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.

not a 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 among us. Let's preserve a harmonious atmosphere," Zordey proclaimed with a resounding

"Of course, Mr. Zupakie."

we're a

together." While everyone outwardly echoed his sentiments, their true thoughts

these individuals had convened only temporarily, and they were strangers to one

turned out to be precious treasures, these people would undoubtedly

this, which explained his effort to maintain group cohesion. After all, among this assembly, his influence was the

vigilant, but as they observed the aged and diminutive altar, which seemed on the verge of collapse at any moment, they

appears to have been constructed by a certain tribe. What sort of treasure could possibly remain? It seems to have weathered many years and is likely depleted," someone commented, their expression filled with

to investigate," a cultivator with a scarred face declared, leaping onto the

sealing stone emitted a faint glow, with its engraved runes: continuously shifting. Upon witnessing