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After his defeat in Karlando, while Zhou Baiyu and others were entering the Black Tower, Jiang Xianwu was recovering from his injuries.
In the Advanced World, outside the region of Longxia.
Not long ago, the Mutator and Drifting Master, Arita, who stubbornly refused to believe and insisted on opening the door of the Black Tower, found himself in a strange place.
"I never thought, great God, that you would finally answer my prayers."
A gentleman with a monocle, dressed in a well-tailored dark black suit, looked at the food on the table with elegance and surprise in his eyes.
"Great God of Gluttony and Culinary Creation, you even know I am half Eastern and brought me such a delicious meal. Look at this appearance; ever since the barrier was established, it has been too long since I have tasted the delights of the East."
Arita, being a Mutator, soon realized something.
His transformation had failed, and instead, that gate had transported him to a bizarre place.
