Pitiful Life of Spirits

As Max stepped through the door, a strange sensation washed over him.

It was as if he had just passed through a portal—

A brief moment of disorientation, like being pulled through space itself.

And then—

He found himself standing before the familiar sight of the blob of slime.

Max blinked.

Then his eyes narrowed as he recognized his surroundings.

"Huh? Am I back on the fourth floor?"

His voice carried a hint of confusion.

The blob of slime bobbed up and down in excitement.

Its watery form quivered as it spoke, its tone filled with unmistakable greed and anticipation.

"So? How did it go? Did you get my master's inheritance?"

Max's eyes narrowed slightly, scanning the blob.

'From the looks of it, he doesn't seem to know anything about his master's plan…'

Max had spent enough time in the temple to understand one thing.

The temple master's true intentions had been hidden—