The table was strewn with things Tang Chuan could not comprehend. Their shapes and structures were bizarre beyond measure, making their principles and functions impossible to analyze.
Although he did not know what these things were specifically used for, Tang Chuan's subconscious told him that if the energy sequences of most of them were to "riot," they could easily destroy the universe he had once inhabited.
There was even a spherical object containing a vast universe within it, merely sealed behind a thin membrane and reduced to a trinket like a crystal ball.
These things, each capable of casually destroying a universe, had been carelessly tossed across the round conference table, scattered in every direction.
The Cellular Galaxy Entity cast its gaze over the table, and the objects upon it abruptly vanished.
He said, "They have been placed in the Treasure Vault. Take whatever you need when necessary. Taking something alone will trigger vigilance, and you will need a reason before you can remove it."
The Fleshy Tumor wriggled and said, "Fine. I've already thought of twelve thousand reasons. Um, or perhaps 1.32 billion."
The gods were speechless once more!
The planetary entity looked at him, perhaps with a hint of helplessness, and said, "The things inside are not particularly precious to you. Why are you always like this?"
The Fleshy Tumor said, "Talking to you feels good. There is an attitude called communication."
It roughly meant: When I talk to you, I can fool around. I do not actually want the things in the Treasure Vault. I simply enjoy this feeling. Other creatures cannot give me that feeling.
Would you fool around with ants when you had nothing to do, showing them a magic trick you had just learned?
You would not.
At least, not often, even if you were insane.
Only one's own kind could evoke that amusing urge to show everyone one's thoughts and feelings.
The gods understood and nodded, accepting the explanation.
They did not pursue the matter further. They knew that as long as they were not gathered together, the Fleshy Tumor could not even be bothered to touch the things in the Treasure Vault.
He lacked for nothing, nor would he force himself to make clever jokes.
And the Ten Supreme Deities did not gather together many times even over the course of a new cosmic era.
Forget it. Let him do as he pleased!
The Cellular Galaxy Entity looked around at everyone and said, "Then this meeting is concluded. Does anyone have anything to add?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing."
"Nothing."
Seeing that everyone had stated their position, the Cellular Galaxy Entity said again, "Then, until next time."
With that, his figure dissipated, and he left.
The other Supreme Main Gods also nodded to one another before vanishing one after another.
In the end, only Tang Chuan and the Fleshy Tumor remained in the Council Hall.
The Fleshy Tumor's body wriggled, layers upon layers of flesh rolling over one another as it squirmed toward Tang Chuan.
With Tang Chuan's nerves drawn taut, the Fleshy Tumor sat down on his Divine Seat and even shoved Tang Chuan aside.
The Fleshy Tumor asked, "Why haven't you left yet?"
That is what I want to ask you!
Tang Chuan devoted more than half his mental strength to forcibly suppressing the fear of the Fleshy Tumor that arose from his genes and bloodline.
With a forced smile, he said, "I am currently an ordinary attribute-less Mortal. I cannot leave as you do."
If I could teleport away like you, I would have left long ago!
The Fleshy Tumor said nothing. The irregular eyeballs all over its body spun with soft chiliu chiliu sounds before finally turning toward Tang Chuan. Its voice suddenly became terrifying as it said:
"Are you afraid of me?!"
Hiss~
A bone-deep chill, like flying through the air.
Every one of Tang Chuan's pores erupted in goosebumps, densely covering his entire body.
His adrenaline levels shot through the roof. The numb, itchy sensation across his scalp drove his mind to the brink of collapse.
It was like suffering an immense fright out of nowhere, only for that feeling to continue without end, impossible to dispel.
Tang Chuan looked at the Fleshy Tumor. This time, the disgust had lessened, leaving only an unbearable sense of terror. He said, "In my current state, I instinctively suffer in the presence of certain things."
Chiliu chiliu~
The Fleshy Tumor's eyeballs spun wildly before several of them narrowed. It said, "No wonder. When I came to your Divine Seat, I clearly saw your fear. That prank was meant to show our united nature, but it seems I went too far. Um, then do not look at me."
Only then did Tang Chuan stiffly turn his head away, avoiding the terror of facing the Fleshy Tumor directly.
So it had not discovered anything. Its voice had suddenly become terrifying only because it was fooling around with a good friend.
It seemed to have noticed that his mortal body instinctively feared it at a genetic level, yet did not find that strange at all.
The Fleshy Tumor wriggled and said, "I was wrong. I did not expect the prank to inflict genuine terror upon you... Extend the part you use to hold things."
Tang Chuan stiffly extended his hand.
Chiliu!
The Fleshy Tumor took a bite out of Tang Chuan's arm!
Moist and tight.
And it seized hold of something long, thick, soft yet firm.
The Fleshy Tumor released its bite and let go of Tang Chuan's arm.
"You, as a Mortal, do not have my contact information. Use this to contact me when you have time. Apologies for that prank. I look forward to hearing from you."
Tang Chuan looked at his palm. What he held was something like the tip of an Octopus Tentacle, secreting translucent mucus. It was as thick as an adult's arm, around twenty centimeters long, and constantly writhing.
What did you just say?
You want me to use this to contact you when I have time?
This is alive!
It is still secreting mucus and wriggling!
How am I supposed to contact you?
Still, Tang Chuan sensed the Fleshy Tumor's goodwill. He tried his best to put a trace of gentleness into his expression as he said, "Thank you, Meatball."
"Meatball?"
"Yes, a nickname. It represents my new personality."
"Um, an affectionate nickname. I will not add fear to you, Mortal. Goodbye, Best Union. I look forward to hearing from you."
After saying this, the Fleshy Tumor continuously wriggled into its own body, gradually transforming into a small meatball before finally disappearing.
Tang Chuan remained frozen on the Divine Seat for several minutes before suddenly deflating. His body slumped as he began gasping for air.
Was it finally, finally over?
Tang Chuan panted for a while before recovering enough to straighten himself slightly.
He sat there alone, like the sole ruler of a boundless, infinite universe, supreme and exalted, yet...
Flustered.
Right.
That was right.
It was over!
Everyone had left!
What about him?
How the fuck was he supposed to get back?
At a time like this, should not some prompt have risen in his mind again, asking him to confirm whether he wished to return?
Just like the thought that had summoned him here.
Dumbfounded.
Lost.
Terrified.
No way. There is still no summons. Was I really thrown here?
Could all this have been a prank by the real Calamity Supreme God? Was he somewhere in the shadows, sneering at my current reaction?
After waiting several minutes, there was still no movement around him.
Tang Chuan rose from the Divine Seat and carefully surveyed his surroundings, tightly gripping the "Octopus Tentacle" that kept twisting its tiny waist.
He was afraid that if he loosened his grip, the thing would slip away with a chiliu and vanish without a trace.
If he could not find a way out, he would have no choice but to contact Meatball and find an excuse to have him send him back to his original world!
Whether or not it aroused Meatball's suspicions, he had no other choice. He could not stay here forever!
As for how to activate the Little Tentacle and use it like a phone, he would have to study that carefully later.