The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle

At this moment, many abnormalities were excitedly transporting a large number of monsters back to the Final Home.

Tentacle Man, looking at the huge, plentiful Pollution Monster corpses, fell into a deep silence.

Along the way,

Tentacle Man had also learned about a series of events that had occurred over these days.

"A group of people suddenly appeared... under the leadership of a young man, they desperately completed tasks, exterminating all Pollution Monsters, and made outstanding contributions to the Final Home..."

An abnormality smiled, "Manager, they are all very good people."

"....."

Tentacle Man remained silent, he understood... the real focus was this young man.

Who was he?

Why was he doing this?

To figure this out, Tentacle Man looked toward the distant, familiar Final Home, finally having arrived.

Although the journey was rough, at least everything here seemed safe.

"It's the Manager!"

"You're back!"

"Welcome home, Manager!"

The eyes of many abnormalities lit up, each face showing expressions of respect and joy.

Tentacle Man also nodded lightly:

"This time... I've brought back quite a few things that can help our Final Home survive, I will arrange and explain them shortly."

"But... what's most important now is..."

When Tentacle Man reached the outside of the Last House, he silently looked at the closed door, then reached out to push the door and entered.

He needed to deal with his daughter's situation first.

Just now, he had quietly collected some highly active flesh from among the many aberration corpses, and now, a month on, his daughter's body should be changed...

"Daughter..."

"I'm back..."

But the dark hallway didn't produce any light, and there was no response from his daughter as in days past.

Tentacle Man's heart suddenly tightened.

"Ah Ling? Are you there?"

"Ah Ling!"

His voice grew louder and more frantic. Outside, he was a revered, calm Manager, but when it came to his daughter, he would become utterly disordered.

"Ah Ling is already dead..."

A floating voice gently rang out.

Tentacle Man stiffened, suddenly looking into the darkness, but he could see nothing. His voice trembled, "Who are you, what are you saying!"

"I said, Ah Ling is already dead."

The calm voice enraged Tentacle Man, who suddenly roared, "Bullshit!"

His tentacles burst out with terrifying strength, surpassing that of the Seventh Rank monsters he had encountered before, and directly slammed towards the source of the voice!

But only the sound of a wall shattering was heard, and he didn't hit anyone.

That voice then slowly appeared from another direction:

"The body built from monster flesh has turned her into a monster that dares not leave the darkness, suffering both physically and mentally every second."

"If this is not death, what is it?"

Tentacle Man's body trembled, yet his eyes reddened, "I see, you're... the outsider they talked about, the leader of that group. But whatever you have done, I just want to tell you, Ah Ling is none of your business! It has nothing to do with you, give her back to me!"

"Is that so?"

That voice sighed softly:

"I'm sorry, it actually does matter."

Footsteps slowly echoed.

Tentacle Man's body suddenly shook; he stared in disbelief at the person in front of him.

"I remember you promised to let go, promised to let her rest... you promised to let go."

A shadow appeared in the dim light, moving closer while softly speaking:

"But now it has turned into this situation, your so-called redemption, fatherly love, is nothing but selfish, dark pity."

Tentacle Man's body shook.

...No one in this world could accuse him, curse his selfishness, and he could ignore them all.

But the person in front of him, he could not refute.

Because.

Whether it's the Abnormal Organization... or the revival of his own daughter, all hope stemmed from the person before him.

"Su Buxian..."

Tentacle Man trembled as he uttered the three words, his face pale, a mix of joy from meeting an old friend yet also filled with guilt and various complex emotions. "Why is it you..."

Su Qi silently watched him.

The Tentacle Man before him, compared to two years ago, had lost the literacy temperament and gained a heaviness, mixed with a sense of burden.

"So... you've been behind everything..." Tentacle Man said in a complex tone.

Whether it was various mission orders in the Final Home or the transportation of Polluted Monster corpses, nothing would have been so easily achieved without his daughter's orders.

If it was the person before him, then he understood.

The intent to battle turned into a weak, humble posture.

Tentacle Man had slowly knelt on the ground, his head drooping.

"What, you... want to wipe the floor?" Su Qi said softly.

"I know..."

Tentacle Man's voice trembled slightly, "...it's all my fault now, I'm obstinate, selfish, unable to let go."

"Whatever I need to pay, even if it's my life, I will give it to you!"

"But now I want to see my daughter, see Ah Ling..."

"Please..."

Su Qi looked at him.

This guy indeed hadn't changed, just as before, it was because of his daughter that the two had fully cooperated.

Now it seemed the same scenario had occurred.

"It's somewhat familiar to see you kneeling."

"But sorry, I now... can't let your daughter meet with you."