The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle

"Crew members, first check if anyone is injured, unconscious, and cooperate with the emergency response."

"Everyone, please do not move around to avoid danger."

The presence of national security personnel on site calmed the crowd quite a bit, yet the underlying fear remained, and the noise was incessant.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Why has this happened to us..."

"Where on earth have we crashed?"

They were doing their best to soothe the passengers and work with the crew to check on people in the other compartments.

Su Qi didn't bother with the clamor but instead looked strangely at his own palm; he too had mutated, with an eye in the center of his palm.

He muttered to himself, "The Palm Eye, huh."

The second "instance" he had experienced, that same abnormality had appeared, an eye growing in the center of the palm.

He hadn't expected to see it again now.

"That's right..."

A man's trembling voice came from beside Su Qi. He looked outside:

"This is... the place where all the plane crashes occurred, the horrifying world recorded in that survivor's notebook! We can't go back!"

"Not necessarily," Su Qi paused. "In my view, the possibility of you returning could be as high as 3%."

The man: "....."

"What's the difference between that and not being able to go back at all!"

"3%... that's considered high by my standards. Usually, I believe that 0.1% signifies being prepared to risk it all."

The man: "????"

Are you some kind of wire-walking trapeze artist?

"It's remarkable that you can still crack jokes with such calmness." He looked shakily at his chest. "Now everyone has undergone bizarre mutations and become strange monsters; no one knows what we'll turn into next."

"You should feel fortunate about that."

The man was startled and looked at Su Qi: "Why?"

Su Qi tapped the window filled with cracks: "Because ordinary people simply can't survive in this world."

He was all too familiar with their transformed appearances.

They were less monsters and more accurately described as abnormalities.

Most abnormalities come with twisted, strange changes, symbolising a kind of ability.

After being polluted, either one withstands it and steps into the "sequence"...

Or one becomes a completely mindless Pollution Monster...

"In any case, this is a pollution-type instance..." Su Qi looked out into the mist and silently mused to himself:

"An unknown world, the reappearance of the Palm Eye, ordinary people becoming abnormalities, and... other players..."

The jumbled threads had just begun to unfurl, not yet connected end to end.

One step at a time.

At this very moment.

Everyone aboard had been accounted for, with five injured but all with minor injuries. The common denominator was that all had mutated.

"So, what's the situation now?"

"What should we do?"

"Can we get in touch with rescue services?"

The crowd looked at these officials, hope shining in their eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

A middle-aged man stood up, his voice conveying a hint of gravity as he spoke, extending his hand to take out a piece of communication equipment: "Ladies and gentlemen, I am a national security personnel, and this device in my hand is a satellite phone, which means I can make contact from anywhere in the world."

The crowd's spirits lifted.

And the next moment.

The middle-aged man slowly placed the communication tool on the seat in front of him: "But I'm sorry, it currently has no signal."

His voice was grave as he announced this cruel reality:

"This means that we are all currently in another world."

The bodies of the people trembled slightly, fear and despair appearing in their eyes.

"How could this be?!"

"Another world? How is that possible!"

The middle-aged man looked at the people: "I know this is a difficult and hard-to-accept piece of news, but please stay calm and trust us; there's still hope for us all to return to our original world... The key is to remain united and survive together."

Su Qi observed the middle-aged man.

It seemed the man knew quite a bit about this world, and his identity and tone provided the others with some calm and hope.

"However."

"The situation to come may not follow their will."

Su Qi gazed into the surrounding fog.

There was the sound of running footsteps softly crossing over; his spiritual power was sufficient to penetrate the mist and sense the movement in the distance.

From the speed and sound of the footsteps.

It seemed.

The approaching creature was no benign entity.

"Something is approaching from outside."

Without needing a warning from Su Qi, a young man whose ears had become like trumpets spoke with bewilderment: "I think I hear heavy footsteps! It's moving fast!"

The middle-aged man's expression darkened, looking outside.

A few seconds later!

"What is this..."

A Three-Legged Monster, covered in bloodstained bandages, was rapidly coming towards them, its red eyes filled with a frightening, abnormal glare.

The people shuddered: "What on earth is that monster!"

"It's lunging at us!"

"Watch out!"

Around the airplane, trench after trench had appeared, the fuselage was compromised, and people were huddled together, with many standing on the edge of the breaks.

Seeing this, they all ran back in horror.

After all, the appearance of the Three-Legged Beast was far too unsettling.

Yet some roared out: "What's there to fear, it's just one! Let's take it on."

The middle-aged man and his colleagues did not hesitate, charging forward quickly: "Let's go for it!"

Only by dealing with this creature could they ensure the safety of the people and achieve cooperation.

Otherwise, the journey ahead would be even more difficult.

Su Qi watched all this unfold without lending a hand.

Everyone had become monsters—regarding their physical condition and additional abilities, they were more than a match for a single Three-Legged Monster. They didn't need his help.

Thus.

The Three-Legged Monster was about to be mobbed by justice.