After Ange finished pounding on the tree-man Mote, he didn't care anymore. He's very busy, with the Chaos Mist around, there are many fun things to do, and his biggest problem now is lacking Chaos Mist.
However, he now has a stable source of Chaos Mist. The Spit Melon can compress space. The space it inhales contains scattered Chaos Mist, which gathers into a mass as the space compresses, then gets collected.
If the Monarch saw this scene, he'd probably be so angry he'd vomit blood. His collection speed while roaming the void might not even be faster than the Spit Melon's.
Looking at the Chaos Mist that the Spit Melon spewed out, Negris estimated, "At this speed, a Death Scythe can be refined in half a month. How's the energy consumption of the Spit Melon? Isn't continuous inhaling and exhaling exhausting?"
"No." The Little Grass, which had grown significantly taller, replied, "Space is the source of my power. Inhaling and exhaling space allows me to grow strong."
