The eyeball stared fixedly at him and said in a low voice:
"Who exactly are you?!"
Lynn rested his chin against the muzzle, tapping it lightly as he said with a smile, "Don't you all already know? Of course I'm a direct descendant of the Mother Tree of Desire. If you can contact her, I guarantee that the moment she hears my name, she'll be unable to contain herself and rush over to find me, so her adorable child can serve her properly. Hehehe."
Serve her? What kind of service?
The Flesh Humanoids' expressions all shifted slightly.
Even if they were complete idiots, they could hear the utter disrespect in his tone toward the Flesh God Cult's second Origin. This was absolutely not the attitude a child should have toward his Mother Goddess.
The eyeball stared fixedly at him and said:
"What exactly are you after? If you're targeting us, then judging by the strength you just displayed, I doubt you needed to meet us face-to-face, did you?"
Lynn beamed, the corners of his mouth lifting.
"Of course I did. If you could take me to your base while we chatted and laughed, and we could conduct our business nice and peacefully, then obviously I'd wait until we arrived before wiping you all out. Who starts a fight halfway there? Besides..."
Lynn reached into the container, grabbed a Parasite Beast, shook it, and stuffed it inside his clothes.
He adjusted his Monocle, an eerie gleam reflecting off its lens.
"I still need these bugs of yours to complete my task. If they get damaged in the fight, that's a loss no matter how you look at it. And considering how much this Aberrant can hold, this shouldn't be the only place you store these bugs, right?"
"That should be the