The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle-Chapter 52 Despicable Person

Under Su Qi's harsh interrogation,

the Sheep-headed Old Dean, left with only the head of a sheep, finally spoke out in terror about the location of the key... and a series of passwords.

Su Qi mused, "To think it was placed in a secret compartment with a password, getting it through the normal game process seems quite difficult."

Old Director: "...."

Is this why you chose to directly overthrow the orphanage?

At this moment, the Traveling Merchant also came over, his gaze fixed on the Sheep-headed Old Dean.

As soon as he appeared, the Old Dean's fear flared up like a fire, and he began to tremble violently.

"Tell me frankly, what's the deal with this sheep head? It's not the first time I've seen it." Su Qi asked, then paused and added, "You're not charging for this piece of information, right?"

The Traveling Merchant didn't respond to the latter part but calmly said, "You can consider it as a totem of some deity, these totems are scattered across countless worlds. When evil thoughts are born and guided by it... a horror descends upon this world."

His eyes behind those golden glasses were utterly calm, "This guy was originally human, afflicted with a fatal disease. It seems he performed some ritual to survive, turning into this form, and everyone else around... due to the Pollution Source from the ritual, has turned into monsters."

"Pollution Source again."

Su Qi's eyebrows raised. He looked at the group of orphans lying unconscious on the ground around him; they had turned abnormal due to pollution and were abandoned by their families before this Old Dean brought them to this prison-like orphanage.

"In many worlds, this happens often, some are even more tragic where everyone lives in a completely collapsed, apocalyptic hell," the Traveling Merchant's gaze shifted as he stared at the Old Dean, "But... I'm more curious about something. Who taught you that ritual?"

Upon hearing the Traveling Merchant's question, the Old Dean, overwhelmed with fear and not daring to disobey, hurriedly spoke in a trembling and hoarse voice, "It was a group... of strange outsiders. They wore different clothes; they said... if I spread the True God's power to this world, I could be liberated and embraced by the True God."

That sales pitch sounds familiar.

Su Qi's eyes flickered, and he drew a pattern on the ground with a spike, "Do they have tattoos like this on them?"

Although the Old Dean had only half a neck left, he still managed desperately to nod... his murky eyes not yet completely lifeless, making his last excuse, "I just wanted to survive... even at the end, I only planned to venture alone to that world after successfully transforming myself."

Su Qi nodded calmly and swung his axe, "That's well said, but... enough talking."

However, the Traveling Merchant stopped him, speaking softly, "I have a question for you. Since you claim to be a follower of the True God and are a Pollution Source yourself and have used this ritual, it looks like you have had dealings with those things in the Abyss."

"Do you know the word 'Despicable Person' recently?"

The Old Dean was slightly startled, "...No..."

"Bang!"

The Traveling Merchant flicked his fingertip slightly, and the entire sheep head suddenly exploded.

"What's going on?"

Su Qi was surprised as he tried to dodge the exploding flesh, but he worried needlessly. The opponent left not even a trace of flesh or ashes, but turned to dust.

"Almost all the polluted worlds have been spreading this about. This guy claims to be a follower of the True God, yet he's completely clueless," the Traveling Merchant stated calmly, "He has no value left; there's no need to waste more time."

Su Qi: "...."

This Old Dean's life was too tragically misspent... after ten years, he hadn't even achieved the basics.

Well not quite, he nearly did before I messed it up.

Su Qi asked, "Now the question arises, what does 'Despicable Person' mean?"

The Traveling Merchant glanced at him:

"You are too weak; such beings are too far removed from you, and curiosity comes at a price."

"All are almost dealt with."

At this moment, a surge of power flowed towards the Traveling Merchant's staff, and he gently tapped it in the air, opening a pathway as ripples burst forth like waves.

He stepped forward through it.

The Traveling Merchant's voice drifted lightly, "Anyway, keep growing, little one, maybe the next time we meet, that thing of yours might have appreciated in value."

Su Qi silently watched the Traveling Merchant disappear amid the chaotic ruins.

He shook his head, "Why bother playing the riddle man?"

"Despicable Person, huh?"

The name was obviously a codename; the one it referred to must be someone not very aboveboard, and given it was spreading across the polluted worlds, there must be a super big shot involved.

He muttered to himself, "We will find out eventually."

Su Qi didn't just stand there; he had just learned about a hidden compartment in the ruins and sure enough, there was a mechanical numeric keypad on it.

He turned it to open it and then retrieved a key.

"How much effort it took to get this key!" Su Qi said as he left the ruins.

The dazed people around him were covering their heads and gradually regaining consciousness.

They looked around blankly.

Broken walls and devastation everywhere, the terrifying black vortex they had seen earlier had vanished, and the Old Director was no longer there.

What had happened?

Was it a success or a failure!

As for Su Qi, he emerged from the ruins and looked at the confused crowd:

"Awake?"

"It seems you still have some potential."

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Ordinary people... if struck by that spiritual pollution, would not wake up for a day or two.

And yet, these folks had only slept for a short while before waking up.

The Pollution Source had left them looking like this, but it had also given them some unusual physical attributes.

"Brother Su!" Pomelo Cat looked at Su Qi and murmured, "Did we succeed? Did we win?"

Su Qi threw the key he held toward them:

"The main gate key, once opened... you can leave the orphanage."

Everyone shouted in unison, some hugged each other with tears streaming down their faces, others knelt on the ground and cried out.

"We can finally go home!"

Pomelo Cat quickly picked up the key, eager to run to the front of the gate.

"But..."

Su Qi's voice reached their ears, "You must understand one thing: although the source of the terror has been eliminated, its effects are not erased. You weren't sent here on vacation; you were cruelly abandoned, thrown away like monsters. And according to the operation of the Pollution Source Old Director over ten years, this number might not be small."

"Are you really ready to go back?"

The crowd stood still, dazed. Having been in this enclosed place for so long, they sometimes forgot some things, but when Su Qi mentioned it... their expressions revealed utterly soulless emotions.

Yes... they were still just abandoned orphans.

Su Qi glanced at them; the others were wavering, but the Snake Head Man and his two companions bowed their heads, their eyes thoughtful as they seriously considered the matter.

At this moment.

The orphanage's main gate had been opened by Pomelo Cat.

The despair of the Old Days had been buried, and a new hope accompanied by hardships was waiting for them ahead.

Su Qi watched as the main mission completion prompt and the instance countdown appeared, throwing the non-transferable "Return Spring" to Snake Head Man and his group.

"This might be of some use; take it."

Snake Head Man received it and seemed to realize something, looking at Su Qi with some astonishment, "Sect Hierarch, are you leaving?"

Su Qi nodded.

"The next steps are for you to consider on your own."

He activated the instance transfer.

Immediately after, his body gradually dissipated like particles of light.

The crowd stared blankly at the scene, as if witnessing a miracle, and all knelt down.

And Snake Head Man, Croc Brother, Spider Boy, especially, cried out hoarsely:

"Sect Hierarch!"

Their voices echoed in the orphanage for a long time.