She had little energy left and soon entered a meditative state to rest.
“Do we in the Church have a Goddess’s Sword?” Samimi asked.
“There is no Goddess’s Sword, but we have [God’s Left Hand] and [God’s Right Eye],” Qiqi replied seriously.
Qiqi was also exasperated by this person. She was far too lax, showing none of the bearing expected of an Archbishop, not even a hint of that awareness. Normally, Samimi would definitely have bickered with her for a while, but right now, she had no mind for it.
Qiqi’s original goal had been to capture Samimi and bring her back, but seeing her again now only confirmed it—this person hadn’t improved one bit, still the same slacker as before.
Even though she had long known the answer, she had still traveled thousands of miles to come here… She was starting to doubt if she was just too nice.
Not long after, the Radiant Knight was also carried back to the guild, and Aoi returned to the wrecked weapon workshop.
She couldn’t sleep and continued adjusting the mech. The moment she stopped, those terrifying images would flood her mind. She could only work desperately until she collapsed from exhaustion.
After all, Aoi wasn’t a warrior; she was just an unknown weapon blacksmith. But from now on, the name “Radiant Knight” and hers were sure to resound throughout the South—though, that’s a story for later.
Divine Blade Huck and Miss Meihua, however, got no rest at all. They immediately rushed to the Adventurers’ Guild to report the situation and were also responsible for the reconstruction work of Mega-Camp No. 20. Tasks piled up like a mountain.
Late at night, while everyone was sound asleep, Samimi quietly slipped out of the weapon workshop with Niubao.
However, this move was immediately noticed by Bemore.
Bemore was intimately familiar with the range of Samimi’s “Clear Vision Technique,” even able to track her precisely by staying just outside its detection limit. She immediately called The Hero of the Gale and quietly followed.
In a way, she understood this magic ritual better than Samimi herself—after all, she spent every day researching how to counter it.
But in judging character, she wasn’t as sharp as Close. She didn’t think Samimi was that despicable; instead, she felt the other party must have some hidden reason.
At the same time, Qiqi also noticed Samimi was missing and followed without hesitation.
And so—a large group of people quietly gathered outside the camp, watching to see what Samimi was up to.
It turned out Samimi had brought Niubao to the side of the Insect King’s Corpse to start “looting,” seeing if she could get some equipment to drop.
The Insect King’s half-corpse had already become a hollow shell, its insides completely corroded by venom. The other half, its tail section, had been blasted to pieces by Blast Magic.
The adventurers had checked the corpse and found no recoverable resources, so it was temporarily discarded in the wilderness.
But—
“Hehe, I’m a transmigrator.”
Samimi knew that a BOSS of this level definitely had hidden drops; ordinary people just couldn’t find them.
As one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Abyss, the Insect King’s drops were bound to be top-tier. And since it was “fated” to die by Qiqi’s hand, the drops naturally leaned towards a magic user—meaning they were suitable for Samimi.
“Sorry, Qiqi, your spoils are mine now.”
Samimi began scanning with her magic power and soon condensed two items from the air:
A disturbing Insect Skin Book and a small Centipede Staff.
The Insect Skin Book—a Legendary-grade skill book.
The Centipede Staff—an orange-tier magic staff.
The rewards were absurdly generous.
She quickly stashed the goods, ready to make a run for it, completely unaware that her every move had been watched.
As soon as she returned to the workshop, Bemore, The Hero of the Gale, and Qiqi were already blocking the entrance.
“Where did you go?” Bemore demanded.
“To the restroom.”
“You brought Niubao to the restroom?”
“Can’t we go together?”
“Stop pretending, we saw everything,” Qiqi snorted. “Going to loot equipment without calling us? Trying to keep it all for yourself?”
This time, even Samimi was left speechless.
She had wanted to bluff her way through, but facing Qiqi, she couldn’t do that.
After a moment’s hesitation, she handed over the Insect Skin Book.
“You killed the Insect King. This belongs to you.”
Qiqi took it without any courtesy.
“Consider this payment for the Church’s support.”
Bemore and The Hero of the Gale tacitly agreed.
Seeing that Samimi hadn’t tried to keep everything for herself, Bemore left satisfied.
However—she had been completely fooled.
Qiqi was actually Samimi’s die-hard best friend and would definitely return the item when no one was around.
But what she didn’t know was—
Samimi had already hidden the other real treasure (the Centipede Staff) inside Mino’s Ring.
“The Way is one foot high, the Demon is ten feet higher.”
You even have to guard against your best friend.
A few days later, the camp was seventy percent restored, but the atmosphere remained heavy.
Countless unnamed tombstones crowded the cemetery, and even more people hadn’t even left behind a name.
Even as a transmigrator, Samimi couldn’t save everyone.
On the seventh day, the messenger from the First Guild finally returned, bringing news—
They had found the “Abyss.”
Samimi’s spirits instantly lifted, and she led the team to depart.
Soon, they rendezvoused with the First Guild.
There, they had actually begun establishing a Permanent Camp.
“You’re building a base in a place like this? Looking for death?” Samimi directly challenged.
“It’s necessary,” Blue Ghost sneered.
“Where is the Abyss?”
“Follow me.”
The group arrived at the center of the camp—
There was a circle of high walls there, like some kind of restricted zone.
Upon entering, everyone froze.
In the center of the ground was a massive pit, fifty meters in diameter.
Bottomless.
Throwing a stone down—there was no echo at all.
“So… the Abyss really is just an abyss…”
Everyone stared into that endless darkness, collectively falling silent.