Glory Floating City.
Tuckerau's expression was icy as he pushed open the laboratory doors.
Before his eyes stood rows of translucent nutrient tanks.
Soaking in the nutrient solution were all manner of bizarre human bodies.
Some had octopus heads, some were covered in fish scales, and some had hands transformed into lobster claws. They came in every grotesque shape imaginable, enough to make one's skin crawl.
"Iliya... so you really were secretly allowing the spread of the fish-scale disease!"
Tuckerau took a deep breath and looked at the slender figure beside the experiment table, feeling that she had become utterly unfamiliar. "Do you know the consequences... Tens of millions died because of it. Most coastal cities rebelled... Half the Empire has been plunged into war. What exactly are you trying to do?"
"As expected of the wise Tuckerau. You discovered it so quickly..."
Iliya met his gaze without fear. "As for my goal... naturally, it is for the seventh layer of the Magic Net, for godhood!"
"You deliberately allowed Dami and the others to spread the plague just to break the seal on that being?"
Tuckerau frowned.
Even he did not dare speak Montichi's name aloud.
"Yes... The seventh layer of the Magic Net is far too difficult to achieve. But if I can capture a god—even just a portion of the power it leaks—I can complete it very quickly." A sharp light seemed to flash in Iliya's eyes.
Madwoman!
A chill ran through Tuckerau's heart. He knew that, for this purpose, Iliya had deliberately allowed Dami and the others to stir up chaos. She had even been secretly researching gods herself!
"But... that Evil God's power is full of corruption. Aren't you afraid?" He suspected that Iliya had already been subtly corrupted at her core through her battles and