Imposing Dread

The table was covered with objects that Tang Chuan could not comprehend, their shapes and structures bizarre to the extreme, impossible to analyze for their principles or functions.

Although he didn't know what these things were specifically used for, his subconscious told him that most of them, if their energy sequences went into "riot," could easily destroy the universe he had once inhabited.

There was even a spherical object that contained a vast universe within it, sealed inside a thin membrane, turned into a small trinket like a crystal ball.

These things that could casually annihilate universes were carelessly thrown onto the round meeting table, scattered and varied.

The Cellular Galaxy Entity cast a glance at the round table, and the objects on it vanished instantly.

He said, "Already placed in the Treasure Vault. When needed, take freely. Taking alone will trigger an alert, and then a reason will be required to retrieve it."

The Fleshy Tumor squirmed and said, "Good, I've already thought of twelve thousand reasons. Or maybe one billion three hundred twenty million."

The deities were speechless again!

The Planet Entity looked at him, perhaps with a hint of helplessness, and said, "The things inside aren't that precious to you. Why are you always like this?"

The Fleshy Tumor said, "Talking with you feels good. It has an attitude called communication."

The meaning was roughly: Talking with you, I can clown around. I don't really want the things in the Treasure Vault. I just enjoy this feeling. With other beings, I wouldn't have this experience.

Would you, with nothing better to do, clown around for an ant, showing off a new magic trick you just learned?

No.

At least not often, even if you were a Mental Patient.

Only with your own kind can you evoke that interesting, show-offy thought and emotion within you.

The deities understood, nodding one after another, accepting this explanation.

They let it go. They knew that as long as they weren't gathered together, the Fleshy Tumor couldn't be bothered to touch the things in the Treasure Vault.

He didn't lack anything, and he wouldn't force a clever display.

And the time the Ten Supreme Deities gathered together wasn't very frequent in a single new cosmic era.

Forget it, let him be!

The Cellular Galaxy Entity looked around at everyone and said, "Then this meeting ends here. Any additions?"

"None."

"None."

"None."

Seeing everyone's stance, the Cellular Galaxy Entity spoke again, "Then, see you next time."

With that, his form dissipated, and he left.

The other Supreme Deities also nodded to each other and vanished one after another.

Finally, in the entire Council Hall, only Tang Chuan and the Fleshy Tumor remained.

The Fleshy Tumor's form squirmed, like layers of flesh waves stacking, wriggling toward Tang Chuan's position.

Under Tang Chuan's tense nerves, the Fleshy Tumor sat down on his Divine Seat and even squeezed Tang Chuan to the side.

The Fleshy Tumor asked, "Why haven't you left yet?"

That's what I want to ask you!

Tang Chuan used most of his mental strength to forcibly suppress the fear of the Fleshy Tumor that came from his genes and bloodline.

He forced a smile and said, "I'm now just a Mortal with no attributes. I can't leave like you all."

If I could teleport like you all, I would have been gone long ago!

The Fleshy Tumor said nothing. Its irregular eyeballs rolled around, Chiliu Chiliu, and finally fixed their gaze on Tang Chuan. Its voice suddenly turned terrifying:

"You're afraid of me?!"

Hiss~

A chill to the bone, a flying sensation.

Every pore on Tang Chuan's body turned into goosebumps, dense and covering him entirely.

His adrenaline secretion levels maxed out. The tingling sensation on his scalp drove his spirit to the brink of collapse.

It was like suddenly suffering a tremendous fright, and this feeling persisted, unable to fade.

Tang Chuan looked at the Fleshy Tumor. This time, the nausea had lessened, leaving only an unplaceable sense of dread. He said, "In my current state, I feel instinctive pain toward certain things."

Chiliu Chiliu~

The Fleshy Tumor's eyeballs spun wildly, and finally some of them narrowed. "No wonder. When I came to your Divine Seat, I clearly saw fear. The prank earlier was to show our combined attributes, but it seems I overdid it. Well, don't look at me then."

Tang Chuan stiffly turned his head away, avoiding the terror of facing the Fleshy Tumor directly.

So he hadn't discovered anything. The sudden terrifying voice earlier was just him clowning around with a good friend.

He seemed to have noticed that Tang Chuan's mortal body would instinctively fear him on a genetic level, and he didn't find it strange at all.

The Fleshy Tumor squirmed and said, "My fault. I didn't expect the prank to inflict real terror on you... Extend the part of you that holds things."

Tang Chuan stiffly extended his hand.

Chiliu!

The Fleshy Tumor bit down on Tang Chuan's arm in one gulp!

Wet, tight.

And he grabbed hold of something long, thick, soft yet firm.

The Fleshy Tumor released its bite and let go of Tang Chuan's arm.

"Mortal you, you don't have my contact method. When you're free, use this to contact me. Apologies for the prank just now, and I look forward to hearing from you."

Tang Chuan stared at his palm. What he held was something secreting translucent slime, resembling the tip of an octopus tentacle, as thick as an adult's arm, about twenty centimeters long, and constantly writhing.

What did you just say?

You want me to use this to contact you when I'm free?

This is alive!

It's still oozing slime and squirming!

How am I supposed to contact you with this?

Still, Tang Chuan could feel the Fleshy Tumor's goodwill. He forced his expression to carry a hint of gentleness and said, "Thank you, Meatball."

"Meatball?"

"Yeah, a nickname. It represents my new personality."

"Woo, an affectionate nickname. Won't add fear to Mortal you. Goodbye, Best Union. Looking forward to hearing from you."

With those words, the Fleshy Tumor squirmed back into its own body, gradually shrinking into a small fleshy ball, and finally vanished without a trace.

Tang Chuan remained on the Divine Seat, frozen for several minutes, before suddenly deflating. His posture slumped, and he gasped for air.

Finally... finally, it's over?

Tang Chuan panted for a while before recovering his strength, straightening up slightly.

He sat there alone, like the sole ruler of an infinite, boundless universe—supreme, and yet...

Panicked.

Right.

That's right.

It is over!

Everyone's gone!

But what about me?

How the hell am I supposed to get back?

Shouldn't there be some kind of prompt rising in my mind right now, asking if I choose to return?

Like the thought that summoned me here in the first place.

Dazed.

Lost.

Terrified.

No way... still no summoning call. Am I really abandoned here?

Could all of this be the Calamity Supreme God's prank, with him lurking somewhere in the shadows, sneering at my reaction right now?

Several minutes passed, and still nothing stirred around him.

Tang Chuan stood up from the Divine Seat, carefully and thoroughly surveying his surroundings, and tightly gripped the constantly wriggling "Octopus Tentacle."

Afraid that if he let go, the thing would "chiliu" away and disappear.

If he couldn't find a way out, he'd have no choice but to contact Meatball, come up with some excuse, and ask him to send him back to his original world!

Whether or not it aroused Meatball's suspicion, he had no other option—he couldn't stay here forever!

As for how to trigger the Little Tentacle to use it like a phone, he'd have to study that carefully later.