653 Tribulation in Another World

Deep underground beneath a certain border city in the southeastern corner of the Empire.

A Spatial Rift that had been forcibly torn open trembled at its edges from time to time. Under the force of the world itself, it seemed as if it might close at any moment, yet it was being forcibly maintained in this state by the complex Magic Array beneath the rift.

White mist poured constantly from within the rift, but it did not disperse directly into the surroundings. Instead, it was bound within the Magic Array, following its tracks from top to bottom as it spun into a slowly descending cyclone.

The top of the cyclone was a blur of white, obscuring sight, but as the mist sank, that pure white began to split into halos of magical light in all colors. They lingered at the bottom of the cyclone before finally breaking free of their restraints and merging into the surrounding environment.

Because of this Magic Array, the concentration of magic power here far exceeded even that of the Dungeon.

Beside the Magic Array, a Dual-Color Slime lay there comfortably. It was half as tall as a person, staying in place without moving, quietly absorbing the magic power in the air that was so dense it was almost viscous, letting its body slowly swell.

It swelled, and swelled again, until it reached a certain critical point. With a soft pop, a small single-color slime split off from its body and rolled onto the rock.

The cycle repeated endlessly.

The Demon King was sitting not far away.

Several translucent pseudopods extended from his wrist and lightly touched each newborn slime.

With every touch, a faint mental connection was established.

This kind of mental connection had almost no coercive force. At most, it could only transmit intent