It was becoming increasingly clear: Sarko had a genuine curiosity about other civilizations. However, that didn't change a simple truth—no matter how cordial he seemed on the surface, he was still an abyssal creature.
Abyss creatures, by their very nature, were never truly benevolent.
Daniel had no intention of believing Sarko's words at face value. Only a fool would trust someone from the abyss, regardless of how warmly they smiled or how generous their offers appeared.
Still, this Abyss Kingdom did possess its own intriguing charm.
Influenced by Sarko's philosophy, this entire realm revolved around one singular concept—everything was decided by chips. Every decision, every opportunity, and every transaction was a gamble. Win a bet, and the world was yours. Lose, and you might just lose everything.
That intoxicating promise of overnight fortune had lured countless beings into ruin and obsession.
