come to confirm Acacia's condition and ensure that he would finish maturing just as the Gourmet Eclipse arrived.

A moment