This horrifying death by bliss sent the expedition, which had only just relaxed, into an uproar.
Cheadle shouted at everyone at the top of her lungs.
"Everyone, fall back!!!"
"Cover your mouths and noses!"
"It's some kind of invisible hallucinogenic gas!"
The hunters scrambled to put on their specially made gas masks, only to discover that they were completely useless.
Because this was not poison gas at all, but a wave of pure mental contamination.
It ignored every physical barrier and acted directly on the dopamine-producing centers of the human brain.
As long as you stood in this area, your brain would be force-fed an endless stream of pleasure signals.
"A pointless defense."
Beyond's icy voice drifted over from behind them.
He wore heavy handcuffs, his face filled with the twisted fervor of someone witnessing hell.
"This is Pap."
"The one among the five great calamities that most enjoys keeping its prey captive."
"It raises humans as pets without dignity, stripping away every instinct to resist through ultimate pleasure, then comfortably draining every last drop of your life force."
Following Beyond's gaze, everyone looked up at the towering treetops on either side.
The wind slowly parted the dense foliage, revealing more than a dozen enormous, transparent, saclike creatures.
They floated quietly in midair, with neither facial features nor limbs. Countless long, thin, transparent fleshy tubes hung from their undersides, swaying silently in the wind.
The moment they touched a living creature under their influence, the tubes would pierce straight through its scalp into the deepest parts of its brain, then begin frantically sucking out fat and blood.
The expedition was in serious trouble now. This kind of mental attack was practically impossible to defend against.
Just as you tried to gather strength in your fist and throw a punch, a