At this moment, within the crystal of the Staff of the Dust-Stepper, a shriveled, mummy-like infant opened its eyes. They lacked pupils, showed no signs of evolution, and contained only endless darkness, as deep and terrifying as a black hole. Cracks covered its body, continuously leaking dust that cycled over and over again.
It seemed to exist outside of reincarnation, quietly observing Gary Smith from the pitch-black crevice between infinite time and space.
In the air, a decayed smell like dust began to spread. Even Gary Smith felt a sudden dry heat in his throat as the surroundings started to disintegrate, turning into dust—as if heralding the end of all things.
"Cultivator, what's going on!?" Mousie stared at the potato chips in its hands, which had turned to ash along with the bag, thoroughly dumbfounded.
It had just taken a single bite...
Could this be refunded?
