On the surface,
Daniel appeared to be casually strolling around, taking in the sights of the castle.
But inwardly, his attention remained razor sharp—constantly alert.
Although Glaton's outward appearance was grotesque and repulsive, Daniel had to admit… he was surprisingly clever.
Not only was he sharp, but he had even taken the initiative to gather intel on other worlds.
With the sheer number of beings dying every second across the multiverse, it made sense.
In a way, Glaton probably knew just as much—if not more—about the Myriad Races Continent than Daniel himself.
After clearing his mind, Daniel turned to Glaton with a faint smile and asked,
"Glaton, why do you think I came to find you?"
Glaton, as if having anticipated the question, grinned even more broadly.
"Hahaha, Daniel, if you don't mind me saying so, I think we could become good friends."
"I know you're facing the pressure of the next Millennial Apocalypse, and it's not an easy burden to bear."
