The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle

All the top clubs had started to make their moves.

Every gaze held more or less a sense of confrontation.

"What are you scheming?"

"Why ask when you already know."

"The fluctuations of ritual, traces of other worlds, along with various currents bringing a multitude of abnormalities… all this indicates that the Abnormal Organization can contact higher-level worlds, and it's not straightforward."

Aside from gaining advantages in this instance… everyone wanted to establish contact with it.

In fact, previously, very few ordinary players who experienced various instances attempted to establish a deep connection with the forces within the instances.

After all, the instances were short-lived, and many ordinary players believed they wouldn't have a second chance to enter the instances, so they generally did not pay much attention to this matter.

But with the introduction of the Reputation System and the release of the Paradise Data Sheet preview, followed by a non-independent instance, numerous ordinary players were exposed to various forces.

Everyone then realized… that the great world was so vast!

The major top clubs were backed by the Paradise Force, so their understanding was naturally more detailed.

To stand out in Paradise…

one needed not only strength but also reputation and… social graces!

Making contact with various major forces and establishing connections was beneficial to themselves and their higher organizations!

Moreover.

The most important thing was…

Everyone had stopped in front of the central building right now.

The central building looked somewhat mismatched, like it was assembled from various architectures. One could vaguely see what seemed to be a massive apartment in the middle.

The gilded black casing that extended into the towering sky gave an odd feeling.

And there was something special here.

Because a large black gate bore a sign:

[Last House Notice]

[1, This is the only redemption of Final Home]

[2, Note that non-Sequencers may not enter]

[3, Please strictly follow the instructions]

[4, Those who reach the end, please await the Manager's review before joining the Guardian team]

[Manager's Memo: Death, extremities, pollutants, yet capable of inspiring everyone's potential. Please keep the anger and the hope of living, and protect our last home]

This was the notice given by the central building...

If one wanted to reach the high ranks of the Abnormal Organization, one must follow the procedure.

But it was precisely because of such notices that people saw the opportunity to contact the higher-ups; now, it was just a matter of whether it was possible or not.

"So many people want to enter?"

The abnormal guarding the gate looked at the numerous players with a flickering gaze, but it did not ask further; the rules were set by the Manager, and its duty was just to instruct.

It spoke softly:

"The Last House represents a trial to test everyone's abilities and... their heart to protect the Final Home."

"Once you can pass, it signifies that you are very likely to become a Guardian and possibly even meet with the Manager."

The so-called Guardians are the core members of the Final Home, not only responsible for leading the battle organization but also holding higher statuses and resources.

Su Qi murmured to himself:

"In a home filled with abnormalities, yet a clear hierarchy of rewards and punishments is established, this is not an oppression but a method to spur everyone's desire to grow stronger from life to death."

"Whether from the management perspective or the control of the current situation, it has been excellently handled, very good indeed."

"Kissing up to the Manager like this isn't the way to do it," Ethan Dawn criticized. "You sound like an inspecting leader."

"...."

Penelope Bloom looked forward: "They have already gone in, let's follow."

Su Qi's gaze also moved away from the apartment that was faintly visible within the patchwork structure and stepped forward.

As the door closed with a loud rumble.

They had entered this central building—Last Home.

"So dark... there are no lights, and it's so cold!"

Upon entering here, everyone clearly felt an abrupt drop in temperature, sending chills over their bodies!

"This is…"

"The scent of pollutants…"

"It seems extremely dense and dangerous, with various terrifying scents faintly enroaching from all directions!"

The players' gazes hardened; they hadn't expected to find such intense pollution at the center of the supposedly pollution-isolated Final Home.

"What on earth is going on?"

The place in front of their eyes was a wide and spacious hall! It looked quite unremarkable!

The hanging crystal chandelier was burning with candlelight to provide brightness for everyone, the bright red carpet was immaculate, and a large staircase connected to the second floor, where another door seemed to be waiting for them.

But at this moment, no one moved, various wary and apprehensive expressions appeared.

Because they felt something uncanny and dangerous.

No one dared to make a rash move.

One, to gather information, leaving time to probe.

Two, the place was eerie, and danger seemed to lurk everywhere, no one wanted to be the first to take the risk.

For a time.

The area had fallen silent.

Someone looked at others with an amused gaze, speaking in a profound tone:

"Everyone, stop staring, instead of staring each other down."

"Let's rely on our own skills."

This person was wearing a half-mask, with red and blue stripes intermingling on the mask, looking quite peculiar, and no one knew what lay behind it.

But as he began to speak…