A few minutes before the explosion tore through the sky, Adam was already rushing toward the center of the incursion.
He'd gathered enough soul pearls.
More than enough, in fact. The amount he carried was already close to the limit of what his body could safely handle.
Any more would be pointless, wasteful even. Besides, by this point, he'd practically ransacked most of the Sirens' pools.
There wasn't much left to gather.
Which meant it was time to shift focus to the Water Lily.
Adam didn't want it because he planned to use it.
He wanted it because he knew he would make an absurd amount of money selling it.
Despite how it might look, Adam had always had a strong appreciation for money.
Who didn't? He'd grown up in conditions that naturally fostered that mindset, and now that he was walking the martial path, a path infamous for draining resources at an alarming rate, money mattered more than ever.
This wasn't about sudden luxury.
