"Everyone please follow the rules of Chaotic City, and prohibit all violations."
"Those who wish to leave this world, please don't hurry, queue up in an orderly manner."
Tentacle Man was now queuing up.
He really wanted to get back to Final Home as quickly as possible.
After all, the entire Pollution world now seemed to be growing ever larger, but only he understood that in such a dangerous world, everything was in jeopardy and could collapse at any moment.
As a Manager, he could only take all the produce from Final Home, collect strange materials from the Pollution world, and come to this chaotic Boundary... exchanging everything that could help alleviate the crisis in Final Home.
"Also..."
Tentacle Man's gaze dimmed slightly; he was also searching for a way to cure his daughter... to give her a normal body that didn't have to suffer pain.
His daughter was truly special.
