Author: Binary Sword Fairy

His tribe once fed on a type of algae called dry algae. It is called algae, but it is actually a spore plant that has adapted to the harsh environment of the seabed and lives in symbiosis with bacteria.

He did not eat that filthy stuff, but some of His followers did.

Dry algae is one of the plants with the most vitality on the seafloor. It is also one of the few foods that is resistant to pollution and will not die from submarine volcanoes that may erupt at any time.

Sea areas where dry algae grow are usually populated by biological groups, and those dirty, granular brown algae are the last resort for undersea life to survive the [Barren Moon].

There is a high probability of death when using dry algae, because although this kind of food can fill the stomach, it is difficult to digest. If younger ethnic groups eat too much, they will die of full stomach.

He once heard the prayers of believers when the deep sea was filled with pollution. They prayed that they could eat dry algae until they were full. Dying from a full stomach was one of the most beautiful ways to die under the sea.

Believers say in their prayers that when a person dies due to fullness, he will have the most beautiful dream in his life, in which he will enjoy a feeling of fullness that he has never experienced in his life, and in his dream he will have the feeling of not having to interact with other wandering souls.

Shared spouse and issue.

He later learned that the sweet dreams that believers had when they died of fullness were not because of fullness, but because the dead algae itself was poisonous. When the toxins accumulated to a certain extent, they would damage the nerves of wandering souls and make them lose consciousness.

The soul hallucinates.

Most of the body organs of believers that have degenerated in the Deep Sea Age are strong, but their nervous systems are still fragile and unable to resist this spiritual toxin.

So the dream was born.

He cannot stop the tribe from eating dry algae due to hunger, and He cannot let the dream be shattered.

And dry algae is only one of the causes of death. The satiety and sweet dreams brought by dry algae are also the most gentle way of death given to wandering souls by the deep sea.

When the filth that invaded the habitat spread among the group, He could no longer allow the group to continue under the current situation.

He decided to let the warriors who were still relatively lightly polluted leave and head to unknown seas to find a chance to survive.

If they can survive, they will have a chance to purify the pollution on their bodies, and possibly continue their race with profound gifts.

On the other hand, he can also make his own efforts: protecting Tidanios until the day when the race is saved.

He didn't know what that day would look like or what form it would take.

Fate did not tell Him this.

Neither did Tidanius.

He has never been able to establish any connection with Titanius. Even if the outer material wrapped around the [Cocoon] has faded away, revealing the ice inside, and even if he can see Titanius' true face,

Tidanius's physical condition cannot be ascertained through any means at his disposal.

It is not only the body that is frozen, but also deeper things.

After making up his mind, He told the soldiers: You must go further to find new hope.

The warriors had experienced the years when explorers within the group went to various places in the deep sea to explore for hope of survival. They had no doubts in their hearts, they just thought that they were really looking for the continuation of the group - looking for relatives and families to protect themselves, and purifying the cause.

The method of pollution caused by filth.

On the day they left, He used his profound power to open the way for them to the outskirts of their habitat.

Since they left, the habitat has been closed and there is no longer any communication with the outside world.

In the habitat, filth eventually inevitably became part of the group, seeping into the reproduction process, turning him and the group into strange things.

Fortunately, this strange filth did not pollute the land. Although the brown algae mutated to a certain extent, it did not reach the point of being inedible.

The filth caused the fertility rate of the ethnic group to drop, and the probability of newborn deaths greatly increased. He had to increase the intensity of reproduction, but the number of the ethnic group was still decreasing uncontrollably.

After another dozen [Desolate Moons] passed, the number of ethnic groups within the ethnic group finally maintained a balance at a relatively low level.

The number of ethnic groups within the group no longer increases significantly, nor does it decrease significantly. It just hovers at a lower level, maintaining the point where the food produced by the habitat is just enough to provide for survival.

He didn't know until this moment that fate had already arranged everything. The arrival of filth was the destiny of the ethnic group. The filth infected him and became a part of him. This was also something that fate had arranged a long time ago.

After understanding this, He no longer resisted - He accepted the filth, and the people of the tribe were able to coexist with the filth.

fair enough.

Even if distortion and degradation occur as a result, and it lingers on, it is better than continuing to deteriorate due to resistance to filth.

As for where the filth comes from, it has never been His concern. There is unimaginable filth under the sea. The appearance of any filth will not surprise Him, let alone the arrangement of fate.

After thousands of [Barren Moons], the aberrant ethnic groups reproduced and evolved into ugly monsters from generation to generation. In order to adapt to the increasingly poor environment on the seabed, they gave up most of their bodies as carbon-based creatures.

Only the most basic feeding organs and nutrient supply channels are retained to maintain life at a minimum on the body. Their brains have shrunk into a nucleus the size of a fingernail. Therefore, they have low intelligence and can only complete simple labor, eating and reproduction.

Nothing else can be done.

He quietly watched everything happening in his habitat.

He knows this is their destiny.

[Desolate Moon] is still strengthening, and despair is like an abyss under the sea with no end in sight.

Time passed like this, minute by minute, until the whole world began to sink, until the ethnic groups began to believe in death, and thus became walking corpses that were about to die.

Their remaining bits of consciousness prompted them to form a fortress to protect Him. They vaguely knew that He and Titanius in His arms were their last hope...

The waiting in darkness and despair lasted for an unknown amount of time, until a strange consciousness appeared out of thin air outside the fortress.

Fate finally began its destined course.

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…

When synaesthesia returned, tears were streaming down his face.

He hated this feeling. Tears made him feel weak, and his empathy with sadness made him realize that he was no longer pure——

That human named Chen Yan was really too sentimental.

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that this emotion had now become a part of him.

The neon lights on the streets of the mechanical hive pulled him back, allowing his consciousness, which was confused by synaesthesia, to return to reality.

What he was sure of was that the group of warriors he sent out of the group did not survive because he could not sense their existence in this world.

It's not an unexpected ending.

Even though he had long been accustomed to death, he still felt sadness in his heart - the sadness came from Chen Yan's memory and the cognition stored in his nerve center.

This feeling is so damn good.

The idea of ​​"really damned" also comes from Chen Yan's memory and cognition.

damn it.

He looked at the bakery on the street.

There were a dazzling array of cakes on the cupboards inside the window glass of the shop. Those cakes were exquisitely made. He learned the names of these cakes from Chen Yan's memory, macarons, sponges, chiffon, pudding, mousse...

He also understood the term "productivity" from Chen Yan's memory. From this, he understood that the age of sunshine was an age of great productivity and prosperity. Although there were still people who did not have enough to eat, there were almost no cases of people starving to death.

Condition.

In the Sunshine Age, food is no longer the scarcest thing.

When he learned this, he was surprised for a long time. Even though Chen Yan's memory had explained everything, it still took him a few seconds to accept the fact that "food is enough for most life in the world to survive."

He stood up and walked into the crowd again.

After confirming that all the warriors sent to leave the clan were dead, he was able to confirm that the clan was no longer there and he was the only one left in the world.

Even though the new races that would be born in ten months gave him the only comfort, the suffocating loneliness still left him breathless.

While restraining the influence of Chen Yan's memory on him and overcoming his sense of loneliness, he realized that he was not an "evil god" in the traditional sense as defined by the extraordinary society of the Sunshine Era. According to the cognition and school definition of the extraordinary society,

To the extraordinary beings, it is closer to a brand new extraordinary creature, an "abnormal creature" that is almost like a sub-human being.

He also never recognized himself as the "evil god" defined by the Sunshine Era——

For a carbon-based life form, isn’t it natural to reproduce the species in order to survive?

All carbon-based beings in this world have been doing this kind of thing throughout their lives. Why should I be stigmatized as an evil god if I do it?

When he thought about this, he once again realized that he was affected by the values ​​​​in Chen Yan's memory, so he once again took the initiative to allocate energy to restrain the influence of Chen Yan's memory on him.

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…

At this moment, Chen Yan is on the boat.

"In short, that's probably what happened. The evil god is so powerful that we can't do anything to him for the time being, and I'm afraid he will be back on the ship soon."

After Osmandis told everyone on the ship everything, Nuomiguo looked at Swam.

Chen Yan once told her what happened underground, so she knew what Swarm was.

Osmandis said with a headache:

"No, Swam is a reckless man and is too susceptible to mental attacks. If the other party doesn't know his details, he might still be able to fight, but the other party has already seen him and can even control him with whispers, so

He won't be of use this time."

Swam blamed himself so much that he felt like an absolute waste. He clasped the corner of the curtain on his body and was so aggrieved that he could not speak.
To be continued...