The Rich Cultivator-Chapter 326. Help request from the Abyss

Two Mathildas stood side by side, both dripping in slime, their expressions oddly synchronized. Their matching grins widened as they stared eagerly at the mimic treasure chest, which had once again settled on the ground, appearing like an ordinary old chest—if one ignored the twitching and slight burping sounds it was making.

Their hair stuck to their faces, their robes clung awkwardly to their bodies, and neither seemed to care in the slightest. If anything, they looked like mischievous twins ready to stir up chaos.

Nearby, only Tyler’s head peeked out from the mimic’s half-closed mouth. He looked utterly unimpressed.

"Must I really do this?" he asked, voice muffled slightly by the chest’s inner slime.

"Yeah," both Mathildas chimed in unison. "You can’t tell which of us is the fake, so now it’s your turn. That was the bet!"

One of them even added, "If we can’t find the imposter by ourselves, it’s only fair you suffer with us!"

Tyler sighed, his expression deadpan. "You both have the same perverted energy. And seriously... you’re still refusing to clean that slimey goo off yourselves? Disgusting."

"It’s not that bad," one Mathilda said, flicking a glob of slime off her shoulder. "Besides, it adds to the experience."

"Yeah," the other chimed, winking. "Slime brings character."

"Whatever. Fine." Tyler grumbled. "But if this thing makes a clone that starts hitting on other men, don’t blame me."

Before he could argue more, both Mathildas shoved him from behind, and with a wet squelch, the mimic swallowed Tyler whole.

Everything went dark.

A few moments later, with a loud "PUAAAH!", Tyler was spat back out, landing in a slimy heap next to the mimic. But even before he could get his bearings, another Tyler was already standing up beside him—identical down to the smallest detail.

"Uh..." Tyler blinked at his own face, now staring back at him. "Well... that’s just freaky."

Both Mathildas’ eyes lit up, their expressions turning mischievous again.

"Hmm... Which one is the real Tyler?" the first Mathilda mused, tapping her chin.

"I don’t know," the second replied. "But I do know we now have two Tylers."

Both turned to the Tylers with gleaming eyes.

"How about we have a foursome now?" they said at the same time, giggling devilishly.

Both Tylers’ mouths twitched in unison. "Shut up, pervert." they said together.

Astrid, who had been quietly observing the madness from a distance, facepalmed so hard that her palm echoed across the area. "Seriously? Again with this nonsense..."

"Wait, wait, wait," said one of the Tylers, brushing off some slime and inspecting the other version of himself. "This isn’t funny anymore. Which one of us is actually me?"

The other Tyler mirrored his movement and said the exact same thing.

The Mathildas clapped in amusement. "This is better than I thought!" one said, grinning.

"I can’t tell who’s hotter," the other added with a flirtatious smirk.

"You’re literally looking at the same person," Astrid said, exasperated.

Tyler sighed, then reached to his waist and patted a familiar copper pot hanging by his waist.

Astrid’s eyes lit up.

The mimic can only makes clone, but couldn’t copy the Mysterious Copper pot.

Another Tyler didn’t even have the Copper Pot.

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A sudden pulse of distortion rippled through the surroundings, like reality itself was glitching, tearing at its edges like an old, frayed scroll. The atmosphere crackled with static energy, and the very fabric of space began to twist like a warped mirror.

Everyone turned alert instantly, readying for combat.

A moment later, a holographic figure materialized in midair, flickering in and out of focus like a glitchy projection. The image slowly sharpened, revealing a familiar, disheveled face with wild, spiky hair and mismatched goggles perched on his forehead.

"Adam?" both Tylers exclaimed at once, eyebrows rising in surprise.

The figure blinked, staring straight at them. Then he rubbed his eyes with both hands, clearly baffled.

"Huh... Tyler? Why are you... doubled? Wait, am I still tripping again? " Adam squinted, looking from one Tyler to the other. Then his eyes drifted to the two Mathildas, both still covered in slime.

Then he turned back to Two Tylers "Listen, I don’t have much time—this signal’s unstable. I need help. I got trapped in an Abyss Floor, some weird sub-layer I wasn’t supposed to enter. It’s like a collapsing pocket realm."

As he spoke, Adam reached into thin air and pulled out a glowing compass-like artifact that pulsed with strange blue symbols. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed it through the projection, and it materialized physically in front of them. One of the Tylers caught it without missing a beat.

"Wait a second..." the second Tyler frowned, arms crossed. "You already said this."

Adam blinked. "I did? When?"

"About a year and three months ago, if I recall correctly," Tyler replied.

A heavy silence followed.

Adam looked thoughtful. "Huh. That’s... interesting." He scratched his head. "So if I already sent you this message back then. That thing must be capable of Time Traveling."

"That thing?" Tyler asked.

"Don’t mind it..." He shrugged refused to explain and said , "I am now gonna use that thing to Time Travel and send message to ’past’ you. Wow it’s a loop. I got this idea, because you informed me, and you informed me because I already send message in the past. We formed a small loop here."

"Again with confusing Talks " both Tylers muttered in sync.

Adam looked at the treasure chest and said "Anyways... I am surprised you guys found a Mimic.... it’s from a Magic Civilization."

He then pointed at one of the Mathilda and said, "That one is probably fake..."

There was a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. Just as everyone turned toward her, Adam’s projection began to shimmer violently, distorting again.

With a final flash, Adam’s hologram blinked out, leaving behind a faint afterimage in the air and the soft humming of residual energy.

A silence fell.

"So... I really was fake all along."

Her voice was quiet, barely a whisper.

She closed her eyes, and a gentle golden glow began to rise from her body, particles dissolving slowly like sunlight breaking through mist.

"Mathilda, noooo—!" one of the Tylers shouted, his voice echoing across the place as he clutched the glowing compass Adam had thrown just moments earlier. Panic flared in his eyes as he saw the fake Mathilda’s golden light fade into nothingness.

That light had not only marked the end of a clone—it had marked the loss of something that, for a few strange moments, had felt genuinely real.

"I’m gonna kill him," Tyler muttered darkly, his expression shifting from shock to cold fury. He looked down at the ground, where his trident lay resting, then swiftly snatched it up and activated the strange compass Adam had left behind.

The device pulsed to life with a low hum, pointing him toward a distant direction—presumably leading to Adam’s location. Tyler dashed off, cloak flaring behind him, determination in his every step.

Astrid, still processing everything, blinked and turned to the other Tyler who had remained behind.

The grandmasters who are little further away looked at Tyler who is running away with confusion.

"Don’t worry that just my clone..." Tyler shouted.

"Wait... aren’t you going to take the trident?" Astrid asked, glancing at the now-empty space where the weapon had been moments ago.

"I’ve got like a hundreds of them. Let him enjoy his dramatic moment." Tyler send a voice transmission to Astrid.

Astrid couldn’t help but roll her eyes with a faint smile. This guy treasure is ridiculously overpowered.

Meanwhile, Mathilda stood off to the side, unusually quiet and looking more confused than usual. Her fingers tapped idly on her slime-covered arms, a faraway look in her eyes.

Tyler noticed it immediately. "Hey," he said, walking over to her, "what’s with that look? You’re unusually silent. That’s not like you."

Mathilda glanced at him, lips parted slightly. "It’s... nothing. Just strange, that’s all."

Tyler raised a brow. "Strange how?"

"Well," she paused, looking down at her feet, "it’s just that... I didn’t receive any memories from my clone."

Tyler’s expression become unamused "You mean, like how Mana got her clone’s memories after it disappeared?"

"Yeah"

"It’s because you and your clone were in perfect synchronization. Your perverted brainwaves must’ve synced up. You both where having same perverted thoughts. You actually got her memories. But since it’s same thoughts, you didn’t feel it." He said with netural tone.

"Speaking of which..." Tyler pinched his nose. "Seriously, are you ever going to clean off that mimic slime?"

"Nope!" Mathilda grinned. "It’s kind of refreshing."

Astrid winced. "You smell like wet mushrooms."

"Good for the skin!"

"Bad for everyone else’s nose."

"Alright I will take it off..." Mathilda surrender "But first... can you push me into the mimic again? We can atleast go for threesome."

"NO"

As the banter continued, Mana asked , "Are we not gonna help Adam?"

"It’s alright. We need to find Lily first. That’s our priority." Tyler said.