This Was Recorded in the Past, Too

As the sound grew louder,

the cracks gradually widened and spread.

Perhaps Alisa, standing on the Giant's shoulder, couldn't feel much.

But Lan Qingyou, hovering in the air, could see exactly how wide the cracks had grown.

At first, Lan Qingyou had thought that a fallen tree a hundred meters long was already impressive.

But those cracks looked like they wouldn't stop at a mere hundred meters.

At least four or five times that, perhaps?

And they were still spreading.

"Be careful. Looks like it's something big."

Lan Qingyou flew over to Alisa and warned her.

At the same time, she used Gravity to slam those annoying flies straight into the ground.

Of course, she left it at that so as not to burden the Stitched Giant.

In fact, to make things even easier for the Giant, Lan Qingyou lowered the Gravity around them.

She also let the flies take off again once they touched the ground.

"I can tell. I just don't know how big it is."

Alisa gazed ahead, frowning slightly.

Honestly, at first she had only wanted to pull up a radish. She hadn't expected it to get this big.

The cracks must have spread at least five or six hundred meters by now, right?

And that was before they'd even pulled it out.

Crack—

Just then, a strange sound came from the Giant.

Lan Qingyou and Alisa both looked down toward the sound, only to find that the Giant's arm had been torn open.

Thick, golden liquid flowed from the wound.

It was an alchemical product.

Its properties were much like the blood of a living creature or the oil in a machine.

Clearly, Alisa used this stuff as the Stitched Giant's circulatory system.

Or rather, most of her stitched monsters used this liquid as their