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

"Of course, Mr. Zupakie."

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

one another. In this ruthless world, equal sharing

be precious treasures, these people would undoubtedly engage in a frenzied scramble. Who would be foolish

After all, among this assembly, his influence was the most substantial. If indeed there

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

have been constructed by a certain tribe. What sort of treasure could possibly remain? It seems to have

a cultivator with a

At that instant, the sealing stone emitted a faint glow, with its engraved runes: continuously shifting. Upon witnessing this spectacle, the cultivator's