Anyone Dares Bully you, Call Uncles! novel Chapter 1049

In the desolate forest, Blake trudged through the dusty landscape.

He had to reach the underworld.

Having managed to penetrate the layers of the cave's "preservative film," Blake was now merely a foot away from stepping into the realm of the underworld. However, he knew all too well that if he were to enter directly, the King of Cities would likely detect his presence immediately.

So, Blake decided to take the shortcut through the Gray Earth.

It felt as though he had been walking for an eternity. The sky remained unchanged, the forest appeared no different, and the usual methods of determining the direction of the world were ineffective here.

Frowning, Blake climbed to the top of a tree once more, hoping for a clearer view.

According to Lilly's description, there should be an immensely tall and dense forest in this area. Trees reach the height of skyscrapers, with trunks too broad for ten people to encircle, and leaves lush with greenery.

Yet, despite his long trek, all Blake could see was various shades of gray.

"Am I heading in the wrong direction?" Blake wondered aloud.

He descended from the tree, accumulating more dust on his weary body.

The name Gray Earth truly manifested itself in this place.

Shades of gray enveloped everything, it was like stepping into a monochromatic ink painting. After spending a considerable amount of time here, one might even question if they were three-dimensional beings or mere paper cutouts in a two-dimensional world.

Once again lost and disoriented, Blake leaned against a tree, taking out his water bottle to quench his thirst with a slow sip.

Suddenly, a rustling sound pierced the silence.

A gray silhouette darted past him with a whoosh.

"A cat?!" Blake exclaimed in delight, immediately standing up and chased it.

He did not know how long he had been running, accumulating more and more dust on his body, but he had no time to brush it off.

The cat ahead of him moved with agility, effortlessly leaping through the bushes while remaining untouched by the surrounding dust, which swirled around it like stars.

Appearing slightly displeased, the cat's tail froze, and it glanced back at the human trailing behind.

"Wait!" Blake called out.

These cats were extraordinary, and he was sure they could understand him.

However, the cat ahead hastened its pace.

Blake suddenly spoke again, "Here you go, it's dried fish!"

The cat in front slowed down.

It turned its head, observing Blake.

Blake reached into his pocket and pulled out a sealed plastic bag, from which he pulled out a small dried fish.

He squatted down halfway, resting his elbows on his knees, and raised an eyebrow slightly. "Can you lead the way if I give you a piece of dried fish?"

The cat looked at Blake with disdain, its eyes seemingly conveying the message, "How could a human be this stingy?"

It swiftly glanced at the dried fish before sitting down.

Though it did not speak, Blake could understand what it meant—apparently, it felt that one dried fish was not enough.