"Is this...me?"

Blood pupil stretched out his fingers and wanted to touch the baby in the modulation nest. He couldn't touch anything.

In this illusion, he becomes invisible. No one can see him, nor can he do anything.

However, this did not affect his inner shock, as well as a kind of coldness that came from the depths of his soul.

It turns out that I am also a creature.

Not a human. It's just a mass of flesh and blood made from a modulating nest.

There is no soul, no parents, and even worse than the later Crodillians. At least there was a father. Creation was just creation. It was like machinery, steel, and spacecraft. In a sense, it was no different from colonization.

Very cold...

In the endless void, the blood pupils were trembling slightly. He was not in pain. In fact, he no longer knew what pain was. He just felt cold. It was cold and penetrated through the bone marrow and the cold and frozen soul.

No, I have no soul...

Xue Tong felt even colder when he thought about this.

In such a cold feeling, he watched the wise man walk forward and connect the Petri dish to a biological tube. The next moment, endless black mist flowed into each modulation nest along the tube and into the body of... every baby.

"What is that?"

Looking at all this blankly, Xue Tong asked unconsciously.

In fact, he didn't want an answer, but he didn't expect Boya to answer.

"He is restarting hope." He said softly, his voice as ethereal as in the sky.

"hope?"

"The meaning of hope is that you can expect."

"Are you joking? Looking forward to a group of soulless creatures?"

"Our Crodil's ancestors were creation. So we don't think there is anything wrong with creation." Boya replied, pausing for a moment and then said. "And, they are not without souls. They are the seeds of Crodil, so how can we repeat our path?"

"What's the meaning?"

Xue Tong's heart thumped and suddenly woke up. At this moment, he suddenly felt an indescribable expectation, in Boya's words, called hope?

What does he hope? I hope he is not a creature? Or I hope he has a soul?

Or... he still wishes he was a natural person?

Dreams will wake up because dreams are always just dreams.

Boya appeared next to Xuepeng at some point and looked at Xuepeng silently. After a while, she sighed.

"Don't you see it yet? That black fog is their soul. That is..."

"you."

What...what!?

Xuepeng's heart suddenly tightened and his eyes widened involuntarily.

How is this possible!?

The fog balloon from the bottom of the abyss is actually the soul? And it is its combination with the strengthened cells. What kind of existence is it?

Xue Tong couldn't figure it out. He felt his mind was in a mess and he was in a daze. Boya's words made him lose himself and lose his judgment. Since x35 came out, Xue Tong has never been as confused as he is now. Everything collapsed in front of him, and he suddenly lost his fighting spirit.

To live...

Everything is for living...

But if you are such a monster, what's the point of living? Is it because of your own existence that is because of the invisible hand in fate?

The cold feeling became even worse. Blood pupils watched the wise man work silently, injecting black mist into each baby's body. Then the baby continued to receive modulation and was loaded into tiny spacecraft, launching into the universe like dandelion seeds.

"How many seeds do you have?" Xue Tong asked this question for no reason.

"Many..." Boya replied. "Not many."

"Are they... still alive?"

"I don't know." Boya shook his head. "This is the first batch of experimental subjects, and then there are the second batch and the third batch. In order to inherit, we keep repeating the same work, but the result is disappointing."

"Do you know? In fact, since the destruction of our civilization, there are only five people who can get here. Only one of the first four is a seed, and the rest are Crodill's survivors. You are the fifth, and maybe the last one."

"Why?"

"Because we don't have much time..." Boya hesitated for a while and finally said. "And you... are different."

"I'm not a participant in the plan, but what I know is that the seed plan was full of uncertainty and our environment was very serious at the beginning. So in the end, the king seemed to have launched another plan. One was called Regeneration. The plan content was divided into three parts, and we were one of them. One of the other two parts was destroyed in the abyss, and the other was taken out by Rea."

"You are the one who was taken out by Rea. You are the last hope of the king, and it is personally modulated by our wise man, Lord Renos, himself...full."

"……………” Xue Tong didn't speak, but he knew that Boya didn't need to lie to him. Because he did get the care of Reya and got the fertile suit under Reya's cāo. All of this seemed accidental at the beginning. Now it seems that there was a plan. Xue Tong raised his head and was very confused, but it was much better than before. At least he knew that he was not a soulless creature, but a strange life.

And is this what Boya wants to tell herself?

Thinking of the previous conversation, Xue Tong's eyes gradually became clear.

He took a deep breath and asked Boya. "So no matter whether I choose to inherit or not, Crodill's disaster will come to me again? Just because, am I the thing from the bottom of the abyss? I am the source of all disasters?"

"I'm sorry, but that's the case." Boya nodded, and the next moment he waved his hand and returned to the altar with his blood pupils. "What I want to tell you is not to retreat because of the danger that may come. This choice cannot help but be related to Crodill, but also to yourself. The choice made by any interference from external factors is itself irresponsible to you and your companions."

Finally, Boya sighed again and said with emotion. "When fate comes, no one can stay out of it."

"Now, do you still have to choose to refuse?"

"I..." Xue Tong opened her mouth, but found that she could no longer say anything to refuse.

It turned out that what he had imagined before was wrong. It was not that Crodill brought him danger, but that he promoted the destruction of Crodill's civilization. In a sense, his existence was a sin. Whether he accepted Crodill's inheritance or not, danger would still come to him and everyone around him.

The source of disaster.

He is the source of disaster and the nightmare.

Blood Eyes closed their eyes in pain...

"I, accept."
Chapter completed!