"Wait—" Max frowned. "Isn't it said that those who don't leave in three months… never come back? How did your master stay inside for more than forty years?"
Blob chuckled.
A deep, knowing amusement.
"Because my master was a Mythic Rank expert. Just one step away from the Divine Rank."
His tone carried something else, too.
Something close to disdain.
"He had already broken through Mythic Rank several hundred years before. After suffering through an endless bottleneck trying to step into the Divine Rank, he returned to the Mourning Depths, exploring its depths for two decades.
Then, a small pause.
Then, Blob sneered.
"Naturally, he was far beyond you. Or anyone here."
A sharp statement.
"So then…" Max's mind pieced it together. "That means the legend of people vanishing after three months isn't completely true?"
Blob hummed.
"The so-called 1000-mile absolute death zone is only applicable to juniors like you."
Max's eyes narrowed slightly.
