From Trilobite to Titan

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Chapter 100: The Blood Octopus Supervisor and Dropped Equipment

Ralekin was not happy.

Recently, his confident and solemn words kept getting interrupted, often in an embarrassing way.

This time was no different.

The sudden departure of the "Will of Valaharl" and the cries for help from the "modified demon god" left in the world of Valaharl filled him with a terrible premonition.

That creature seemed to be under attack and falling to something dreadful!

"How could it fall at this time?!"

"Right when we’re about to wage full-scale war against the Star-Eater Plutonium Dragons, and I can’t break free?!"

"By the principle of maximum gain…"

Though the "Will of Valaharl" gained freedom—securing the greatest profit—the Star-Eater Plutonium Dragons were likely the second beneficiaries.

"It must be a Star-Eater Plutonium Dragon conspiracy!"

"Who knew these fools could be so cunning!"

"Then…"

With subspace roots severed, the Star-Eater Plutonium Dragons couldn’t enter the Bubble World, leaving only one possibility!

"They must’ve hired an Outer God who slipped into the soon-to-surrender world of Valaharl through some backdoor!"

"This was planned all along!"

Whether Void or sludge Outer Gods, they all had tricks to enter and exit Bubble Worlds, rarely needing subspace roots.

So many chaos deities hired Outer Gods to stir trouble in Bubble Worlds.

Having pinpointed the cause, Ralekin—as the Fourteenth Seat of the Chaos Council—calmly sought countermeasures.

"Most Outer Gods are either mad or utterly untrustworthy. Sometimes the Order God bribes them; other times they betray us outright or launch random ‘shit-stirring’ attacks."

"But Valaharl’s no concern—only dying mortals remain, with no real Order-side forces. Even if Outer Gods run amok, we Chaos take the brunt."

"Clever scheme!"

"Since when did they get so smart?!"

"Our Chaos Council mustn’t lag in hiring mercenaries!"

Ralekin scoured his mind for reliable, powerful Outer God "mercenaries"!

"I could hire Outer Gods, but to prevent future betrayal, I’ll need trustworthy supervisors."

"Hmm…"

Ralekin pondered the most dependable mercenary.

"So far… the only reliable Outer God mercenary is…"

After much thought, Ralekin fixed on one name.

"The blood octopus Outer God!"

"They’re the ones!"

The blood octopus Outer God had already earned a reputation in the realm of chaos.

They had "killed" two powerful, frenzied Outer Gods—decapitating one and ripping out another’s spine!

When the Time of the End came for the Themis Bubble World, nearly all demon gods following Demon God Wabla perished, yet the blood octopus Outer God survived. That alone proved their might!

"Outer Gods should fight Outer Gods."

"But the blood octopus Outer God isn’t enough. Ultimately, we must act ourselves."

"Now that the main roots of the Fantasy Tree are severed, I can only deploy ‘chaotic battleships’… no, even lesser demon gods."

"Our only option now is…"

One path remained to open a passage within Valaharl:

Flood that world with more demon legions until it overflowed with fiends!

As the chaotic, brutal wills of demons clashed and spread, high-ranking demon gods could lend power to both the demons and the temporarily trapped chaos deities. This would strengthen them to fight the enemy!

In a Bubble World, higher "demon will" concentration excited the Fantasy Tree’s roots. They’d grow thicker, longer, and burrow deeper—letting mightier chaos deities enter.

That’s why chaos always started by sneaking weak shapeshifting demons into the Bubble World’s intelligent species. They spread chaotic beliefs, corrupting more humans, before escalating step by step.

"This plan could work."

"It might even repair the Fantasy Tree root systems damaged by the Star-Eater Plutonium Dragons."

"Yet…"

To borrow power from subspace and make the Fantasy Tree’s roots regrow thicker and deeper, the Bubble World needed extremely high demon density.

Current Valaharl had many demons, but not enough.

After all, Valaharl was seen as a cooked goose. Few demon gods expected trouble here. The Black Expedition’s forces were stretched thin across embattled Bubble Worlds.

The garrison troops weren’t particularly strong either.

That’s how the Valaharl people kept building secret bases underground before their will fully broke.

"Immediately mobilize resources! Send demon legions to Valaharl through the remaining Fantasy Tree roots!"

"Wipe out the Valaharl people’s pathetic resistance forces!"

"I am the Fourteenth Seat! I command these resources!"

"As for that intruder, let the Outer Gods we hired deal with him—under the blood octopus Outer God’s watch!"

—-

Trilobite was thrilled.

After crunching through many "little crabs" and savoring delicious eel, he’d found his new home!

This home was a vast cave.

If the Lake Themis cave was a cramped twenty-square-meter den, this one was a proper three-bedroom abode!

Parts even rose above the water!

Perfect for crawling practice!

His Chaos Energy surged remarkably during this feast, soaring to an astounding 20,000 units!

Trilobite felt he could buy many good pieces of equipment again!

The most important thing was…

The System Lady was finally online!

This system proved far more reliable than Miss Themis—no arrogance, polite speech, and no meddling in unfamiliar matters.

Aside from speaking little, she was perfect.

Guided by her prompts, Trilobite discovered for the first time that defeating monsters could yield equipment!

Right then, heeding the system’s advice, Trilobite gobbled up the strange dark "organ" lying on the ground. It emitted a pungent odor, likely the only inedible part of the Eel.

Yet after the System Lady’s reminder, Trilobite peered closer with his not-so-sharp eyes and noticed the thing shimmered with an odd golden light.

"What is this… intriguing."

【This, ahem…】

Trilobite found this "area’s" customer service lady excellent and dependable, save for one issue…

【Ahem… don’t know, but… good thing.】

【Ahem… mmph… ahem…】

"Alright, alright…"

"Miss customer service, please stop talking and rest."

If the previous System Lady resembled some golden-haired loser and tsundere archetype, this one embodied the frail, sickly type.

She needed breath-catching pauses after mere sentences, even breaking into violent coughs—as if gravely ill.

Her voice remained feather-light, seemingly lacking strength for volume.

Somehow, Trilobite always sensed her tone carried suppressed "pain."