Southern part of the empire.

Godinlima, once a vibrant city of adventurers, has now become a symbol of desolation and ruin.

The once magnificent giant rocks were destroyed one after another by the fierce impact of the enormous monster, and sank into this ancient land.

The remains of these buildings, now reduced to rubble and broken bricks, are scattered everywhere, revealing the desolation of their former glory.

More buildings were buried by the falling boulders.

Only scattered fragments remain, occasionally revealing a trace of evidence that it once existed.

This desolate land naturally became the final resting place for monsters.

The creatures that could linger in Godinlima were all exceptionally ferocious and terrifying.

They dragged their massive or swaying bodies among the magnificent rock formations.

Even a slight breeze is enough to overturn the dilapidated wooden planks and brick structures.

At the heart of this desolate land lies a vast and terrifying rift filled with dark magic.

All the monsters surrounding the ruined city remained unaware of the strangeness contained within the rift.

Black thorns, like tentacles of the void, flowed slowly along the edges of the fissures, traversing the earth and sliding over the surrounding rocks.

When these black tentacles touched the earth, they seemed to come alive and stretched out wildly, turning the surrounding land into a deep darkness.

at the same time,

"Thump—thump—"

Deep, resonant echoes weaved through the rocks and ruins, emanating a profound drumbeat like the throbbing of a heart.

As the sound grew more intense, the ethereal, dark rift slowly widened.

Like flesh and blood, it was torn open with an even larger gash, awaiting the release of what had been dormant for so long.

The dark void began to churn, like restless stomach acid boiling.

Suddenly, pairs of eerie and deep eyes appeared in the crack.

They hissed amidst the throbbing sounds, growing increasingly ferocious.

The next moment, countless dark monsters attempted to break through the abyss.

They bared their sharp teeth, hissing and struggling.

But just as these creatures peeked out, a gigantic monster suddenly appeared.

It cast a deep shadow, causing all the monsters that were trying to escape to freeze in place, staring blankly upwards, searching for the thing that blocked the sunlight.

However, before they could react, the sharp claws, like giant rocks falling from the sky, had already fallen from above.

The monsters, which had only poked half their bodies out, didn't even have time to struggle. Their eyes widened in terror as they faced their fate of becoming mincemeat.

result....

The fate of the meat sauce was avoided, but the giant claw reached into the crevice and pulled out a large number of small magical beasts.

The monsters watched helplessly as they drifted further and further away from the ground.

They were huddled together in the giant beast's claws, making even breathing extremely difficult.

As they struggled, they sensed danger drawing ever closer.

As magical beasts, they naturally have a strong sense of danger.

After all, a creature that can break through the monster rift is clearly not a simple small monster.

However, no one expected that their first encounter with sunlight would be met with the gaping maw of a giant beast.

The next second, countless monsters met a painful end in the air.

Their bodies were enveloped by a scorching power, followed by an oppressive sense of pressure.

The sounds of "crackling" rang out one after another, as flesh and blood flew and bones broke.

Those small magical beasts that had just been captured instantly became snacks in the giant beast's mouth.

At this moment, countless magical beasts deep within the rift felt an unprecedented panic.

Their limbs trembled, and their eyes were filled with fear.

Their absolute power stunned them into place, and even their initial idea of ​​creating a rift crumbled and shattered.

But with the roar of one of the magical beasts, more and more magical beasts desperately rushed out of the rift, trying to carve out a path to survival from this land of death.

However, faced with sheer size and power, they are nothing more than fish on a chopping board.

It was destined to become a feast for the giants.

Because on this ruined land, there are many beings just as terrifying as those from before.

Those monsters that rushed out basically all became a buffet for the giant beasts.

Only a small number of agile monsters, or those waiting for the giant beasts to finish eating, fled from the southernmost part of the land and headed frantically northward.

"No wonder these monsters keep heading north."

A cold voice slowly rose from the air.

At this moment, a man who had lost his trench coat was suspended in the air, looking down at the monster below.

A small, white fox with pink tinges was wrapped around his neck.

The fluffy tail rested on his shoulder, looking soft and warm.

Upon hearing this, the little fox opened its bright yellow eyes and looked toward the exit of the rift.

They watched as countless small magical beasts were swallowed whole and turned into snacks.

The moment these monsters emerged from the crack, their ultimate fate was already sealed.

From the moment they appear, weak magical beasts become food for powerful magical beasts, serving as materials to enhance their strength.

Those who managed to escape were of superior quality, even among these small magical beasts.

Finally, they will leave this place devoured by giant monsters and fall into a new wave of monsters.

Because the southern lands have long been barren, with no living creatures other than magical beasts.

For them, it means there is no food.

The monsters that venture north can only engage in mutual slaughter and emerge victorious from the struggle.

They will devour the corpses of other magical beasts to gain a chance to survive.

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