Qin Siyang nodded and offered his guesses:
"I can think of two possibilities."
"First, someone was raising this Doom Octopus in captivity. We all know that as gods grow stronger, the point value of their disc carapaces rises too. Someone might have carefully arranged for it to win twenty life-or-death gambles so it would grow stronger and its disc carapace would become more valuable, ready for them to harvest."
Li Tianming shook his head. "That's impossible. Just tell me your second idea."
"Why? You don't think anyone could raise gods in captivity?"
"No, what you're describing might exist, but it wouldn't involve a Doom Octopus. If people really do raise gods in captivity, the cost must be enormous. This thing was only worth a little over a thousand points. That wouldn't cover even one percent of the cost of raising it. Who would do that?"
"What about for research?"
"Even less likely. I'm a researcher myself. Researchers don't have that kind of funding. Even assuming we could raise a few Iron-Helm Rat Fleas would be giving us too much credit."
"All right. My second idea is that there was something wrong with this Doom Octopus."
After hearing that, Li Tianming smoked in silence, his brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed, pondering for a long time.
"That's very possible. Perhaps the disc carapace you submitted was different from those of other Doom Octopuses, and that's why someone reported you."
"You mean..."
"The person who reported you has also successfully hunted a Doom Octopus."
Li Tianming looked at Qin Siyang. "If that person has hunted a Doom Octopus, his sequence level must be pretty high. Wouldn't that also fit what Qian Wendao told you about the informant being someone of high standing?"
"Old Li, that makes sense..."
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