A Man Like None Other

"I don't think it's them. Everyone, be careful!" Renault warned, furrowing his brow slightly. Before long, the approaching footsteps grew louder, mingling with grumbles.

"What in the world is this place? It appears so vibrant with lush greenery and a pleasant environment, yet it curiously lacks any signs of life. Throughout the journey, not only did we find nothing, but we even lost two of our members!" someone grumbled.

Hearing that, both Jared and Cloud exchanged a glance. By listening to the voice, they realized that the newcomer was Zordey. Behind Zordey were at least a dozen individuals.

All of these individuals had been meandering without a clear purpose on the small island before coming together temporarily. It was due to Zordey's power and the substantial number of people with him that they naturally gravitated toward him as their focal point.

"Mr. Zupakie, look ahead!" someone suddenly shouted. “An altar! I can't believe we found an altar. There must be something good here!" someone else chimed in excitedly. They attempted to run to the altar, but Zordey stopped them.

single ant can be spotted on this island, but out of the blue, an altar emerges. None of us can say for certain if it's a potential trap. However, allow me to clarify from the outset that any treasures we discover here will be distributed evenly

"Of course, Mr. Zupakie."

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everyone outwardly echoed

had convened only temporarily, and they were strangers to one another. In this

out to be precious treasures, these people would

this assembly, his influence was the most substantial. If indeed there were any treasures to be found, he would undoubtedly be the one calling

and the others approached the altar. Initially, they were exceedingly vigilant, but as they observed the aged

treasure could possibly remain? It seems to have weathered many years

to investigate," a cultivator with a scarred face declared, leaping onto the altar without

a faint glow, with its engraved