Mr. Stark came out of the cabin to rejoin with his fellow adventurers. All of them were at the deck chatting happily. There was a large pot suspended over a large gas cylinder, the contents within cooking slowly. A delicious aroma filled the whole atmosphere, drilling into Mr. Stark's nose. They're cooking, he couldn't help but swallow hard. He hadn't eating for three days now. He had been so occupied with reading so many texts about the Abyss Cult."Mr. Stark!" all of them greeted enthusiastically, suspending whatever they were doing. Among the adventurers he was the most revered one in Crimson Springs.Seeing all the salutations from his fellow adventurers, Mr. Stark couldn't help but feel proud. He resisted the urge to raise his head up and say, "Yeah, good boys. Now stand up and get things done!""It's so good to be famous," Mr. Stark muttered to himself. And it's also very good to be notorious, hehe.He stopped a meter from the edge of the deck, his eyes staring into the vast se
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