After the legendary Don Freecss rode away.
Everyone did their best to digest the information Don had provided, their expressions varied.
Ging gazed at Gelman with a complicated look. "What you told Don was serious... You really intend to hunt the 'demigods,' and even the 'Red Moon'?"
Gelman nodded. "If this is humanity's only way out, then we have no other choice."
Ging thought it over, then gave a rueful laugh and sighed. "You're right... I've always supported your decisions. I didn't expect to start wavering now that we've come this far."
"It was better not to know. But now that we know this planet has only a little over five hundred years left, we ought to do something. Otherwise, I really won't be able to live with myself," Biscuit said.
Shizuku looked around in surprise. She hadn't expected everyone to actually plan on hunting the "gods" of this planet.
She blinked her big eyes but didn't object.
Since Gelman had decided, and Biscuit and Ging supported him, then that settled it.
If they were going to hunt the "gods," then they would hunt them. Shizuku was decisive about that sort of thing.
They had no plans to spend the night in the Rainforest Swamp. Everyone gathered around the Teleport Lantern Gelman had placed there, holding hands with the four little monsters.
Now that they knew the Teleport Lantern's power might come from the "Red Moon," everyone's expression grew somewhat grim as they clasped the little monsters' cold fingers.
They couldn't help wondering whether the monsters' small, pale, curled-up bodies and twisted, ferocious faces were the result of a "curse."
They still had no answer.
Gelman reached out and touched the Teleport Lantern. Just as he was about to activate it, his vision suddenly blurred, and he saw a series