《Spore》 Chapter 1: The Beginning "I am a small single-celled organism." "I have no eyes, so I cannot observe." "I have no ears, so I cannot listen." "In fact, I cannot perceive anything around me. At least, that''s the case using conventional methods of perception." "Because I am just a little cell, perhaps a special one." "I don''t know when I started thinking. Maybe just now, or perhaps it''s been a long time." "Though I still don''t have brain cells." "What puzzles me is." "What exactly is a brain cell?" "What are eyes and ears?" "Oh no, I feel my cytoplasm is overheating, and the nucleus is starting to complain." "Uh-oh, what are those things again?" "I can''t think anymore..." In the dim aquatic environment, a tiny cell wiggled its cilium, its round body swaying slightly. Surrounding it, gigantic, dark meteorite fragments floated silently. Just then, a piece of organic matter drifted by the small cell. As if sensing food, this simple cell, devoid of any sensory apparatus, instinctively lunged at the food, swallowing it with its oral groove (let''s not dwell on how that works). [One point of nutrients gained] A mysterious voice emerged. The small cell seemed to shiver uneasily. Though it had no sense of hearing, somehow it could "hear" this voice. However, when cell fragments floated by again, the little cell resolutely ignored the earlier sound. "Food is the most important thing!" "Wait, am I thinking again?" Having consumed three more cell fragments, the small cell felt satisfied. Although the strange voice echoed three more times, the cell completely ignored it. Even though it had no vision, it somehow "saw" the objects within a certain range around its body. Wiggling the cilium behind itself (if that could be considered its backside), the cell continued on its aimless journey, pondering strange thoughts. Time is a peculiar concept. Without something to define its length, it wanders like a playful child. Sometimes speeding up, sometimes slowing down. During this journey, the small cell consumed eight more pieces of organic matter and five more cell fragments. What these quantities meant was another thing the cell briefly pondered but remained ignorant about. Ignorance¡ªwhat does that mean? The small cell wouldn''t know, would it? Ignoring these meaningless thoughts, the small cell swam vigorously forward. In the distance, something appeared¡ªsomething that felt incredibly important to the cell and perhaps its entire lineage. It emitted an enticing scent, like the most delectable food, attracting the cell, though it lay beyond its peculiar sensory range. It seemed like a short distance, yet the cell took a long time to reach it. This time wasn''t defined by human standards but by the cell''s perception. During its journey to this important thing, the voice announced twice, [One point of nutrients consumed to meet bodily needs]. Meanwhile, the cell devoured another piece of organic matter blocking its path. Although it puzzled the cell how it could "hear" this singular voice without ears, an inexplicable sense suggested that these sounds were beneficial and harmless. Thus, according to its inherent habit, the cell dismissed it without concern. Finally, the important thing appeared within the small cell''s distinctive perception. It was a chain-like substance, smaller than the cell itself, surrounded by floating meteorite fragments. Following its instinct, the small cell engulfed this unknown substance into its circular body. It then felt the unknown material merge with a similar substance already inside. Once more, the background voice echoed. [New DNA fragment acquired. Prepare for division and reproduction, and enter the biological editing space.] Suddenly, the cell felt its blocked thoughts clear up. "I must have chosen ''yes''," the cell thought. In the dim space, a tiny material appeared, quickly merging into a mass of translucent, unknown material. [Entering biological editor, main consciousness restrictions lifted] "......" [......] "I am a little cell, haha..." After a brief silence, a booming voice echoed in this peculiar space. "What on earth is this! How did I suddenly transmigrate? And turn into a messed-up single cell!"The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. No response. In this seemingly void space, only a blob of strange translucent matter quivered, emitting complaints, yet garnering no reply. Feeling somewhat relieved after venting, Jaal realized that only his voice echoed within the space. A sense of lonely fear welled up. "Is anyone there?" [......] Still no response. In this near-void space, without eyes, ears, or a body, only a clear consciousness remained. Jaal felt as though deprived of sensation, nearing the brink of collapse as time passed. "Anything, come on, let something appear." "Even a little cell will do." In the dark space, a cellular form suddenly manifested at his words, and Jaal''s peculiar awareness quickly sensed its presence. It seemed the strange perception from his cellular form was still active, not through sight, but akin to a mythic full-sensory awareness centered on the translucent mass. Jaal focused all his attention on the three-dimensional image of the cell. To escape the fear brought on by the void space, he concentrated intensely on the image, leading a menu-like translucent frame to pop up. [Single Cell (Unnamed) Primitive single-cell organism, early biological evolution species. Life: 3/3 Attack: 0 Speed: 1 Nutritional Value: 16 Body DNA Components: Primitive cell oral groove, cilium Newly arrived here, transformed from a human to a single-cell organism, you feel overwhelmed by the "great leap backward." Yet, as a single cell, you often don''t understand what troubles you.] "What is this? A description of the previous cell?" "Seeing" shouldn''t be possible for a mere mass of matter like Jaal, lacking any photoreceptive organs or a brain to process such signals. Yet he clearly perceived, or "saw," the text on the menu frame, written in familiar characters. "Looking" at this game-like attribute frame, Jaal felt a sense of helplessness. "Could I have transmigrated into a game world? It feels like a game I''ve played before." Examining the attribute frame, Jaal noticed the DNA components, which emitted a slightly brighter glow than the surrounding light. [Primitive Cell Oral Groove Primitive biological nutrient absorption component Food Type: Omnivorous Absorption Speed: Slow Attack: 0 Cost: 5 (Nutritional Value) (Purchasable Equipment)] [Cilium Microbial mobility component Speed: +1 Cost: 10 (Nutritional Value) (Purchasable Equipment)] Focusing his attention on these components, much like before with the attribute frame, additional information popped up in the space. However, these details weren''t as important to Jaal now. His attention had shifted to a larger item display panel, or rather, the ''Help System'' at its bottom¡ªfour softly glowing words that drew him in. Help Help was what Jaal, feeling trapped and unable to resolve his predicament, needed most. "Ha, I found you even though you were hidden. Gotcha." Eagerly focusing his attention on the words, Jaal engaged them as if clicking a mouse button¡ªa skill quickly mastered in this short time. [This is Biological System No. 8051. What questions do you have?] "8051? Are you a primitive microcontroller?" [No, System 8051 responded coolly, finding the person rather rude.] "Uh, that didn''t count just now. Your number is so special, that''s why." "Wait, how can you hear what I''m thinking!" [......] "Hey, 8051." [What questions do you have?] "Uh, do I have to call you by your number to get a response? I mean, how can you hear my thoughts? 8051." [8051 is not just a number; it is 8051''s name. Currently, only when addressed with 8051''s name can responses be given within the system''s allowed range. 8051 corrected the person while answering.] [As a consciousness entity, you do not "speak." Our interaction is based on consciousness communication, so I can "hear" what you think. Your experiences of seeing and thinking are psychological effects from having been human. System No. 8051 succinctly concluded, believing the answer was adequate.] "Um, a consciousness entity? So this blob of matter is my main form, this consciousness entity? What about my body? 8051." [Correct, you exist as a consciousness entity akin to what you call a soul, and your body has been removed, or to use your term, "harmonized," by the system. System 8051 replied.] "......" It felt like a swarm of lines appeared over the consciousness entity. "Is this the legendary soul transmigration?" Jaal wasn''t too bothered about his body; existing was enough. It simply felt unfamiliar. "I see. By the way, 8051, do you know Yuban-chan?" [I do not, System 8051 responded, puzzled.] "Your tone is suspiciously similar." "Wait, it might overhear." "You didn''t hear anything; you didn''t hear anything..." [8051 isn''t interested in exploring your deeper thoughts, as that is not permitted. System 8051 casually responded, amused by the person''s sensitivity.] "Amusing..." "Well, ignore what I just said, 8051. Thankfully there''s someone to talk to here; otherwise, I''d probably collapse." [Your consciousness is protected by the system, so collapse is not an outcome. Furthermore, System 8051 is not human, it clarified, assuring the person.] "That''s a relief." "8051, you''re not human, so what are you, an alien?" Jaal had never considered humans the sole intelligent beings, especially after experiencing transmigration. Humanity''s belief in being the only intelligent species stemmed from lack of discovery and some arrogance. [System 8051 is not an alien, as it is not from a planet. It is a virtual life form created by the system''s architects to maintain and assist the biological editor space, System 8051 explained.] "......" "Forget it, this could go on forever. Let''s get to the point. I''m still completely in the dark here." "So, 8051, what is the ''system''?" [The system is not a "thing," System 8051 corrected, puzzled by the person''s rudeness.] After a somewhat cheeky response, a new illuminated information frame appeared before Jaal. Multi-window operation, huh. [Biological Evolution System Current Overview: This system originates from the guidance document "Thirty-Sixth Research Initiative on Transmigrator Management Methods." Due to the recent surge in transmigrators causing significant damage to original worlds, the Endless Worlds, through sixty-seven discussions, proposed 135 management strategies. In accordance with the thirty-sixth strategy, Management Division established Intermediate Universe Space No. 1739, incorporating the Biological Evolution System for standardized management of transmigrators. The system''s main theme is evolution. The process of life form generation and development is called biological evolution. The life known to transmigrators evolved from non-cellular structures to prokaryotic cells, then to eukaryotic single cells, progressing along various paths leading to fungi, plants, and animals. Animals evolved from primitive flagellates to multicellular creatures, from mollusks to chordates, and further into advanced vertebrates. Within vertebrates, fish evolved to amphibians, then reptiles, giving rise to mammals and birds. One branch of mammals developed into highly intelligent beings, the original species of transmigrators¡ªhumans. The system focuses on biological evolution, allowing transmigrators to partake in life''s evolution from a single cell, shaping species and civilizations unique to themselves. Transmigrators will experience stages: single-cell, soft-bodied, aquatic, terrestrial, primitive civilization, primary planetary civilization, and intermediate cosmic civilization. The first four stages focus on species'' own evolution. During this time, transmigrators use biological components to uniquely evolve species. The last three stages focus on racial civilization evolution, allowing free control over civilization direction.] [Overview of Current Single-Cell Stage: Single-celled organisms, consisting of one cell, can perform life functions such as nutrition, respiration, excretion, movement, reproduction, and regulation. Transmigrators begin their biological evolution at this stage, progressing from single-cell to multicellular. At this stage''s start, the planet coincides with the origin of species. During the single-celled stage, after integrating a component DNA chain, corresponding nutritional value is needed to evolve relevant components, which are then distributed to the population through cell division. Component DNA chains can be acquired by attacking and eliminating stage-matched organisms, assimilating their DNA fragments, or integrating meteorite DNA chains. Nutritional values are acquired by consuming surrounding organic matter and cellular debris. Additionally, survival activities deplete nutritional values.] [Biological Editing Space Overview: The Biological Editing Space, facing transmigrators'' main consciousness, involves trading mutability for the ability to edit biological components, enabling transmigrators to acquire other components and mutate biologically.] "Is that what the system is?" ...... "So it''s like a game?" "According to the design, I should be able to equip these components onto the cell, right?" After reviewing the overview twice, Jaal focused on the previously revealed item display panel. Many slots were empty, except for the first three filled with items. Having already noted the first two¡ªthe primitive cell oral groove and cilium¡ªJaal''s attention naturally turned to the slightly dimmer third component. Chapter 2: Editor Jaal, as a consciousness entity, focused his attention on the dimly glowing third component. An attribute window popped up. [Bioelectrode A component capable of generating electricity through bioenergy Attack: 3 (with paralyzing effect on organisms unable to generate electricity) Cost: 50 (Nutritional Value) (Insufficient nutrients to equip)] ¡°Ah, it looks so tempting, but why is it so expensive?¡± Jaal felt a tearless frustration... ¡°Well, according to usual settings, such desirable yet expensive things must be my current little goal.¡± ¡°At this moment, I should long for the beautiful component while equipping something practical.¡± ¡°Damn, I really want it. This little cell currently has no attack power at all.¡± Focusing on ¡°practical equipment,¡± Jaal looked at the primitive cell oral groove and cilium occupying the first two slots like obedient children. He glanced again at the nutritional value noted in the first attribute frame. ¡°16 points.¡± ¡°Such a small amount.¡± ¡°It seems the organic matter and cell fragments consumed earlier were worth a point each.¡± ¡°So, the earlier notification about consuming nutritional value to meet bodily needs suggests nutritional value isn''t just for equipping but akin to stamina points in games.¡± After imagining the primitive cell oral groove that required only 5 nutritional points for a while, Jaal decisively focused all attention on the cilium. Daydream¡­ A small cell slipped out from the dim waters, opening its mouth-covered surface to pounce on a shivering prey. ¡­Daydream ended. The consciousness entity shook violently. ¡°I definitely don¡¯t want to become a creature covered in mouths.¡± Muttering to himself, Jaal swiftly and smoothly placed the cilium onto the small cell''s 3D image. It was as if an arm (or tentacle?!) formed on his consciousness entity, taking the cilium from the component display and installing it on the 3D image flawlessly. He carefully adjusted the positions of the two cilia so that they were slightly towards the rear of the body''s midline on both sides, allowing small angle turns without relying on body twisting. ¡°Okay, done.¡± Jaal nodded in satisfaction at the little cell before him. At this moment, a new information window popped up. Simultaneously, a historical commemorative tune played jokingly in the space. [Through unwavering effort, you have achieved your first evolution on the path of a single cell. The additional cilium grants you faster movement speed, and the reasonable adjustment of the two cilia''s positions gives you, as a single cell, a certain degree of maneuverability. These changes distinguish you from basic single cells, marking a bright new evolutionary branch in your biological history. Now, quickly name your first evolved single cell.] Although somewhat discontent with the system''s single-cell focus, Jaal didn''t dwell on it. Appreciating the music, he thought, ¡°Why not call it ''Little Cell''?¡± Isn''t that a cute name? ¡°Well, I¡¯m not good at naming.¡± Faced with the three large characters on the pop-up, Jaal self-deprecatingly remarked, clearly having little confidence in his naming ability.If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. ¡°How about Jaal Cell?¡± Daydreaming again¡­ ¡°What¡¯s the name of your first cell, Jaal?¡± ¡°Um, Jaal Cell.¡± ¡­Daydream ended. ¡°Ah, forget it.¡± [Little Cell Primitive single-cell organism, early species in biological evolution. Life: 4/4 Attack: 0 Speed: 2 Nutritional Value: 6 (needs replenishment soon) Body DNA Components: Primitive cell oral groove, Cilia x2 After your first evolution, you are now an evolved single cell. However, the pressure isn¡¯t any less, especially now that further evolution is halted due to insufficient nutrients. But being a single-celled organism, you still don¡¯t know what pressure is.] Other attribute frames disappeared as Jaal shifted focus, except the primary attribute frame menu reappeared after confirming Little Cell''s name. Ignoring the ostensibly disdainful remarks in the introduction, Jaal continued his actions. ¡°So, typically, after editing a creature, what should I do?¡± ¡°I should click finish and then gather more nutritional values and components, right? Haha.¡± [Biological editing complete, main consciousness entering Little Cell] ¡°Yes, as expected. But it feels like I forgot something. Strange?¡± Jaal thought, hearing the prompt after selecting ¡°Finish¡±. ¡­ ¡°No, 8051. I haven¡¯t asked about the inability to think, and many other deta¡­¡± A ¡°mournful¡± voice echoed. In the void space, a tiny blob separated from the semi-transparent consciousness entity, gradually vanishing. [As the main consciousness has left this space, your questions will be answered next time, System 8051 responded.] ¡°¡­¡± [Consume 5 nutritional values for evolutionary division] In the dark waters, the quietly still Little Cell suddenly convulsed violently. It split into two, seemingly birthing a new being. In a short time, two new Little Cells emerged. ¡°I am Little Cell.¡± ¡°Though I don¡¯t understand why that¡¯s my name.¡± A round little cell wiggled its two cilia, stirring the water slightly. Alongside, an identical Little Cell mimicked the action, like a shadow in a mirror. ¡°Why do I feel regret?¡± ¡°What is regret?¡± ¡°Wait, did I just do something?¡± [Nutritional value is below 6 points, unable to enter the biological editor] ¡°I am Little Cell, and I feel quite helpless.¡± ¡°Oh, who¡¯s this next to me?¡± Only now did Little Cell notice another cell in its perception. ¡°Why does it feel so familiar?¡± ¡°Hmm, cannot think¡­¡± Little Cell took an interest in the nearly identical cell beside it. It swam around the other cell, gently nudging it. The other cell mirrored the action, as if receiving the same instruction. ¡°Why are you copying me?¡± After a while, curiosity satisfied, Little Cell returned its attention. Then, the two Little Cells resumed wandering aimlessly. ¡­ In Little Cell''s strange perception, another piece of organic matter appeared ahead. It started swimming toward it, but just as it reached the organic matter, the sensation vanished. ¡°Where did it go?¡± Both Little Cells seemed puzzled. At the same time, Little Cell sensed another single-cell organism swimming by, distinct from itself and its companion. Curious, Little Cell approached it, but upon nearing, it suddenly hit something sharp, a jolt of pain coursing through, and it bounced back, colliding with the other Little Cell. [Life -1, consume one nutritional value to recover] The mysterious voice (which everyone knows is the system prompt) announced, and the damaged area on Little Cell quickly healed as if nothing happened. [Warning, nutritional value is 0, replenish immediately] Two alerts followed, but Little Cell had no mind for listening or pondering their meaning, ignoring the swift healing. ¡°What was that, it hurt so much.¡± Moving away from the recent encounter, Little Cell pondered. ¡°Seemed like something sharp.¡± ¡°But starting to feel hungry.¡± Wandering aimlessly resumed. Its companion mimicked Little Cell¡¯s every move, which Little Cell didn¡¯t mind. The warning sound echoed again, but Little Cell hadn''t found anything to replenish nutritional value. Feeling increasingly uncomfortable, it felt energy draining, even struggling to wiggle its cilia. Its companion mirrored its fatigue. ¡°Am I going to die like this?¡± ¡°What is death anyway?¡± Even as it stopped wanting to move, Little Cell''s thoughts soldiered on, albeit accelerating nutrient consumption. The current ahead seemed faster. Little Cell felt it clearly but drifted into the current''s pull without resisting. Thus, the two Little Cells began drifting along the current. ¡°This seems dangerous¡± Little Cell thought, but its body refused to move. Its companion, ever-present, vanished into the current. ¡°Maybe this will lead to food.¡± ¡°Did it find food?¡± [Failed to obtain nutrients, life -1] The voice chimed, Little Cell¡¯s once plump body seemed to shrink, its cilia stilled, thoughts nearing a halt. Yet Little Cell ignored it. ¡°Food! So much food!¡± A burst of energy awakened in Little Cell. Ahead, it felt an abundance of cell fragments. The temptation was overwhelming, especially for the starving Little Cell. Pushing through the current, it reached a heap of food fragments. The food mound ahead seemed heaven to Little Cell. [Gain one nutritional value] [Consume one nutritional value, life +1] [Gain one nutritional value] [Gain one nutritional value] [Gain one nutritional value] ... Not ignoring these sounds now, Little Cell found them delightful. ¡°Though I don¡¯t have ears.¡± Engaged in its feeding, Little Cell didn''t notice the nearby single-cell swarm or the increasing cell debris. The growing debris might excite Little Cell, though it didn¡¯t understand quantity. Nearby, a swarm of single-celled organisms moved, wide mouths consuming food, slowly advancing toward Little Cell. Chapter 3: Return [Host cell deceased] [Detecting a same-species life form with a mental imprint, main consciousness transferring to that cell] ¡°Did I¡­ did I just die?¡± ¡°How am I still alive?¡± ¡°What a big mouth!¡± In the dark waters, the small cell curled up tightly. In the endless darkness, countless dangers seemed to lurk, intimidating the small cell. "I want to go home." "What is home?" "It feels like a warm place." After waiting for a long time, with only the gentle flow of water around, there was still no response. [Warning, your nutritional value is 0. Please replenish it promptly.] ¡°So hungry, food.¡± Unable to bear the hunger, the little cell finally mustered up a small amount of courage and cautiously swam in one direction. The debris and bubbles occasionally floating by only startled it, failing to pique its interest. The cell sensed food ahead, but unlike before, it didn¡¯t dare rush toward it recklessly. Even in its intense hunger, with cytoplasm seemingly depleting, it continued to cautiously circle the bits of organic matter, slowly consuming what it could. Finally, after confirming there were no other creatures or dangers, it swam over and devoured the organic matter. [You gained one nutritional value.] [Consume one nutritional value, life +1.] [You gained one nutritional value.] [Consume one nutritional value, life +1.] [You gained one nutritional value.] [You gained one nutritional value.] The notifications didn''t sound as pleasant as they used to; instead, they felt cold. Although the hunger had dissipated, the memory of it lingered. Having quickly eaten several pieces of organic matter, the small cell continued to move forward, searching for more food. ... [Entering Biological Editor, main thinking restrictions lifted] ¡°Then, 8051, answer my questions.¡± The voice, weary and tired, echoed throughout the vast biological editing space. [Regarding the inability to think properly: Single-celled organisms naturally cannot think. With system support, the main consciousness can only partially embed some awareness into the organism; the rest remains in a frozen state, thus preventing normal thought. System 8051 explained.] "The time with a lot of food¡ªno, a lot of cell fragments¡ªI died, right, 8051?" ¡°How did I revive?¡± [Strictly speaking, you did not die. What died was the original cell acting as the carrier for your consciousness. If the carrier dies and there is a same-species life form with a mental imprint, the system will automatically transfer the main consciousness to that body. If no such same-species existence is found, the system will use a portion of energy and consciousness to create a new body to house the main consciousness. The loss you suffered was merely the part of your spirit integrated into the deceased body. Relative to your current consciousness and the total spirit amount you control, such death is insignificant. System 8051 replied calmly.] ¡°Insignificant?¡± ¡°8051, that was my first time facing death directly. I didn¡¯t feel anything during the initial transmigration-related death, but this time I watched those huge mouths tear me apart. Insignificant!¡± [The term "insignificant" refers to the loss incurred by your death compared to your total spirit amount, not the fright your spirit experienced. Furthermore, the system retrieves your consciousness right before death to protect your fragile spirit, meaning your memory of death is actually from just before it. For your recent ordeal, 8051 expresses regret. However, it is important to recognize that such an experience can aid in your growth as the main consciousness of your species. System 8051 clarified, hoping not to misunderstand.] ¡°¡­¡­¡± An awkward silence followed. Deep down, Jaal understood. He hadn¡¯t fully accepted the reality of being transmigrated. From the start, he had treated this as a game¡ªignorance or escapism perhaps. But then again, who could readily accept such an extraordinary occurrence? Exiting the biological editor prevented normal thought, sparing Jaal from collapsing under the unfamiliar and overwhelming reality. Often, mental issues arise from excessive and disorganized thinking.Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. Yet, the experiences of the little cell were wholly and clearly retained in consciousness. In the state of a small cell, subconscious actions predominantly took over, reflecting genuine reactions more accurately. "So exhausting, all of this. Mysteriously transmigrated, turned into some species'' main consciousness, forced into this bizarre biological evolution." "Hey, 8051. How can I return?" [For returning to the original world, there are two ways given the current system universe: If your species develops inter-universe travel technology, you can search for your original universe location and return. As the main consciousness, if your individual strength reaches a certain level, granting interdimensional travel abilities, you have a probability of finding and returning to your original space. System 8051 answered.] "The first option clearly takes a long continuation. So, 8051, what about the individual strength for the second option? What does that entail?" [In early biological development, the main consciousness provides mental energy to control the species. Entering the civilization phase, as the species'' quantity and quality improve, they will feed back into the main consciousness, greatly enhancing its strength. Other methods to increase strength require self-exploration by the main consciousness. System 8051 responded.] "Still requires moving forward, huh." ¡°Why is everything under the system framework? 8051, is there a way outside the system?¡± [There is not. System 8051 answered straightforwardly.] ¡°Why?¡± [The system embodies the Dao of this universe; everything is under its regulation. System 8051 answered, expressing reverence for the system.] "Ah¡ª" ¡°This kind of world, this kind of transmigration.¡± ¡°I¡¯m hopeless¡ª¡± ¡°¡­¡­¡± After despairing cries, silence prevailed once more. "Simplistic thoughts like a small cell''s must be easier, right?" For some reason, Jaal suddenly envied the lazy, indifferent thoughts of being a small cell. "Ah¡ª" Calming down, eliminating the strange thoughts, Jaal began to face his current circumstances. "No matter what, having greater control is better than letting things take their course." "It might be simpler like a small cell, but it doesn''t benefit development." "Ah¡ª, ultimately, evolution must continue." Unknowingly, Jaal began accepting his current reality. "However, having a goal is better than aimless living, I suppose." Understanding his capabilities, Jaal felt he should focus on evolving his species rather than scheming. "I''ll treat this as a long, interesting dream." "8051, huh, calling out is a hassle. Can I name you?" [No need, my name is 8051. Our kind is created to assist transmigrators as system support life forms; our numbers are our names. Do not judge other species by personal habits; it¡¯s fundamental for interspecies communication. System 8051 kindly advised.] ¡°Alright, alright.¡± Choosing to forget past matters selectively. Shelving unwanted thoughts entirely was a long-developed habit of Jaal¡¯s, whether good or bad. Currently, it at least allowed temporary relief from previous confusion and dissatisfaction. Then, Jaal contemplated species evolution again. "By the way, 8051, what''s the deal with the group you mentioned earlier? Are there other places with my¡ªno, Little Cell''s kin?" [There are not. Initially, a group refers to a collective with similar or identical cellular makeup. To date, your group reached a maximum of two, and now there¡¯s only one¡ªyour current cell. System 8051 responded, offering condolences regarding the group size.] "Hey, what''s the need for condolences? Why only one cell? How do I grow the group?" "Wait, wasn''t there just one at the start? And the division last time created two, right?" "So, I only need to re-enter the editor for group expansion? 8051?" [Not necessary. In the current single-cell context, ordinary division requires 2 nutritional values and can occur outside the editor. For such division, aside from the body controlled by the main consciousness needing division orders, other group individuals will divide autonomously if their nutritional value exceeds 4 points. Evolution division requires entering the editor, and upon completion, the body controlled by the main consciousness automatically uses 5 nutritional values to divide. Other group life forms will do so upon reaching 6 nutritional values following main consciousness orders. If no evolutionary edit occurs, no division happens upon exiting. System 8051 explained in detail.] "Looks like increasing group size is necessary; collective safety outweighs individual safety." "Moreover, less death is preferable, who knows the limit I can endure." Ending inquiries for now, Jaal refocused on the Little Cell''s 3D image. [Little Cell Primitive single-cell organism, early species in biological evolution. Life: 4/4 Attack: 0 Speed: 2 Nutritional Value: 17 Body DNA Components: Primitive cell oral groove, Cilia x2 Having experienced a clear and tragic death, your pressure (ѼÀæ) has grown considerably. It¡¯s reached a stage where even as a single cell, it cannot be ignored. According to the saying, pressure breeds motivation, so your motivation should have increased significantly.] Ignoring the seemingly summarizing remark, Jaal took in the 17 nutritional points with some reflection. His first death was due to hunger-induced confusion, although the cell hadn¡¯t evolved a ¡°head¡± yet. These nutritional values were carefully gathered over time by the cautious little cell. Shifting focus to the component display. ¡°Ah, still too few selectable components. The current situation suggests increasing group size first. Back to being a small cell, how dreary.¡± ¡°Here is similar to outside, but at least 8051 talks; thoughts are clear. Outside, thoughts are limited but carefree, though.¡± ¡°Oh, 8051. Any way to enhance thinking ability as a small cell?¡± [Please explore independently, System 8051 replied, subtly disdaining the main consciousness¡¯s attempt at an easy way out.] ¡°¡­¡­¡± ¡°Jeez, one moment active, the next quiet.¡± ¡°I¡¯m gone.¡± [Biological editing complete, main consciousness entering Little Cell] [No evolution, consume 2 nutritional value for ordinary division] In the dark waters filled with bubbles and debris, the little cell quivered, splitting into two new cells. Seemingly excited, the two cells circled each other before one began dividing again. The other hovered protectively, seemingly guarding the dividing cell. Time passed, and the exterior cell, lucky to devour an organic piece, eventually enclosed almost identical six small cells within. After their seemingly observational interaction, two cells swam away together, disappearing from the others'' range. Three of the four remaining cells joined the outer cell, surrounding and guarding the central cell, moving in another direction. ¡°Five points left.¡± ¡°More nutrients.¡± The central little cell, housing the main consciousness, thought as such. Leading the protective four companions, Little Cell cautiously navigated its surroundings, swimming purposefully. The space, perhaps invigorated by the emerging cell group, seemed to gain a touch of life and vitality. Chapter 4: Follow In the silent waters, there was not a trace of light. It was unclear whether this was the ocean, a lake, or a river; whether it was the morning dew, a puddle after the rain, or even a raindrop falling. Regardless of whether this world was vast or small, transient or eternal, none of the creatures within would ponder or try to understand it. They only strive for food, for survival in the next moment. Well, generally, that¡¯s how it should be. But there are exceptions to everything. In the silent space, a large body swam closer (large is relative, and relative to what is left unsaid...). Let¡¯s call it Little Chubby, for now. Because it was quite round and large. But the most noticeable feature on its body was the six spikes emitting a chill (metaphorically). In reality, these spikes were just relatively hard flesh. Thinking about it, the name Little Hedgehog might be more suitable, but Little Chubby has fewer letters. And although Little Chubby looked quite intimidating, it was actually very docile and never actively attacked other cells (in the single-cell stage, there are no good organs to observe the world, or none at all, so they''re all generally docile). However, Little Chubby might be even more mild-mannered. This is apparent by the group of small cells trailing behind it, watching intently. These guys had been blatantly following¡ªor perhaps trailing¡ªLittle Chubby for a long time. But the gentle Little Chubby paid them no mind as long as they didn¡¯t snatch food from its mouth. Even when a few smaller cells swirled around Little Chubby, it ignored them. Well, neither Little Chubby nor its followers had eyes, such advanced features. "We¡¯ve been tracking this spiked cell for a while now." "Why is it called a spiked cell?" "I don¡¯t know either." "All this thinking seems to happen subconsciously. I don¡¯t even know why I¡¯m thinking." "The group¡¯s size has increased a lot as it expanded its range to search for food." "Why are we following it?" "It seems to be for the spiked component on its body that could give the group some attack power." "That must be a new component." "How do we get it?" The small cell, surrounded by its kind, wiggled its two cilia and twisted its single-celled body, its outer membrane seeming to move as well. ¡°Follow it.¡± It seemed there was a voice answering in its mind, although the small cell didn¡¯t have a heart. Let¡¯s say there¡¯s a voice in the nucleus, then. How strange. ¡°Have some companions find a cell with attack power, bring it to the spiked cell, and then have it eliminate the spiked cell.¡± It seemed simple, but if a single-celled organism planned it, it would be quite impressive. A few cells swam to the periphery but didn¡¯t go far because the small cell¡¯s perception range was extremely limited. Then they swam back to the spiked cell. After circling it for a while, they returned to the group, and other cells followed suit.This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience. ¡°After the cell with attack power eliminates the spiked cell, have a few cells lure the attack cell away, then absorb the spiked cell''s DNA component.¡± ¡°Ah, so complicated.¡± The small cell wiggled uncomfortably a few times. It didn¡¯t know why it was performing such actions, because thinking about these things was so troublesome. After leaving the editor last time, the small cell had massively reproduced its group, increasing its numbers. Although this reduced the stored nutritional value, the sense of security from having a larger group was irreplaceable for a small cell that had died once. As it roamed with its group, it encountered other single-celled organisms. Most were as peaceful and non-threatening as the small cell, usually alone or in pairs. Large groups were rare. Even cells with attack power wouldn¡¯t attack unless provoked. ¡°No one would be foolish enough to run into them.¡± The small cell thought. The growing group size didn¡¯t just bring a sense of security. At some point, the small cell realized it could extend its search range through its companions, continually expanding it and increasing food discovery rates for the group. During this time, the small cell discovered it could control some companions to perform simple actions, while others instinctively followed the group. Of course, this was beyond the small cell¡¯s limited thinking ability, so it chose to ignore this beneficial phenomenon. Upon encountering the spiked cell not long ago, it generated a sensation similar to when it absorbed the electrode component, prompting the small cell to follow the spiked cell automatically. Since tracking the spiked cell, aside from the main cell, none had reached the nutritional value needed for ordinary division, but none had starved. Again, a few cells swam back from the periphery. Simultaneously, an equal number swam away as if receiving an order, continuing the previous action. Suddenly, the inner main cell sensed something and swam a short distance in a direction. Ahead, a patch of cell fragments floated in the weak current. [One nutritional value gained.] Opening its mouth to swallow the fragments, the small cell quickly returned to the group. ¡°Following continues.¡± ¡°Huh, what is ¡®following¡¯?¡± And so, within the philosophical musings of the little single-cell, the tracking¡ªor rather, following¡ªcontinued. Then, time steadily progressed, skipping quite a distance. Little Chubby wobbled with extreme unease, sensing anomalies in the water, as if something life-threatening approached. Although it hadn¡¯t faced danger since developing spikes, this time felt different, stirring deep-seated fear within Little Chubby. It frantically wiggled the small cilium behind it, the spikes providing no sense of security. Then, it noticed one of those harmless small cells that had been innocuously swimming around, now suddenly dashing frantically towards it. Unexplainably, this previously ignored, harmless cell now filled Little Chubby with dread. Yes, it was the fear of death¡ªa prey¡¯s fear of a predator, although no such distinctions might exist yet. Desperately, Little Chubby wiggled the tiny cilium behind its large body. That little cell quickly overtook it, its two cilia working hard, disappearing into the distance. But the source of fear lingered behind. Suddenly, Little Chubby sensed a tremendous threat flanking its sides. Something swiftly and resolutely squeezed toward the middle, rendering its spikes useless against the pressing threat. With a ¡°bang,¡± the silent waters seemed to echo as Little Chubby¡¯s body burst like a balloon, its cytoplasm diffusing into the surrounding water. ¡°What a large creature.¡± ¡°Not single-celled!¡± ¡°It¡¯s coming our way, danger!¡± Not far from the spiked cell, the central small cell sensed extreme danger upon the creature''s appearance, much like the spiked cell did. Companions around it wiggled uneasily. Sensing the elimination of the spiked cell, the small cell began attracting attention from the creature with a large mouth. However, the small cell¡¯s attempt at distraction failed, as the looming multicellular creature swiftly turned towards the group. ¡°What to do?¡± The small cell wobbled with unease, memories of its previous death surfacing. ¡°Can¡¯t escape.¡± The cell wobbled harder, sending a small cell to attract the creature¡¯s attention, but it ignored the attempt. The creature merely swallowed blocking cells as it resolutely headed toward the group, uninterested in the scattered cells along the way. ¡°Damn it, I don¡¯t want to die again. I don¡¯t want to die!¡± Watching its companions fall to the strange gaping mouth, the small cell turned to flee, trembling with unease. The main cell fled blindly, causing the rest to scatter in different directions instinctively. The large creature paused, then turned toward the nearest cell. ¡°Why wasn¡¯t it distracted?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t want to die again!¡± ¡°Escape, I must escape.¡± Unaware of its now solitary state, the small cell, driven by biological instinct, fled in a straight line. Fortunately, the large creature was preoccupied with nearby prey and didn¡¯t pursue the lone small cell. After swimming some distance and sensing no pursuit, the small cell stopped, its cilia ceasing movement, its membrane quivering intensely. Silence returned to its surroundings, leaving only the lone small cell. ¡°I shouldn¡¯t have escaped.¡± A voice seemed to echo in its nucleus. ¡°Go back.¡± ¡°No, it¡¯s scary, too dangerous.¡± ... After trembling for a long time, the small cell gradually calmed down. Chapter 5: Time "How long have I been in this world?" [Are you sure you want to know? System 8051 is concerned about the main consciousness''s reaction upon learning the truth.] "..." "That tone, it''s like you''re telling me to keep asking," thought Gale, feeling a swarm of imaginary black lines floating around his consciousness. "Wait, is there a problem?" "Uh¡ª?" "Never mind, I can''t figure it out. Just tell me, 8051." [Alright, you would have found out sooner or later. From the moment you arrived in this universe, transitioning through becoming a small cell on a planet just developing single-celled life until you encountered a multicellular organism and asked this question... it has been approximately 323.71 million years. System 8051 answers concisely, awaiting the main consciousness''s reaction.] "..." [...] "Ha, it seems your time units are quite precise, 8051." "Haha." [Though System 8051 is indeed precise, it believes the main consciousness''s statement is somewhat at odds with 8051''s expectations.] "You¡¯ve divided Earth''s seconds into several million years. Haha, truly worthy of the administration." [...] "Alright, if you say so, but even if I can''t feel the exact time now, I''d estimate it couldn''t have been more than half a year." "How could it be hundreds of millions of years?" "It''s like an instant; mountains and oceans change." "Okay, I don''t have fingers now." "Ah! I''m confused." "8051, explain. I need an explanation." [System bases the time calculation on the traveler''s original spacetime''s calendrical system until the traveling species develops a civilization capable of inventing their own calendar. For the traveler''s perception issue, initially, to protect the fragile psyche of the early traveler and maintain stable natural evolution, the perceived flow of time and the actual time do not align. Due to the current understanding capacity of the traveler, further high-level knowledge about time is unnecessary to discuss here. System 8051 answers.] "I see!" "I don''t get it at all." [...] "So, I''m like a several hundred million-year-old monster now, 8051." [In a sense, that is correct, System 8051 answers truthfully.] "By the way, is the time I spend in this space also unequal? Could it be that several hundred thousand years just passed?" [The biological editing space currently has a time flow that is static relative to the external world. System 8051 responds, awaiting further reaction from the main consciousness.] "Oh, thankfully." "But as for expecting further reactions, 8051, I think you better not hold your breath." After ruminating a bit on the passage of time, Gale chose to selectively ignore it again. (Such a useful ability, actually more like escapism.) "Since I can''t sense it, nor do anything about it." "And from the look of things, I seem to have achieved a form of immortality. Haha, luckier than many who traveled before me. As for everything else, best to ignore it." With this mindset, Gale refocused on the 3D hologram, leaving 8051, wherever it existed, slightly disappointed. "The main thing is to quickly advance evolution." "Anything else just distracts from thinking. The more I ponder, the more uneasy I feel." [Small Cell Primitive single-celled organism, early-stage species of biological evolution. Life: 4/4 Attack: 0 Speed: 2 Nutrient Value: 49 DNA Components: Primitive cell mouth hook, Cilia ¡Á2 As the main consciousness of a group, and an evolved single-celled organism, having more companions makes you feel safer. Yet due to low control and the demise of companions, your pressure is once again on the rise, a tragedy. When first confronted by multicellular organisms, becoming a multicellular organism that can bully single-celled organisms became your current goal.] "Nutrient Value: 49" Gale opened the component display and reviewed the description of the electric component. "Cost: 50 (Nutrient Value) (Insufficient nutrients, cannot equip)." "You got to be kidding me." "My poor heart, where are you? Give me a heart attack already." "Why does it feel like ever since I traveled here, I''ve been constantly shocked?" ... "Forget it, with the current situation, better equip the low-end spike component first. Consider the high-end electric component once there''s enough safety and a higher number of companions."Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. "Isn''t there a saying: ''Don''t go for the most advanced, go for the most suitable.''" [Spikes Compressed flesh tissue, attacks enemies with the pointed end. Attack: 1 Cost: 15 (Nutrient Value) (Can be purchased and equipped)] "Not cheap, either." "Well, it''s better than nothing." Thinking so, Gale used his consciousness tendrils (okay, seems like a tentacle monster now) to drag two spike components onto the holographic display. He slowly adjusted their positions so the two spikes formed a small "Y" shape with the small cell. This made the cell appear as if it had grown two horns. Well, that''s exactly what it was. Staring at the adjusted hologram, Gale imagined its movements in his mind and then checked the remaining 19 points of nutrient value. "Might as well add another cilium. The higher speed during a charge attack, the more damage it might inflict." "Of course, speed is also crucial for escape. When facing danger with multicellular organisms, seeing spike cells proves that these spikes are useless; speed is needed for retreats." "Or rather, for repositioning, yes." Resolutely, Gale spent another 10 points to attach one more cilium at the rear. Satisfied with the newly evolved small cell, Gale felt it was a good improvement, at least possessing some attack power, with three cilia providing better speed. With the ability to sense through his spreading group, food and life seemed better secured. However, recalling the spiked cell (poor little fatty) that was crushed by that big-mouthed multicellular organism, Gale''s elation faded. "I swear, once I evolve into a multicellular organism, I''ll take down that damn thing." "That''s this body''s grudge, indeed." [Small Cell Slightly evolved primitive single-celled organism, early-stage species of biological evolution. Life: 7/7 Attack: 2 Speed: 3 Nutrient Value: 9 DNA Components: Primitive cell mouth hook, Cilia ¡Á3, Spike ¡Á2 Pressure has decreased, congratulations. With two spikes growing, it seems there¡¯s nothing more to fear, in your opinion. Indeed, among single cells, you¡¯re quite formidable. However, you must realize that the era of multicellular organisms is fast approaching, and you remain single-celled, faced with this reality.] "I know, but I still need to take it step by step." Satisfied with the modified description, Gale did not change the name in the pop-up name field. He simply selected "complete." "How many years will pass before my next visit?" "One hundred million? Two hundred million? Or..." The dim space fell silent again. [Biological editing complete, main consciousness enters small cell.] [Consume 5 nutrient points for evolutionary division.] [Warning, your nutrient value is below the safe level of 6, please replenish nutrients promptly.] Division occurred once more, and in the blink of an eye, the old version 1.0 small cell became two 1.1 fully updated cells. Gale, accustomed to humanity¡¯s long ten-month gestation, marveled again. In the dim waters, three small cells swam around the main cell. Slowly, the three outer small cells began to replicate each other''s movements: swimming forward together, turning together, accelerating together. However, it was evident that the evolved small cell was notably faster and more agile than the two non-evolved counterparts. Then, the three small cells returned to the main consciousness''s side. "Let''s start with one." As it began moving inward, the evolved small cell accelerated, executing an S-shaped maneuver around the perimeter, and then charging back inward. The two spikes on its front end gave off an additional air of menace. Just as it was about to approach the inner circle, the small cell halted. "Let''s try with two." The two non-evolved small cells, now moving inward, simultaneously executed different maneuvers¡ªsometimes crossing each other''s paths, sometimes moving at varied speeds, sometimes circling one another. Then they too returned to the main consciousness cell. "Increase the number to three." The evolved small cell and its two counterparts replicated various actions again, but this time, their movements were evidently less agile than before. Well, though for single cells, it wasn''t much of a difference. However, there was some variance. Returning to the main cell, which had remained still after initiating different actions earlier, the three small cells reformed around it. Now, the small cell, slightly rigid, moved its three rear cilia. With cilia swishing through the water, the small cell swam to join its non-evolved companions, which paused briefly before "joyfully" swimming again. "Non-evolved cells must start accumulating nutrients to achieve evolutionary division." "Along with myself, I can control no more than three at a time." The small cell pulsated, gathering the few small cells. "Well, what are these three?" "The current goal is more nutrients." "Food." Thinking this, the small cell, leading its companions, swam with two non-evolved cells in tow while the evolved cell scouted ahead, observing its sensorial perception of the world as they ventured into unknown territory. Unknown time passed once more in silence. Previously serene space remained quiet (well, because small cells lack hearing¡ªthe system prompts affect the consciousness). However, a multitude of single-celled organisms had begun to appear, their origins unknown. In this dark space, a small column approached a patch of organic matter. Called a column not due to any lack but simply because of its cylindrical body. Slowly drifting with the current, the cylindrical body of the small column neared the food source. However, fate seemed unkind today, as danger loomed just before it reached the food (disturbance in water currents). With no time to identify the source of risk (lacking sensory organs to do so), the column instinctively reacted¡ªits body contracting sharply at the midpoint. Simultaneously, water shot out from one end, launching the column forward like a rocket. Escaped? Not yet. The column''s ill fortune persisted as another single cell appeared ahead. Facing the column, two protruding spikes glistened menacingly, awaiting collision. You cannot escape. As the opposing cell anticipated the cylindrical cell''s impending collision and demise, the cylinder miraculously twisted its slender body, avoiding disaster by narrowly grazing the spike. Escaped! Thus, the column that narrowly avoided historical infamy, arrived discreetly and departed swiftly, leaving behind a trail of water and a group of stunned small cells in its wake. Debris continued to float, silently recounting its erstwhile owner''s tale. "Wow, impressive!" "What¡¯s impressive?" "Uh, well, let''s just ignore that question as usual." "What¡¯s usual?" "Continuing as usual." ... With its three cilia twitching, the small cell shrugged off its outer membrane in apparent circular thought, pausing momentarily before leading a group of five back towards three hapless small cells left behind at the battleground. Especially the small cell responsible for intercepting that still proudly bore its spikes, awaiting a collision that would never occur. Since it could only direct three companions to different actions at once, the main consciousness cell deployed three small cells to ambush the cylindrical jet cell discovered earlier. However, as things stood now, the mission failed. "Well, failure isn''t new." Calling the three companions back, the small cell moved towards the organic matter the column barely missed. "At least I took your food, no loss for me." Thinking this, the small cell lazily swayed its three cilia. Although it was already faster than most single-celled organisms, compared to the jet-like speed of the column, its energy-efficient tri-axial drive could only pale in comparison. However, today seemed like an unlucky day for the small cell. Just as it was about to consume, it detected a sudden acceleration in surrounding currents. Choosing quickly to abandon the food, the small cell immediately led its uneasy companions away from the current, while the organic matter was washed into the darkness behind. The anomaly arrived swiftly and faded just as quickly. Soon the tumultuous currents stilled. The small cell led the group a bit further before eventually slowing. Turning toward the darkened zone behind it, the small cell halted. Though it could perceive far more than other single-celled organisms, and had a full 360-degree psychic perception, the conscious mind retained human habits, making forward perception clearer. The shadowy region lay beyond its range, but the small cell, or rather the main consciousness, sensed something massive (relative to itself) moving there. Chapter 6: Cluster Having encountered a multicellular organism once, the small cells waited quietly, knowing what the large shadow, the disturbed water flow, and the environmental changes signified. This was undoubtedly another multicellular organism. ¡°Is it the split-jaw?¡± ¡°There¡¯s no winning against it now.¡± Glancing back at their group, the small cell opened its mouth hook dejectedly. The small cells shrank back and continued to wait. They had no questions about why the main consciousness cell remained in this dangerous spot; they simply followed its lead, focusing on finding food, accumulating nutrients, and reproducing¡ªeven as they felt extreme anxiety. Slowly, a massive body emerged from the shadow, a huge opening at its front. The hole opened slowly, drawing in a rush of water along with cell debris, organics, and other detritus, almost like a miniature black hole. As the hole gradually closed, the water flow returned to normal. Fortunately, the clever redirection by the small cells allowed them to escape the powerful current. Only then did the small cell feel a hint of lingering fear. ¡°Not going for the food was the right choice.¡± ¡°The big mouth is not the split-jaw.¡± ¡°The split-jaw¡¯s mouth splits open, the big mouth doesn¡¯t.¡± ¡°The big mouth is also much larger than the split-jaw.¡± The small cell wiggled its three cilia, leading the group to retreat a little further. The big mouth swam slowly past where the small cells had been. The small cell noticed the multicellular organism¡¯s enormous body had two flagella, thicker than the small cell itself, slowly swaying and propelling it forward. ¡°Let¡¯s get out of here.¡± ¡°There¡¯s no food here anymore.¡± With this in mind, the small cell led its group away from the line of the big mouth¡¯s path, heading in another direction. The multicellular organism, continuing its opening and closing motion, ignored the small cells entirely, as if unaware of their presence. ¡°Does it have a lot of food on it?¡± While swimming, a bold idea crossed the small cell''s mind. Perhaps its spikes could harm the big mouth, and their speed seemed faster than the big mouth¡¯s. ¡°Many ants can bite an elephant to death, right?¡± Shaking slightly with the thought, the small cell glanced at its wobbly companions. ¡°Forget it.¡± Even if those pathetic spikes could harm the big mouth, relying on these struggling companions, the success rate might be lower than an EVA going berserk. Up ahead, they encountered a group of small cells¡ªcommon single-celled organisms with a single cilium and a mouth hook, which the small cell privately dubbed "moving food." After all, the small cell itself was once like this. Discarding impractical notions, the small cell led the group in an organized fashion toward the tangible food before them. Time continued to pass unnoticed, carrying on its indifferent path. ¡°This is the advance scout first squad, no abnormalities detected.¡± ¡°This is the outer scout second squad, no abnormalities detected.¡± ¡°Alright, this is the flagship. First squad, return to protect the flagship, outer second squad advances, third squad takes over as the outer scout.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡­ ¡°This is the outer third squad, we¡¯ve spotted a hostile fleet of four cells on the lower right side.¡± ¡°They¡¯ve noticed us and are approaching. Please advise.¡± ¡°Outer third squad, return. Second squad, turn right, follow an arc route to circle behind them and prevent their escape. Central first squad, turn right and advance with me. Wipe them out.¡± ¡°Oh¡ª.¡± ¡°This is the second squad, we¡¯ve moved behind them without proximity to avoid detection, requesting permission to attack.¡±If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement. ¡°This is the flagship, we and the first squad are engaging two of the enemy vessels, third squad has diverted the other two, assist third squad in eliminating them, then return to assist.¡± ¡°Yes, second squad, for the future of the group, attack!¡± ¡­ The battle ended. Well, the above described the clash between the small cell group and four hostile cells¡ªplease imagine the process yourself. Ahaha. The skirmish in the tranquil space concluded swiftly, with the small cell and its nine companions easily defeating the intrusive hostile cells. In truth, these so-called hostile cells merely had minor offensive capabilities. Having consumed the defeated cells'' remnants, the small cell wiggled its spikes in satisfaction, celebrating their victory. Recently, life in these waters had steadily increased, with most single-celled organisms forming small clusters. As long as nutrients were sufficient, the docile single cells would divide collectively. Once, the wandering small cell even discovered a cluster of nearly a hundred cells, and it was foreseeable that these clusters would continue to grow. However, considering the increased nutrient demands of large clusters, combined with its control limitations, the current population size adequately met the group¡¯s needs, so the small cell temporarily capped it at ten. Although the small cell itself didn¡¯t know why, if the number exceeded ten, reaching fifteen, five cells would leave the group in a single direction. ¡°Companions are everywhere by now.¡± Food acquisition during the single-cell stage was largely a matter of luck. The small cell didn¡¯t know its luck, and it wasn¡¯t human anymore. Hence, it led the group to consume any accessible food, accumulating nutrient points and expanding the group¡¯s range through division and dispatching cells, though the main consciousness didn¡¯t know if this approach would be beneficial. It could be billions of years before the outcome was evident, but the small cell remained enthusiastic about it. Though the small cell¡¯s group hadn¡¯t met a previously dispatched companion, the small cell continued dreaming of a world filled with bio-branches spawned from itself. The main consciousness now adeptly controlled three companions while managing simpler actions independently. The small cells were grouped into threes: one for perimeter movement, one to clear the path, and one for rear defense. This allowed the small cell to manage nine companions, despite limiting them to three different simple actions¡ªa method seen as effective by the main consciousness. ¡°More companions are needed.¡± The small cell realized that multicellular organisms were becoming more common. Following the encounter with the big mouth, the small cell met three more multicellular organisms, fortunately, all with ¡°docile¡± natures (the entire biological world seemed this way now). Additionally, after discovering a cluster nearing a hundred, the quantity of single-celled organisms continued to rise. While floating organic matter remained plentiful relative to the biological population, competition felt quietly intense. Clusters encountered one another without consciousness but would still consume each other. The emergence of more substantial clusters instilled a subtle tension in the small cell, as if every organism was vying for food and searching for ways to evolve. ¡°Companions need to increase.¡± ¡°Electrodes, attack capability.¡± ¡°More food.¡± With these thoughts, the small cell led the group, continuing forward with three companions scouting ahead. That''s where more nutrients lay. Certainly, more dangers too. ¡°Eh¡ªwhat¡¯s this?¡± The small cell, trailing a dozen companions, moved toward a seemingly solitary "moving food" that three companions had just dispatched. Aside from its unfortunate isolation, eliminating such single-celled organisms became a routine task for the small cell. Yet, reality often defies expectations. The recently eliminated "moving food" had its cell debris consumed by the attacking three small cells. Still, an object excited the small cell immensely¡ªa new DNA component chain appeared among the debris. It had been a long time since the small cell last exited the biological editor¡ªor so it felt. Aside from encountering the lucky cylindrical jet cell, the small cell group hadn¡¯t met any single-celled organisms with new components. However, a significant number of nutrients had been accumulated through mass reproduction of the same species. Of course, the small cell didn¡¯t know what nutrient points were; it merely gathered them out of habit, as if previously planned. Just when the small cell felt the need to return to the biological editor, it fortuitously encountered this hapless isolated single cell. ¡°Could this be the protagonist mode I¡¯ve heard about?¡± Returning to the main topic. Fixating on the DNA component chain beside it, the small cell didn¡¯t question why this strange isolated single cell had a new DNA chain; it unhesitatingly devoured it, seemingly concerned about a repeat of the prior food rivalry involving the big mouth. Once the DNA component chain was successfully integrated, the small cell relaxed, reducing the frantic outer membrane oscillations to normal levels. Yet the oscillation soon resumed at an elevated pace. ¡°New component = more choices = higher survival rate = closer to multicellular.¡± This strange equation emerged in the small cell¡¯s unstoppable thoughts. Though the small cell had no idea what this meant, it felt the newly absorbed DNA component chain would accelerate the group¡¯s evolution. From the beginning, the small cell sensed these elements were crucial. After a few more excited flicks of its cilia, the small cell felt the DNA chain¡¯s integration complete, accompanied by the anticipated mysterious voice. [Successfully acquired new DNA fragment. Proceed with division reproduction and enter the biological editing space?] Surveying the dark space around, the small cell noted its twenty-odd companions surrounding it in a spherical formation, with no apparent threats nearby. This perception was psychological for the main consciousness; current sensing range meant danger would only reveal itself upon confrontation. Yet, this was already far superior compared to other single cells, which only reacted upon contact. [Entering the biological editor, main consciousness restrictions lifted.] ¡°Ah, 8051, Gale is back.¡± [¡­] ¡°Hey, shouldn¡¯t you be saying ¡®Welcome back, Master¡¯ in an adorable voice now?¡± [¡­] ¡°No sense of flair, honestly.¡± ¡°8051, for a being, being silent all day is tiring. Feel life, feel the world. Like me¡ªI experience the world as a small cell, making a monotonous world lively. Right?¡± [¡­] ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Tch, your life is so dull, truly.¡± ¡°Ignore it. I¡¯ll continue with my grand plan for small cell evolution. Once they evolve intelligence, I¡¯ll finally have someone to chat with, discuss life, the universe, and everything.¡± This verbose soliloquy, occupying time now static relative to the external environment, was immeasurable. Finally, after ending the chatter¡ª ¡°Feels good to talk; being a small cell clouds the mind. Here, I can speak freely.¡± ¡°Now, let¡¯s see my cute little cells. With all other single cells forming large clusters, our numbers are lacking. And those pesky multicellular organisms... I¡¯ll become one soon enough and devour you all. Ahahaha.¡± Chapter 7: Evolution Ah Q may be subject to ridicule and contempt, but who knows how many people in the world today are Ah Qs without realizing it? At least he lived happier than most, didn''t he? So Gale doesn''t mind occasionally cosplaying as Ah Q. "By the way, 8051, it seems like the sensing range of the small cells I control is much larger than that of other small cells? Other small cells seem to only perceive things within the range of a single cilium''s length; they have to bump into something to know it''s there." [The main cell''s perception is composed of its biological sensory and the main consciousness''s partially diffused psychic perception. The reason the main cell''s perception range is larger than others of its kind is that it possesses diffused psychic perception, which normal small cells lack. System 8051 responds per protocol.] "Is there a way to expand the perception range, 8051?" [Yes. The methods currently provided by the system are: 1. Obtain more advanced sensory components. 2. Enhance the biological body''s psychic capacity. System 8051 responds.] "I''m already looking everywhere for components myself." "Enhance psychic capacity? How is that done? Any tips from the system, 8051?" [No, please explore on your own. The system 8051 repeats this message.] "Are those the only two methods, 8051?" [The system currently offers only those two method suggestions. Please explore other methods independently. The system 8051 repeats this message.] "Tch, stingy fellow." [The system is doing its utmost to protect you by encouraging self-evolution under your fragile psyche. System 8051 explains.] "Fine, fine." "Finding better sensory components depends on luck, I guess." "¡­" "Ah, so asking all these questions amounted to nothing." "Oh right, I just got a new component, didn''t I? Let''s see what it is. Exciting!" Ending the ¡°ineffective¡± conversation with 8051, Gale focused his attention on the holographic display. [Small Cell Primitive single-celled life form, early-stage species in biological evolution. Life: 7/7 Attack: 2 Speed: 3 Nutrient Value: 78 DNA Components: Primitive cell mouth hook, Cilia ¡Á3, Spikes ¡Á2 You¡¯ve been a single-celled organism for a long time now, and it seems like you''re somewhat adapting to this world. But you still long for interaction¡ªwhether it''s through eye contact, speech, gestures, or even deeper communication. However, these seem distant prospects. For now, you are merely a small single cell striving towards multicellular evolution.] "Tch, what does ''deeper communication'' even mean?" "Never mind, I''ll ignore you." "My lovely new component, your master is here, haha!" Skillfully opening the component display window, Gale focused his attention on the quietly floating new component in the fifth slot. [Ocellus Light sensor, a component that grants the cell a basic ability to perceive light intensity. Cost: 10 (Nutrient Value) (Can be purchased and equipped)] "It''s an eye! Didn''t expect to find a sensory component so soon after discussing it. Lucky." "Finally, I can see the world with open eyes. The colorful world!" (Clearly, Gale ignores the difference between a primitive ocellus and a full-fledged eye, but that''s just how it is.) Calming his excitement, though without a heart organ to worry about overexcitement, Gale, in his spiritual state, wasn¡¯t worried about heart failure. Focusing on the ocellus, just as Gale was about to equip it, he hesitated. "Wait, do I have enough nutrient points? I also want to equip the electrode I''ve long desired. Better make sure it''s possible." Turning his attention to the nutrient value. "Hooray, I''ve accumulated 78 points this time." "Let''s see, equipping the electrode costs 50 points. An ocellus is 10 points, but I can''t be a cyclops, so that''s 20 for two. That''s a total of 70 points, plus another 5 for evolutionary division." "Ah, currency¡ªthe eternal inadequacy in every place, time, and form. Good thing I kept 3 points as a buffer, but after this, I¡¯ll need to quickly find more food."Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings. Seeing the nutrient value meet his needs, Gale eagerly placed the two ocelli symmetrically on either side of the small cell''s front, near the base of the spikes. Then, with a heart full of mixed emotions at achieving his goal, Gale reminisced about the struggles since his first entry into the biological editing space, as he finally equipped the long-desired electrode component. ¡°Now I¡¯m practically invincible, hehe.¡± ¡°Of course, among single-celled organisms.¡± ¡°Well, among the known single-celled organisms.¡± Despite feeling increasingly disheartened by this thought, Gale tried to brush it off while calming his excitement a bit. Attaching the electrode component just beneath the mouth hook, Gale admired the now formidable-looking small cell. The two front spikes gleamed coldly, with three cilia providing decent speed. The newly equipped electrode promised lethal strikes, while the ocelli granted basic vision. Nodding with satisfaction, Gale relaxed a bit, later joking¡ªor rather, engaging with 8051 emotionally. Struggling to think of further questions, Gale concluded this editing session. [Small Cell Primitive single-celled life form, early-stage species in biological evolution. Life: 10/10 Attack: 5 Speed: 3 Nutrient Value: 8 DNA Components: Primitive cell mouth hook, Cilia ¡Á3, Spikes ¡Á2, Electrode, Ocellus ¡Á2 This evolution makes you a formidable presence among single-celled organisms. Although still a single cell, you can bully other less numerous single cells. However, against other heavily clustered single cells and the multicellular bosses you still can¡¯t defeat, your pressure hasn¡¯t decreased. Keep working hard, you think, feeling daunted.] "Tch, always leaves me speechless." "Guess I''ll keep increasing the numbers." "See you next time, dear 8051." [Biological editing complete, consciousness entering small cell.] [Consume 5 nutrient points for evolutionary division.] [Warning, your nutrient value is below the safe level of 6, please replenish nutrients soon.] ¡°Why don¡¯t these eyes show color?¡± ¡°Huh, what is color?¡± ¡°There¡¯s not even any light.¡± The newly evolved small cell wobbled its seemingly head-like front end, the nearly invisible ocelli at the base of its spikes moving slightly. ¡°Could it be broken? That¡¯s unlikely.¡± ¡°What does ¡®broken¡¯ mean?¡± ¡°Maybe there¡¯s just no light in this area.¡± ¡°What is light, anyway?¡± ¡°That must be it.¡± Confused and inexplicably frustrated, the small cell twitched its respiratory membrane a few times. Habitually instructing its surrounding companions to accumulate nutrients for evolution, the small cell chose a random direction to swim toward. The surroundings remained pitch black, devoid of any light. The ocelli seemingly had no effect. Switching to another perspective¡ªthis time, a powerful multicellular organism, unnamed for laziness, so we''ll call it One-eye for its distinctive black visual organ, in addition to a moderately-sized mouth and two flagella. Today, One-eye continued carefree swimming. Originally, One-eye lived in a place awash with light. But one day, the mischievous One-eye swam in the wrong direction, plunged into a fast current, and ended up in this dark place, where its photosensitive organ detected not a flicker of light. Fortunately, few organisms could threaten it here, and although the space lacked abundant organic matter, the plentiful single-celled organisms satisfied One-eye greatly. Still, a glimmer of hope for light remained. Hmm?! Mid-swing, One-eye was startled. Just now, a flash seemed to pass by, but after a tiny loop with its eye, the earlier sight felt like an illusion. For One-eye, merely a small multicellular microorganism, illusions were far-off concepts, yet it opted to disregard the fleeting glimmer, despite its longing. After several loops yielded nothing, One-eye resumed its leisurely swim. Yet today, One-eye''s desire for light might just be realized briefly. On the verge of resuming its aimless wander, One-eye spotted a faint glimmer to its left front. In this long-darkened space, it was unmistakably conspicuous, not vanishing but mischievously reappearing after disappearing from view. One-eye was thrilled. Light, even if fleeting, was eternal in its sight. Long-absent, the light drew One-eye like an oasis in a desert. It vigorously swung its two flagella, maximizing its potential, swimming vigorously toward the persistent glimmer. Despite the distant seeming distance, One-eye¡¯s dash rapidly closed the gap. Almost there! One-eye felt the glowing seemed to multiply, spurring its swim with renewed vigor. At last, One-eye neared the light source. Were there a few single cells near the light? Perplexed, One-eye paid little heed, the light¡¯s allure overpowering curiosity about these anomalies, swimming toward the bright spots. Why is it dark again? As One-eye approached those glowing cells, the small cells before it and the surrounding non-glowing ones suddenly scattered like headless flies. The light had ceased flickering long before. Displeased, One-eye¡¯s hunger stirred. So, it lunged at nearby single cells, voraciously consuming several. Then, the scattering cells seemed to reorganize, splitting into three groups, swimming in different directions. Unfazed, One-eye turned toward the nearest cluster, pursuing it. But these miserable creatures moved swiftly, vanishing after consuming only a few. Still yearning for light, One-eye resumed its aimless swim. Lacking a brain, it didn¡¯t dwell on the event, whereas the pursued small cells certainly didn¡¯t share its leisure. ¡°Why did another multicellular show up?¡± The small cell helplessly twisted its round body, and upon ensuring it wasn¡¯t pursued, collected its scattered companions, pondering the encounter. Upon exiting the biological editor, the main consciousness cell realized the nutrient points spent on ocelli seemed wasted. Frustrated, it chose a direction post departure, then encountered a common cluster of hostile single cells. With rampant reproduction, single-cell numbers rose, not crowded but frequently clustering within the time it took to expend a bit of nutrients¡ªconsidered rather fortunate. ¡°The ocelli were useless, but at least the electrode should work.¡± With that thought, the small cell, the only one with an electrode component, led three companions ahead at full speed, directing the group to catch up, then accelerated towards the hostiles. Nearing them, the hostiles sensed danger through water disturbances, initiating a skirmish. Unsurprisingly, the small cell¡¯s slightly superior perception always ensured it attacked only assured victories, emphasizing the process over outcome. Continuing its habitual tactic of overwhelming with more against fewer, leaving one enemy relatively unharmed¡ªnot out of nonexistent mercy, but to safely test the electrode component. Struggling to direct three companions while dodging spikes and restricting the enemy, the small cell charged forward. ¡°Charge energy, fire!¡± Chapter 8: Light "Charge energy, fire!" A faint spark of electricity suddenly lit up the dark space. As soon as the electric current generated from the small cell dispersed, the entire small section of the water was enveloped within the range of the discharge. The poor test subject cell was completely immobilized, and even the un-evolved small cell companions were affected, displaying symptoms of mild electrical paralysis. Yet, it seemed the small cell was unaware of the nearly lifeless test subject and the somewhat clumsy movements of its companions. It appeared as if the small cell itself was paralyzed by the shock. In the aftermath of this brief discharge, time seemed to freeze within the small gathering of cells; it was as if time itself had paused. The small cell wasn''t paralyzed by its own shock; it ceased movement and ignored its surroundings simply because, in that instant of discharge, the previously disregarded ocelli reacted to the faint light generated by the electricity. In that moment, the ocelli saw a flicker of light. Imagine a person who has been in the dark for a long time suddenly seeing a flash, no matter how weak; what would their reaction be? Since crossing over, Gale had become a consciousness without a physical body¡ªlacking vision, hearing, touch, and all sensory abilities dependent on a physical form. Despite the presence of psychic sensory abilities, Gale''s indifferent temperament, and system adjustments (mainly the latter), he avoided the breakdown a normal person would face upon losing all senses. Yet, when the simple light-sensing ocelli detected that electrical flash, it reminded the part of Gale''s consciousness inhabiting the small cell of the long-buried loneliness he''d felt since transmigrating. The group was getting larger, more of his kind were appearing, but they were still just ordinary single cells without intelligence, incapable of communication. The eight-zero-five-one (8051) in the biological editing space only responded occasionally. Was it due to a lack of intimacy? Gale sometimes wondered. But this wasn''t a dating sim (GALGAME). The dark and deep biological world offered Gale no warmth¡ªit only brought an increasing competitive pressure. Suddenly, the racial burden pressed down, bringing suffocation, making his transmigration seem far from the imagined wonder. But these were inescapable. Only through distraction and forgetting could Gale continue to persist, or at least that''s what Gale thought. Yet, the unexpected light made Gale feel an urge to confront his reality directly. Light. A faint light. A powerful light. ¡°So tired.¡± The space had long returned to darkness, the tiny small cell gently swayed its cilia. Now it seemed to recall the feeling of facing death for the first time. Darkness, fear, loneliness. That was the feeling back then, but isn¡¯t it also the feeling this world gives Gale now? Light, communication, friends. Humans are social creatures; no one can survive normally in isolation, deprived of communication. Even as Gale no longer counted as human, he stubbornly held onto the human will, resisting the erosion of human memory over time. Because losing these memories meant no longer being himself. And what would that be? What am I? In the editing space, Gale would sometimes ask himself this question, as if he were a small cell with restricted thinking: knowing nothing, understanding nothing. The true species'' main consciousness? This was one conclusion Gale contemplated, perhaps what the system expected, for the betterment of the species. But... I don''t want to let go. Gale thought bitterly. Companions, intelligence, civilization. He no longer wanted to remain silent; the voice that suddenly emerged seemed to offer a path¡ªa suitable path for the present. ¡°Yes. Evolve.¡± ¡°Develop intelligence.¡± ¡°Create civilization.¡± The small cell seemed to regain some clarity, though it didn¡¯t understand. The main consciousness seemed to comprehend something. Wiggling its cilia, stirring a small whirlpool, the still slightly puzzled small cell realized that the test subject had already been devoured by its awakened companions, even the remnants shared among them, and two other small cells had begun evolutionary division, soon creating four electric cells.This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. ¡°Eat well, grow up fast.¡± Gradually, other cells in the group gathered around, encircling the small cells like vigilant guards, patrolling habitually. Upon calming down and reflecting on the prior events, the small cell realized that the electrode component could be used even without an enemy target, although as seen earlier, the discharge affected friend and foe alike¡ªat least until better control over the electrical attack was achieved. At this point, two small cells had completed division. Surveying the surroundings, the group boasted five cells equipped with electrodes, including itself¡ªa formidable force for small cell communities. ¡°Light, I want to see it again.¡± Guiding the un-evolved companions to a safer distance to avoid being caught in the crossfire, the small cell and its four electrified partners took turns discharging. Electricity flared through the water, bringing a faint touch of light to the dim space. ¡°Light is beautiful.¡± Though the ocelli could only sense the presence or absence of light and not see shapes or outlines, the emergence of such light only brought delight without adverse effects. The small cell knew the space would soon return to darkness. But it steadfastly believed that continuous progress would one day bring it into the warm sunlight. When would that be? ¡°Who knows.¡± ¡°If we¡¯ve survived billions of years, what''s a few billion more?¡± Evolution does not stop. Greedily enjoying the brief illumination, the small cell was content with its ocelli''s mere ability to sense light¡¯s presence. However, evolution''s world is also a harsh one. The restless signals from the outer companions shocked the small cell and served as a reminder not to let its guard down. Immediately halting the electrical discharges, the small cell enhanced its perception through its companions¡¯ augmentation, feeling a tinge of fear again. Another multicellular organism. ¡°Such great luck, huh.¡± ¡°When did it appear?¡± Instinctively swiveling, the small cell turned around. Confusion swept over the group, as a multicellular creature abruptly stopped its charge toward them and swallowed a few nearby small cells in one gulp. ¡°Can''t run.¡± At a critical moment, the small cell recalled the once vast, oppressive space. ¡°Let the other small cells distract it, so I can escape.¡± ¡°I won¡¯t.¡± ¡°If companions perish, they¡¯ll just divide again, as long as I survive.¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Run away again?¡± ¡°No!¡± ¡°I am the species'' main consciousness.¡± ¡°I''ll lead them to continue evolving.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll make them my true companions.¡± Halting its imminent retreat, the small cell quickly organized surrounding cells through psychic control, dividing them into three groups. The largest, farthest from danger, swam swiftly in one direction, with a middle group following closely, while the remaining engaged in guerrilla tactics using speed to evade. Though it wished to test eliminating the threat, the small cell¡¯s spiked attacks failed even to breach the creature¡¯s exterior, prompting all cells under the main consciousness to swiftly withdraw. ... Gathering once again with its companions, the small cell felt relieved that all had three cilia, allowing agility and speed that outmatched the multicellular predator. The electric cells, initially targeted, fortunately kept their distance, suffering no losses, and only a few other cells were caught and devoured. ¡°We need light.¡± Reflecting on the initial sighting of One-eye, where the inner layer¡¯s electrical discharge cells were its target, the small cell concluded. ¡°Never lower your guard.¡± Summarizing its experience, the small cell sensed One-eye hadn¡¯t pursued them. In reality, avoiding drawing its attention with light reduced the likelihood of detection at their current distance. Reintegrating the group, the small cell led them back into the darkness, intent on evolving them into true companions. In the pitch-black waters, a massive cluster of single cells moved slowly. Their numbers perhaps reached one or two hundred, considered a medium-sized cluster in this space. While each cell haphazardly wiggled its single cilium and randomly pointed its spike, the cluster maintained a cohesive direction. Not far off, a few small cells¡¯ figures flickered in and out of view. ¡°We can probably overcome them.¡± ¡°The smallest cluster we¡¯ve encountered lately.¡± Encircled by over ninety companions, the small cell assessed its largely electrode-enhanced group. Recently, most single cells had formed medium to large groups of dozens to hundreds, beyond the small cell¡¯s clear perception, though it lacked the concept of counting. Encounters with multicellular organisms also increased, yet escape was aided by agile speed and reflexes. While these would be considered bad news, there was good news too. Notably, the small cell discovered that as its perception expanded through the augmented group, control over its cells deepened, and the number of electrode-equipped cells grew, seemingly enhancing cognitive ability. Though neighboring cells couldn¡¯t drift too far apart, lest the psychic links break. With a general understanding of this, the small cell expanded the number of electrode-enhanced cells, boosting its cognitive capacity and perception range, greatly improving the group¡¯s alert capabilities, hunting, and escape successes. However, an enlarged group increased food demands. Moreover, the small cell observed the electrode component¡¯s significant nutrient drain. It seemed then, as in the past civilization, that many things could be bought, yet sustainability remained a big challenge. Now, the occasional floating organics and cells no longer sufficed for the group''s needs. Large inorganic clusters were sparsely distributed, making them improbable finds for a small cell. Other cell groups might curtail activity or hibernate to cope, but the small cell wouldn''t do so. ¡°Waste of time.¡± This was the small cell''s thought. Thus, the small cell resolved to focus primarily on actively hunting weaker cell groups to secure ample food. The non-aggressive cluster ahead was the smallest they¡¯d encountered. Naturally, it became the current prey. Assessing the group, prey, and surroundings, the small cell led its group closer. In reality, the distance was minor, separated by just a cell¡¯s length, undetected unless contact disturbed the water¡ªone of the small cell''s major advantages and a key to its success. Upon nearing, the small cell ordered an electrode-equipped team to charge through the prey¡¯s center, splitting their group; a mixed team moved to block and converge, encircling the segments, while the remaining cells joined in attacking. Under the influence of electricity, those not surrounded would scatter instinctively, mirroring the small cell¡¯s past escape. The surrounded cells, outnumbered and outmatched, faced systematic destruction. This was the plan. And reality unfolded accordingly. Commanding the elimination of this half, the small cells swiftly consumed the debris. Yet, they deferred division, the small cell leading a prompt retreat, wary of attracting another multicellular predator due to electrical activity. Eliminating one might be feasible; multicellular organisms¡¯ large size and high defense posed challenges. The small cell, or Gale, couldn''t afford companion losses, even if eradication required time and many sacrifices. ¡°I can''t risk the group.¡± Reflecting on its companions, though victorious, it lost about a dozen to spikes. Fortunately, the group gained much-needed nutrients from half the prey. Storing nutrient reserves across all cells, even unevolved ones, the small cell sought a seemingly safe locale to re-enter the biological editing space. It needed to contemplate strategies for handling large cell groups and evolving into multicellular organisms. These were considerations beyond the small cell''s current cognitive ability. Chapter 9: Division of Labor [Entering biological editor, main consciousness restrictions lifted] "I''m back!" [...] "Still no response, 8051." "Never mind, I''ll ignore you." "I need to think carefully this time, things are getting increasingly complex." "By the way, 8051, why are the nutrient consumption rates of the electrified cells so much higher?" [This is similar to when you were human and you felt hungrier after intense exercise. It''s not just the electrified cells, other cells experience the same, but it''s more pronounced in the electrified ones. System 8051 replies.] "Oh, I see. I should pay more attention to reduce unnecessary nutrient consumption." "But with the small cell''s current level of thinking, as soon as it starts moving, reducing nutrient consumption is easier said than done." Powerless¡ª "These large clusters are getting more common, and even the previously docile single cells are starting to become somewhat aggressive." "The cells nowadays aren¡¯t as pure as they once were." "Seriously." "My simultaneous control capacity has only reached four, and I can''t increase it for now. The group''s size is no longer sufficient to meet our predatory needs, and reducing numbers would be suicidal. Besides, evolving into multicellular life would be even harder then. Although the electrode component has high attack power, it has cooldown intervals, and many electrified cells get taken out during the recharge period." "Multicellular organisms." "Multicellular." "The key to evolution should be in ''multicellular''. It can be understood as many cells coming together, right?" "Then, since cells are clustering in large numbers, is this how multicellular organisms form?" "But why hasn¡¯t my small cell group evolved despite clustering for so long?" "I should have remembered my old studies." "Cluster, gather." "Do cells need to be physically together? It can''t be that simple, right?" "Well, thinking back. When I led the attack on that medium-sized cluster, although my control seemed slightly improved, individual small cells still rushed in like bandits. I had to exert a lot of effort to barely complete a simple encirclement attack, and still lost about a dozen, roughly a ninth of the group." "Wait. If we think of the current situation like ancient melee combat, my small cell group would be at bandit level, right? Haha." "Sigh¡ªself-deprecation." "Even if the enemy isn¡¯t better than bandits, driven purely by instincts, without my main consciousness, my side isn¡¯t much stronger." "I mean, formal military forces are surely better than bandits, right? So what''s the difference between them?" "Discipline, execution of orders?" "If only my control was stronger. Right now though..." "Wait, hierarchical control, if that could be realized." "Uh, not until they develop intelligence." "Ah¡ªI''m on the verge of giving up. Frustrating." "Forget it, I¡¯ll just try imitating a multicellular organism to form a formation. Aren''t human inventions often unintentional mimicry of other life forms?" Shaking his amorphous consciousness group, Gale imagined the composition of multicellular structures. "Then, by connecting the few dozen remaining electrified cells into a network, and have other cells with spikes face outward, clustering around the electrified cells, forming an outer defense." "Like skin, so any attacker would have to contend with the wall of spikes, hehe." "Not bad, this idea is actually pretty good." Gale suddenly felt pleased with his idea. "Yes, yes, if I keep improving it. Now that there''s defense, there needs to be an offense." "With the limited thinking capacity of the small cell, even temporarily changing the formation is unrealistic; organizing this simple formation after I leave would be impressive enough." "Next, I''ll add an attacking mouth. An opening to engulf enemy cells, then close it, allowing the spikes and electrodes inside to attack the engulfed cells, doing quick damage with ''chewing'' and electric shocks, before moving to the next batch. This reduces the chance of attracting photosensitive multicells, given the shorter distance light travels inside." "Yes, perfect." "But if I wait until everything''s over to clean the field, time consumption will be excessive." This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere."Indeed, a digestive channel should appear. Form a channel behind the mouth with cells lined with cilia pointing outward to guide debris. Keep a slight separation between the mouth and the channel to prevent unprocessed cells from escaping into the channel, replicating the Sun Wukong incident." "Debris flows through this channel, pushed by cilia, to be consumed at the cell''s mouth hook." "Then, cells that eat can produce nutrient-rich intercellular fluid, flowing through tiny gaps to other cells, preventing the formation''s collapse due to individual feeding, and the tight formation minimizes nutrient waste." "May seem unappealing to humans, but now I¡¯m a small cell, humph." Thinking this, the consciousness group swayed triumphantly. "And for waste?" "Uh, it obviously can''t go out the same way it came in; there are organisms like that, but I can''t bear it. So the waste should flow down the channel and out a small exit at the back." "Sweat." "Wait, is this the legendary ''straight shooter''?" "Whatever, ignore that. Let''s move on." "Now this setup has ''skin'', ''mouth'', ''digestive tract'', and an electrode-assisted sensory network resembling a pseudo-nervous system. Even a waste exit. This might just be what multicellular organisms are like." "I''m a genius, ahahaha." Simulating the formation in his mind, Gale was excited by the balanced attack-defense setup. Yet, the elliptical formation felt incomplete. "As per the formation, everything should be correct. Though I haven¡¯t learned combat formations, for the small cells now, this should suffice, right?" This time, Gale didn¡¯t habitually overlook the issue but reconsidered carefully¡ªit was crucial for evolution. "Right, this formation assumes human perspectives; with cells clustering tightly, only the ''digestive tract'' cilia can move, making movement impossible." "I refuse to drift aimlessly, waiting for food. So, a propulsion and steering mechanism is essential." "Turning can be managed by cellular contraction, but ideally, solve it in one fell swoop. If cilia extend out of the ''skin'', they¡¯d be attack points, nullifying the spiked defense." Gale recalled the multicellular organism encountered earlier, its massive flagellum thicker than a small cell. So, in Gale¡¯s mind, the oval structure gained a long, spiky flagellum at one end. Examining the nearly complete model, Gale felt a sudden irritation. "Why does it look like a tadpole! So annoying." Thus, a flagellum was added to both ends of the oval shape. "Okay, this solves agile turning. Waving these spiked flagella can be an attack, but against multicells, the spikes would likely fail." Content with the mental formation model, Gale optimistically thought it might reflect his future multicellular appearance. "Calculating, with three flagellum-based mobile teams and a mouth team, I¡¯d mostly control these four parts. No need for simultaneous control, just maintain formation integrity, then focus on the main parts." "Are there other issues? Let¡¯s perfect this pseudo-multicellular setup, hehe. Experience multi-life before becoming one." "Hmm¡ª" Scrutinizing the formation model, Gale sought issues. ¡°8051, can I remove components from the small cell? Some are redundant or obstructive in this formation.¡± [Yes. The system allows for downgrades and lateral mutations. During single-cell alterations, modifications at the same nutrient cost are lateral mutations; those reducing cost are downgrades. Lateral mutation division needs regular nutrient costs; downgrades need one point. System 8051 responds.] "So that''s possible." "Let¡¯s see, those dozen unevolved cells, some could downgrade to three-spike ''skin'' cells; others remove spikes, downgrading to four-mouth and four-cilia ''digestive cells''¡ªnever mind looking like monsters. The numerous electrode cells form an inner layer, some can become ''mouth'' cells." "Also, select multi-ocelli cells for ''sensory organs¡¯. Though a few directly controlled cells aren¡¯t many, isolate the main cell for protection; single units are almost negligible now." "Great, suddenly, I''m motivated." "For survival, for evolution, for leaving the single-cell world, let¡¯s begin!" Chapter 10: First Success [Biological Editing Session Concluded, Main Consciousness Enters Microcell] [Main Consciousness Opts for Non-division] "Find a secure place." The newly aware microcell, alongside its meandering companions, expanded its search to the limits, locating a relatively safe space. After assigning the electrically charged cells with heightened attack responses to the outer perimeter for defense, what was once a silent area turned into a bustling factory¡ªa temporary multicellular assembly shipyard for the microcell''s use. [Entering Biological Editor, Main Consciousness Restrictions Lifted] "I''m back quickly!" Without waiting for a response from the nonexistent 8051, Jal focused on the increasingly complex three-dimensional representation of the microcell. "It¡¯ll be simplified again, for sure." "First, the ''skin'' cells." Reflecting on this, Jal felt the conscious removal of the electrode components from the microcell. [Devolving Electrode Components, Returning 50 Nutrition Points] "Hmm, turns out you can get a refund. If not for the time needed to edit and divide biologically¡ªmainly the division¡ªemergency situations could mean sprouting five cilia for a quick getaway." Jal continued the adjustments, quickly fashioning the microcell with a cellular oral groove to absorb nutrient-rich intercellular fluid during nutrient exchange. A single cilium was placed on one side for basic mobility¡ªnecessary for formation alignment¡ªwith three spikes on the opposite side. Upon ensuring the conditions for the undeveloped cells to undergo retrogressive division were met, Jal promptly exited the space. [Biological Editing Completed, Main Consciousness Enters Microcell] [Main Consciousness Opts for Non-division] "After regressive division, utilize stored nutrition points for extensive ordinary division." The microcell, utilizing its three cilia, maneuvered over to seven of the undeveloped cells. These cells then began to slowly divide. Sensing no immediate danger and with those cells completing their regressive division and starting ordinary division, Jal returned to the biological editing space. [Entering Biological Editor, Main Consciousness Restrictions Lifted] "I''m back again!" "This time, it''s the ''digestive tract'' cells." Ignoring the notifications, Jal removed the three spikes and efficiently positioned four oral grooves in pairs on opposing sides of the cell to facilitate nutrient flow. Four cilia were placed adjacent to two of the grooves, tasked with directing food particles into the oral grooves and stirring the water, pushing waste to the ejection point. "Who knew a cell with mouths all over would appear?" Jal mused, confirming everything was in order before exiting the space once more. [Biological Editing Completed, Main Consciousness Enters Microcell] [Main Consciousness Opts for Non-division] Jal controlled the remaining six undeveloped cells, transforming them into ''digestive tract'' cells, which were then ordered to proliferate extensively. The microcell, confirming a lack of threats, noted that the ''skin'' cells had reached about twenty in number and continued dividing. Having absorbed significant nutrition from battling medium-sized single-cell clusters, the microcell cluster could sustain multiple rounds of ordinary division. Confident in the stable environment, Jal re-entered the biological editing space. [Entering Biological Editor, Main Consciousness Restrictions Lifted] "I''m back swiftly, 8051." [...] "This time, it''s the ''oral cavity'' cells. They must ensure our attack capabilities."The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Jal adeptly modified the microcell''s structure into one with an oral groove, two cilia, an electrode component, and four spikes, densely clustered on one side. Taking a brief pause for rest, Jal thought, "Quite mentally taxing." "After the ''oral cavity,'' it''s the ''visual system.'' Then the assembly begins. Feels like building a model, but this is crucial for survival." "And it''s truly fascinating. Reminds me of when I was fully dedicated to a single task." "Such nostalgia." "I wonder what happened to the peripheral microcells if I evolve into a multicellular organism?" "8051, if my cluster evolves into a multicellular organism, what happens to other microcell clusters?" [Upon cluster evolution, nearby same-species clusters will follow suit in a relatively short period, evolving into multicellular organisms. System 8051 finds the main consciousness''s actions intriguing.] "Oh, is that so? Then I won''t need to start over once we evolve. But what about them now, 8051?" [I know, but I can''t disclose it. Please explore on your own. System 8051 responds.] "Well, best not to dwell on it. Focus on my cluster''s evolution." [Biological Editing Completed, Main Consciousness Enters Microcell] [Main Consciousness Opts for Non-division] With the exit and re-entry time being the same, Jal re-emerged from the biological editing space, finding the scene unchanged. Working diligently, Jal maneuvered the microcell toward its target. The time outside was continually advancing. Jal felt hypersensitive, yet who could tell if a fleeting flicker of cilia activity marked the passing of millennia? Jal directed six inner-circle electrode cells to regressively divide into ''oral cavity'' cells, continuing ordinary division. Jal observed the ''skin'' cells had completed division, multiplying from a few to nearly one hundred¡ªunprecedented compared to recent times, yet still insufficient. Jal controlled some electrode cells to transfer specific nutrition points to ''skin'' cells, then urged them to divide further. The ''skin'' cells that finished dividing formed a semi-spherical barrier, safeguarding dividing cells inside. Sensing no threats, aside from occasional organic material drifting by, Jal re-entered the biological editing space. [Entering Biological Editor, Main Consciousness Restrictions Lifted] "Ah, I''m back again." "Exhausting." "Visual system cells¡ªjust a few will suffice. Then we stack everything. Why do I feel like a tentacle creature?" Wielding ethereal mental tendrils, Jal fashioned the microcell with five eye spots on one side, flanked by a protective spike and an emergency electrode, and cilia with an oral groove on the other side. At this point, Jal had fully accepted the deformity of single cells as a necessary means to evolve into a multicellular organism. "Everything is for becoming multicellular." With this mantra, Jal encouraged himself, ensuring all was in order before exiting the biological editor. [Biological Editing Completed, Main Consciousness Enters Microcell] [Main Consciousness Opts for Non-division] Jal guided an electrode cell to regressively divide into a ''visual system'' cell and commence ordinary division, then shifted attention to other cells. The outer electrode cells patrolled diligently, expanding Jal¡¯s mental reach, allowing perception of areas two to three times their body length. "Safe." Verifying security, Jal arranged three-quarters of the ''skin'' cells into a tightly packed cylindrical formation¡ªa task arduous yet crucial as coordinating single cells into a compact array was challenging. Fortunately, no large clusters or multicellular organisms appeared, sparing the cilia-wiggling microcells from becoming prey. Despite concerns of haste, Jal continued, inching closer to success. After forming the cylindrical array, Jal aligned them tightly, nearly inseparable. Meanwhile, other cells completed their divisions. The ''oral cavity'' cells aligned in the front half of the cylinder, forming an oval shape. Jal ran tests for opening, squeezing, and attacking. Time drifted by unnoticed as progress was made. Jal next arranged the ''digestive tract'' cells into a winding pathway, connecting one end to the ''oral cavity.'' "Luckily, I don''t need to micromanage their movements." Relieved that microcells had some autonomy, Jal controlled the cylindrical ends to shrink, connecting to inner edge cells, but not directly to the ''oral cavity'' or ''digestive tract.'' Completing this daunting task, Jal divided the remaining ''skin'' cells into three hollow flagella-like structures attached appropriately. Then, several eye spot cells were squeezed into the front end of the body. "Finally, almost complete." Despite the microcell''s incomplete awareness, the complexity was palpable, yet only the penultimate step remained¡ªthe most perilous. Sensing no threats in the vicinity, Jal swiftly filled the gaps between ''skin'' and other cells, including the flagella''s hollows, with unassembled electrode cells, ensuring connectivity. "And now, I''ll assemble the head." Reflecting on the aptness of the situation, Jal quickly entered the nearly complete multicellular pseudo-body, settling towards the top and connecting with adjacent electrode cells. The result was a freshly fabricated imitation multicellular organism. Wasting no time on sentiment, Jal compressed all cells into tighter arrays. To Jal''s delight, the sensory range expanded, covering half the body¡ªa smaller radius compared to the entire dispersed cluster, but this was a collective assembly. Bolstered by this realization, Jal gingerly commanded a rear flagellum into a historic first flick. "Imitation Multicellular Organism, activate!" Chapter 11: Prelude "Imitation multicellular organism, activate!" With Jal''s self-entertained commentary, the large construct began to move forward as the flagellum behind it started waving, pushing the body forward. Jal felt a bit tense as the motion caused the cells to press against each other, but thankfully, apart from a few cells loosening, nothing major occurred. Overall, it lost fewer parts than a first launch of a space station. After some movement, the organism came to a halt. Though Jal wanted to leave the area quickly, staying in one place was dangerous if the control wasn¡¯t precise, which would render all prior efforts useless. Jal adjusted the loose cells and ensured no new issues arose before commanding the flagellum to wave once more. "Multicellular unit, reactivate!" The massive body moved once more, the peripheral cells tightly compressed. Although it seemed like it might collapse like a child¡¯s stack of blocks at any moment, with Jal¡¯s meticulous adjustments and the microcells¡¯ habitual coordination, the structure steadily moved out of that space. ... [Entering Biological Editor, Main Thought Restrictions Lifted] "I''m back." Jal, now drained, mumbled as he entered the editing space to rest. After propelling the body forward with the flagellum and confirming there were no threats, Jal returned to the biological editor space. Controlling a simple multicellular organism turned out to be more complex than Jal anticipated. Beyond moving the flagellar cells to propel motion, Jal had to maintain the structure, ensuring cells didn¡¯t fall apart. When cells occasionally lacked nutrients, Jal initially tried managing nutrient distribution manually. However, finding it cumbersome, he set up a system where the nutrient fluids flowed throughout the entire structure, allowing cells to absorb as needed. This eliminated the need for constant manual adjustments. Additionally, Jal constantly rearranged problematic cells to prevent disintegration during movement. The fact that the structure hadn''t collapsed by the time Jal returned to the biological editing space seemed like a miracle to Jal. "It seems I underestimated the complexity at first. Right now, the only thing I can manage besides maintaining cell alignment and nutrient flow is controlling one flagellum¡¯s movement, thanks to the system''s blessing." "Should I remove the other two flagella?" "No way, even as decorations, I refuse to look like a tadpole. Maybe once I''m more adept, I¡¯ll control them too and won¡¯t have to rearrange later. Yes, that''s the plan." "This is a one-step process." "I¡¯ll keep practicing until this control becomes habitual¡ªmore accurately, until my subconscious can handle the details, relieving my main consciousness. I hope the remaining nutrients can last throughout this period."The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. "Alright, back to practice. See you, 8051." [...] [Biological Editing Completed, Main Consciousness Enters Microcell] [Main Consciousness Opts for Non-division] "Move the flagellum, advance." The large structure started moving again, with the side flagella dragging limply along. "A cell is nutrient-deficient. Why hasn¡¯t the flow reached it? Damn, some cells clogged the path." "The lower left epidermal cells have been dislodged by the current; control the cells to heal." "Digestive tract cells, it¡¯s not your turn to be active; stay put." ... "Let''s try opening the mouth?" "Oral cavity cells, prepare to open." As the massive structure moved slowly forward, the front cells began to sluggishly writhe, as though something was about to open, but¡ª "What¡¯s happening with the oral cavity cells? Why are they dispersing?" After some quiet writhing, the front cells abruptly spread out, failing Jal''s control, and the front cells collapsed inward with the current. "Damn it. Stop, stop now!" The structure gradually halted. Using the electrode cells, Jal finely sensed the collapsed section at the front. Initially tightly arranged into a hemispherical shape, the front oral cavity and epidermal cells began dispersing upon receiving the open command. The sudden loosening led to chaos among the single cells, which, in their instinctive clustering behavior, jammed together as water movement pushed them inward. "This is maddening." "We need to change the mouth''s design." Frustrated, Jal, sandwiched among electrode cells and unable to move, imagined being the consciousness of the large "body" rather than just a microcell. Clearly, realizing this integration would take time. "Let¡¯s switch to a jaw-like setup. Although lacking bones and biting force, it should suffice to trap a cluster of single cells." After a quick session in the biological editing space for some brief considerations, the front of the odd, improvised entity protruded and split (think a smooth, miniaturized duckbill, though soft). "Open the mouth again." This time, there were no significant issues. Through the skin cells pulling apart and the stability of the internal cell layer, the protrusion parted at an angle, revealing the densely packed spikes and electrodes of the oral cavity. "Close it quickly." After adjusting cells that loosened during the opening, Jal commenced the all-important "close mouth" action trial. Single-cell organisms have limited perception; often, unless they are touched or their environment drastically changes, they won''t react much. So approaching a large group of single-celled organisms slowly with an open mouth wasn¡¯t troubling, but if closing the mouth took too long, prey might escape before closure. Fortunately, combining the flagellum''s movement with this action, the "close mouth" was successfully executed. "Repeat and master." Thus, amid the curious perceptions of solitary passing single-cell organisms unnoticed by the "busy" microcells, the large "multicellular organism" continuously repeated its "open mouth," "close mouth," and flagellum movements. These clumsy actions dragged the side flagella and slowly trudged forward in a peculiar cycle. ¡ù¡ù¡ù Time flowed once more. From the distance, a massive form swam closer through the silent, dark space. The front exhibited a long mouth opening and closing, the rear flagellum worked diligently, while the side flagella occasionally twitched, altering the direction of movement before drooping again as if malnourished. After extensive practice, sporadic single cells and organic matter barely sufficed to sustain the structure''s consumption. Finally, the microcells stopped evading responsibilities by abruptly stopping their duties. The nutrient flow within formed a continuous, self-looping circuit, circulating through internal cells as the structure moved, meeting the cells¡¯ needs. Flagellum motion and oral cavity opening also became second nature. Although Jal noticed some body functions appeared to operate autonomously without manual control, this development was set aside as it significantly conserved Jal''s mental energy, allowing focus on controlling the side flagella. "Multicellular status isn¡¯t far off." Enveloped in the center, a long-still microcell exclaimed. This wasn¡¯t mere hope but reality. As the large organism¡¯s coordination and internal cell regulation improved, its movements became fluid, integral. Jal''s sensory range expanded alongside. As the microcell enjoyed its food, unaware, the multicellular transformation quietly took hold. Chapter 12: Completion "Become my food obediently, you can''t escape, hahaha!" Swinging the two spiked flagella at its sides, obliterating yet another cluster of mindlessly huddling prey (though, admittedly, Jal, the microcell, also lacks any brain structure), the main consciousness laughed arrogantly in its mind. Sensing that the prey around it was dwindling, the entire body gradually came to a stop. "Huh! It seems my perception has expanded, my movements are much easier, and my thoughts are faster. Have I become a multicellular organism? But why is there no notification?" Waving its three flagella again, Jal felt it no longer needed to control each cell individually, although it hadn¡¯t yet reached the agility of flagella movement from its single-cell days. The arrangement of cells was more compact and rational. However, other movements, though easier, still required conscious control. Except for the nutrient circulation within the body, which no longer required meticulous focus and wouldn¡¯t stop as long as the body moved, other actions hadn¡¯t reached the level of instinctive movement. "It seems I haven''t fully completed the transition, but I¡¯m on the right track." Jal twisted the body slightly, finding no cells lagging or out of place. "I need to keep practicing until fine control becomes instinctual, allowing the subconscious to manage basic actions. The main consciousness should only focus on controlling the flagella, mouth, and major body movements." Feeling optimistic about its nutrient gains, the microcell¡ªstill aptly named¡ªprepared to leave the area. A space filled with scattered debris like this was dangerous; encountering another multicellular organism... ¡°Oh no. Run!¡± At the edge of Jal''s greatly expanded perception, a multicellular organism with massive steel pincers had somehow spotted it and was charging. While the structure remained intact, Jal sensed the trembling throughout the cells as they propelled the entire body. The flagella movements became more agile, but the patched-together multicellular organism couldn¡¯t match the real¡ªor even enhanced¡ªversion''s speed. The creature behind it, although slender compared to Jal¡¯s now massive body, moved gracefully as it closed in. "Those big pincers?" Sensing the pincers leading the creature, Jal was puzzled. Have skeletal components already appeared? ¡°It¡¯s a lot faster and longer than the split-mouth.¡± The split-mouth had left a strong impression on Jal, despite it being a multicellular organism from perhaps billions of years ago. ¡°Damn, this thing is just like a giant flagellum with huge pincers.¡± ¡°No, am I going to fail at the doorstep of the multicellular world again?¡± Despair washed over Jal as it frantically waved its flagella, struggling against this powerful foe at the moment of becoming multicellular. The pincers closed in. Jal narrowly dodged the initial strike with a side twist, but the right flagellum''s tip was snapped¡ªnot pinched¡ªby the pincer. The dying electrode cells released a faint electric current through the electrode network to Jal''s body, intensifying its fear. Nutrient fluids slowly leaked from the rupture, but Jal had no time to manage cell compression or division to heal, letting the precious fluids escape.The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement. After darting forward a bit, the pincer adjusted smoothly, redirecting towards Jal. Heightened by adrenaline, Jal registered its foe¡¯s predatory intent, akin to its own when targeting single-cell prey with some defense. ¡°No¡ª¡± As the pincers closed in, Jal opened its mouth for a desperate counterbite. ¡°If I die, I¡¯ll take you with me.¡± ¡°I won¡¯t rebuild the formation!¡± ¡°I won¡¯t wait another few billion years!¡± ¡°I won¡¯t...¡± The wide mouth enveloped the approaching pincer, and the pincers also managed to snag Jal''s lower jaw. However, it couldn''t continue its attack. For a split second, time seemed eternal. In that instant, the genuine article and the imitation collided, releasing a burst of intense light that illuminated the dark abyss, blinding Jal¡¯s eye cells¡ªtwo black gemstone ¡°dog eyes¡±¡ªand disoriented the unfortunate pincer foe. At this moment, gratitude was due to the great administration, the fair system, the beloved 8051, and... ahem, moving on. Upon biting down, though the spikes didn¡¯t pierce the foe¡¯s skin and some cells even skewed from the pressure, the spikes ceased to matter because the electrode cells throughout Jal¡¯s body released a massive electric current, surging through the network and bursting in the severed flagellum tip and the spike-laden mouth with brilliant arcs. Instantly electrocuted, the unfortunate pincer foe shuddered violently until the current ceased, and it sagged. Yet, tense Jal feared it hadn¡¯t finished the job. Thus, the hapless pincer was zapped repeatedly into stiffness, then limp, stiff again, limp again... repeated merely thrice¡ªfarewell. Sensing its opponent was near carbonization, Jal halted, the body drained, with much of its freshly acquired nutrients spent in those shocks. ¡°Hahaha, payback time at last.¡± ¡°How dare you attack me? I¡¯m a great microcell with electrode components.¡± ¡°I finally took down a multicellular creature, hahaha.¡± Shaking the limp multicellular body in its bite, Jal slowly removed its mouth from the opponent. ¡°Trying to eat me, huh?¡± ¡°Such a big piece of food.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll eat you! Hmph.¡± Just as Jal detached its mouth, it tried to re-bite, but¡ª "Hmm, too hard, the spikes can''t puncture." After several futile attempts, Jal was speechless, finding its soft mouth and short spikes unable to tear pieces from the multicellular prey''s tough dermal defenses. Swallow it whole? Tragically, its digestive tract lacked stomach acid, neither fitting nor digesting such prey. ¡°I refuse to accept this.¡± Resolute, Jal triggered another burst of electricity, finally fragmenting the pincer into manageable pieces. Swallowing a suitably sized segment, Jal used its spikes to bypass the epidermis, slowly chewing on the tough meal. ¡°Only now do I realize the struggle of toothless elders eating. I¡¯m worse off.¡± Realizing it must break food into small pieces to be absorbed by digestive cells filled Jal with ¡°tears¡± of frustration. ¡°Where are stomach acid and teeth?¡± [New DNA Sequence Acquired, Initiate Division and Enter Biological Editing Space] "Ah!" Mid-chew, Jal was startled by a system prompt. ¡°I can¡¯t enter now, need a safe place first.¡± Glancing around, no immediate threats emerged in its expanded sensory field. "Right, a recent discharge might attract more enemies. I''m unsure if I can down another." Mouth clamping another large morsel, Jal focused on healing the damaged flagellum by cell division, reluctant to leave the remaining mass behind. ¡°This meal already fills me up!¡± Resolute, Jal turned, gripping the meat in its mouth, and vigorously waved its flagella, making a swift exit. ¡°I¡¯ll adjust the digestive tract later to hold larger chunks. No more wastefulness.¡± Regretfully watching the shrinking meat heap, Jal thought bitterly. "Waste is shameful!" ¡°During the first electric burst, the damaged flagellum tip also sparked. Concentrating electrode cells throughout my body was potent; I''ll group them at the flagella tips for multicellular opponents, creating a lateral electric shock option.¡± ¡°Yes, another attack method.¡± ¡°Though it depletes nutrients, it¡¯s a lifeline against multicellular foes. I¡¯ll deal with the aftermath by finding more food.¡± Taking action swiftly, Jal maneuvered its flagella while directing electrode cells to replicate and converge at two side flagella tips. ¡°Now I¡¯m a tentacle monster, hoho.¡± Feeling the tips laden with electrodes and elongated flagella, Jal mused weakly. The meat in its mouth would wait for quieter times to chew on. "Ugh, not even saliva to soften food." As it mused, Jal¡¯s body condensed, flank flagellum tips adorned with electrodes emerging, while digestive cells divided to expand digestive capacity. Time drifted by. In the silent space, music played, as pale blue electric flashes flickered across Jal¡¯s body deep in training. Jal sensed changes around its original single-cell form, as nearby cells and certain internal structures shifted. Then, the awaited system prompt. [After a nearly eleven-billion-year evolution, your species has undergone numerous splits and finally embarks on its journey towards becoming a multicellular organism. Enter the biological editor and bid farewell to the single-cell world.] [Entering Biological Editor, Main Consciousness Restrictions Lifted] "I''m back!" Chapter 13: Lightning Bugs "I''m back!" [Welcome back] "Huh!? Whoa¡ª there¡¯s light." Just as Jal returned to the biological editing space, he was surprised to find that the previously void-like space had become a bright white room. Apart from the change in color, the candy-floss-like consciousness and the biological 3D model remained unchanged. "How did this space become illuminated?" Jal was puzzled. "But it feels quite pleasant. I didn''t expect that becoming multicellular would turn this little dark room into a space with a daylight lamp." "Is it because the single-cell stage is finally complete? Does that mean the space will continue to evolve, 8051?" [Of course,] 8051 replied succinctly. Satisfied with the presence of light and the evolution of the space, Jal rested quietly, feeling as if he was missing something, but he quickly brushed it aside. "Right, I came here because of the evolution, didn''t I? Why isn''t anything happening?" It suddenly dawned on Jal that the system prompt regarding the transition to multicellular evolution had brought him here, but he had been so captivated by the changes in the space that he forgot. "Uh, 8051, can you give me some feedback?" "I mean, I¡¯ve finally evolved into a multicellular organism." [You finally noticed?] 8051 responded with a hint of annoyance. "Uh, what do you mean I finally noticed?" Jal was confused by 8051¡¯s response. It seemed like it was the one that hadn¡¯t responded for a long time, or was there some kind of logical mix-up? "Are you really 8051? You seem a bit different." [...] "Wait, did you evolve as well?" Considering the change in 8051¡¯s tone and the changes in the space, Jal came to a simple conclusion. [Not evolution.] [For main consciousnesses in the single-cell stage, we don¡¯t pay much attention. We just let the avatars mechanically handle any queries they present. If this main consciousness successfully transitions from the single-cell to multicellular stage or shows potential by evolving into an advanced single-cell branch, it indicates increased value in the evolutionary system, prompting us to start officially executing our duties.] [In short, the single-cell stage is merely an introductory filter for the species¡¯ main consciousness. If it cannot complete the single-cell stage within the generously allotted time, the system deems it worthless and erases it, so we had no reason to invest attention before now,] 8051 explained in detail. "That''s quite harsh, but it seems I succeeded." [Barely passing, really. The limit was twenty billion years; you only took eleven billion,] 8051 remarked with surface-level praise, but with an underlying tone of disdain. "¡­" "That doesn''t sound like praise." "By the way, does the system have any evaluation of my previous performance? And the system mentioned starting the transition to multicellular evolution before I entered. Hasn''t my species evolved into a multicellular organism yet?" [Do you think just piling a bunch of single cells together like building blocks makes a multicellular organism? How will you reproduce, by splitting one cell after another? It¡¯s not impossible, though,] 8051 answered. "Um, isn¡¯t it?" [Certainly not. Here, take a look at the evolution summary.] 8051, somewhat tired of the conversation, opened a menu window for a more detailed explanation. A text box appeared in front of Jal: **[In the animal kingdom, aside from single-celled organisms, all others are multicellular. Transitioning from single to multicellular marks a significant evolutionary leap, highlighting a crucial stage in biological evolution. Soft-bodied organisms represent the beginning of multicellular life. After nearly eleven billion years of gradual evolution, your species experienced various transitions, mutations, and regressions, ultimately forming a higher-level multicellular organism through cellular specialization and aggregation. A novel brain and nervous system has developed within your body, enabling the processing of complex tasks. Crucial spore cells retain your species'' complete DNA, facilitating continuous division and transformation to propagate your species. At this pivotal moment, a genuinely evolvable, reproductively sustainable multicellular species is born. From this point forth, you have transcended the microscopic world of single cells, embarking on macroscopic evolution. The evaluation summary for Transcender 14939, Jal, in the single-cell stage is as follows: Stage Duration: 11,213,700,000 years (Rating: Good-) Evolved Features: Electric Jaw, Electric Tendril, Flagella, Cluster Eye, Bristle Skin, Muscle Fibers, Open Digestive Tract, Primitive Nervous System, Nutrient Circulation System, Spore Reproductive System. (Rating: Excellent)Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Through prolonged evolution, your multicellular organism has been rated as Good+ by the system.]** "Is that it?" In an instant, Jal absorbed the evaluation, feeling unfulfilled. Completing the single-cell stage seemed to warrant more than just a brief assessment. [Of course. What did you expect to see? Single-cell combat records? 8051 found Jal''s reaction odd; wouldn¡¯t being concise be better?] "Uh, nothing." "Oh, where''s my cute 8051 that used to call me ''Master''? Have you vanished?" [Hmm? What fantasies are you having?] 8051 inquired curiously. "Ah, n-nothing. So, does this mean entering the space now is about perfecting my multicellular body with all components and developing a reproductive system to produce spores?" [Correct.] [After entering the soft-bodied creature stage, selecting a spore for editing will be necessary. Upon exit, the main consciousness will merge with the spore to form a new multicellular juvenile. Thus, future durations in the biological editing space will correlate to a spore''s full maturation, rather than suspended time.] "Oh. So, I need to be more cautious before entering now." "Let''s have a look at the brand-new multicellular organism I''ve painstakingly created." **[Microcell (Single-cell Stage Name) Multicellular Organism, Soft-bodied, Early Biological Evolution Species. Evolution Points: 5 Life: 20/20 Attack: Electric Jaw (15) (Biting), Electric Tendril (5) (Contact), Electric Burst (30) (Area) Defense: Bristle Skin (10) (Enhanced Electric Defense) (Tactile) Movement: 2¡ª5 Vision: Cluster Eye ¡Á2 Reproduction: Asexual Spores Body Information: Open Digestive Tract, Nervous System, and Nutrient Circulation. Species Evaluation: Leader Congratulations on evolving from a single-cell stage to a multicellular organism. You must be excited. With basic vision and tactile senses, you can finally observe the world with familiar perceptions. However, alongside the wonderful world, there lurk many dangers and challenges.]** "It¡¯s just more detailed. Leader... what a random evaluation." ¡°Huh, why is nutrient value now evolution points? 8051, what are evolution points?¡± [In the soft-bodied stage, evolution points replace nutritional values needed for biological survival and act as currency for component evolution. System tips indicate evolution points are obtained by eliminating same-level or higher-level organisms. The current 5 points were provided by the previously defeated multicellular. Additionally, the leader rating is decent; the multicellular you defeated barely qualified as a minion level.] 8051 kindly reminded. "¡­" "What ranks above leader?" [From low to high, the rankings are: Commoner, Minion, Leader, Boss, Mastermind, and Epic Creature.] "Whatever, I¡¯m done complaining. Let¡¯s look at the new components." Using mental control, Jal adeptly opened the component descriptions. [Electric Jaw A non-bony jaw equipped with electric components Attack: 15 Cost: 100 (Evolution Points)] "So expensive!" "I¡¯ll need to eliminate twenty multicellular organisms for one jaw, my gosh!" [8051 Kindly Reminder: Evolution points correlate with evaluation. The evolution points from levels, low to high, are: 2, 5, 10, 20, 45, 100.] "Oh, so I just need to take down an epic creature." [...] ¡°Thanks. Let¡¯s continue.¡± [Electric Tendril A tendril tip dense with electrode cells Attack: 5 (Electric Shock) Speed: +2 (Movement) Cost: 30 (Evolution Points)] [Bristle Skin Multicellular skin dense with spikes from the single-cell stage. Defense: 10 Cost: 50 (Evolution Points)] [Flagellum Mobility Component Speed: +1 (Swimming) Cost: 20 (Evolution Points)] ¡°Ugh, I''m so slow now. And evolution costs are so high.¡± Looking hopelessly at his meager 5 evolution points. ¡°By the way, I know electric tendrils evolve from flagella for movement, but how does one describe movement versus swimming?¡± [Explore and find out.] "¡­" "Let¡¯s check the eyes." [Cluster Eye A sensory component providing information on light intensity and direction. Vision Cost: 20 (Evolution Points)] "It seems like it simply adds light direction detection. It seems finding components from other organisms is crucial." "On second thought, having two cluster eyes should suffice. The electric jaw is too costly and already present; plus, it lacks bite strength, so it¡¯s not a current consideration. The electric tendril and flagellum should be equipped, but first, I need to clarify the distinction between movement and swimming. The previous note listed movement as 2. Could movement mean contact-based motion while swimming refers to aquatic movement?" "Yes, that makes sense¡ªmeaning I can touch the ground. Hold on, in the absence of light in water, life beginning here suggests we might be on the deep-sea floor, right? 8051." [Correct, your species is currently located in the deep sea near an undersea volcano. Advancing to shallower seas is the system-recommended method for further evolution.] "Exactly, thanks." ¡°So, only bristle skin remains, but it¡¯s already equipped. I recall getting a new DNA component prompt upon consuming that multicellular segment. Could it be the pincer, hehe?¡± With hopeful anticipation, Jal pulled up the component display box. "The single-cell components have vanished, leaving only these few in the multicellular stage. Seems I¡¯m truly saying goodbye to the single-cell world." "All the better, progress requires forward steps. Let¡¯s examine the new pincer component." Eagerly, Jal scanned the component list. ¡°Huh, where is it? Where¡¯s my mighty pincer?¡± After searching the sparse component panel, only muscle fibers appeared aside from the previously seen components. "8051, where¡¯s my pincer?" [Nonexistent. From the defeated multicellular organism, you acquired muscle fibers, more conducive to multicellular evolution.] ¡°With muscle fibers, no wonder it moved so swiftly. Wait, I was asking about the pincer component, do I not get it?¡± [You can only acquire one component from a species, typically with a choice prompt. Given your imminent evolution and the single-cell phase''s cognitive limitations, the system opted for the more advantageous component. Additionally, pincers are skeletal components, usable in the aquatic life stage.] 8051 explained. "My pincer drifted away just like that." [Given the choice between a useless decorative pincer and powerful muscle fibers, do you question the decision?] 8051 expressed discontent with Jal¡¯s reaction. ¡°Uh. No, no complaints. Heh.¡± Letting go of the pincer frustration, Jal acknowledged that muscle fibers suited his needs better; the soft-bodied stage was lengthy¡ªthe opportunity to find pincers would arise. [Muscle Fibers Provide greater bodily strength Cost: 100 (Evolution Points)] "Alright, I¡¯ll equip it after defeating an epic creature." The "Ignore the Obvious" technique reappeared. "By the way, 8051. Besides the shift to shallow seas for the next stage, can I get more guidance? Pretty please?" [You are currently in the soft-bodied phase.] 8051 reminded. "That¡¯s it? So little! Can¡¯t you offer more detail?" [The clue is fairly explicit, permitted to the maximum extent. Should you still lack insight, you might as well die.] 8051 suddenly lamented its inability to physically target the main consciousness in this space. "Whoa, calm down." "Thankfully, this odd space seems to impose unique constraints on 8051. So, the next phase is aquatic life¡ªwait, am I not aquatic now?" "Never mind, I''m eager to experience the multicellular world. Can I exit now?" [Naming is required first.] 8051 composed itself. "Oh, I need to rename." Noticing the dialogue box, Jal recalled that "microcell" was the single-cell stage name. "Now, what name should I choose? Such a dilemma." As Jal mulled over numerous electric components on his multicellular body, he pondered. "Yes, let¡¯s go with ''Electric Cell.'' It''s representative." "Wait, that¡¯s too simple, and I¡¯m not a single cell anymore. Hmm?" "Electricity, current, flash, bilibili, pika..." "Lightning Bug it is. Appropriate and strong." Thus, the evolved microcell earned the title "Lightning Bug" at the dawn of its multicellular existence. (As Lightning Lad dashes by, Railgun stands watch.) Chapter 14: Whatever [Multicellular Evolution Complete. Main Consciousness, strive for greater heights.] "¡­" "Just like that, out of the gate with a flourish. Is the system acting up lately?" "The brain just appeared? That''s strangely simple." Having just exited the biological editing space, the Lightning Bug quickly twisted its body, a streak of electricity coursing through it, bringing a sense of comfort. "Still can''t see anything. I guess reaching the shallow sea, where sunlight penetrates, is essential. Expecting light in the deep sea was a mistake." "Let''s put the flagella and tendrils to the test." With that thought, the Lightning Bug noticed a newfound sense of gravity that it didn''t possess during its single-cell days, adding to its excitement. Targeting downward, and sensing no threats, it flicked its flagella and began to descend slowly. The gentle strokes of its tendrils seemed to provide some additional propulsion. Time mischievously leaped by, and soon, as if encountering an invisible wall, the seabed appeared in the Lightning Bug''s mental perception, directly below its body. "Almost at the seafloor!" "After so long without touching anything solid, I can finally feel the ground beneath me." With enthusiasm, the Lightning Bug moved forward, propelled by its flagella. "Though accustomed to drifting in the water, solid ground brings a sense of security." Reflecting on this, the Lightning Bug redoubled its efforts toward the seabed. The mental perception revealed nothing but mud and sedimentary rock on the ocean floor, completely barren otherwise. "There doesn''t seem to be any danger." A sudden unease struck the Lightning Bug. While gliding parallel to the seabed, it seemed to bump into something, yet its mental perception showed only a barely noticeable thin line, much like seaweed, extending from the mud. "A string-like object?" "Tentacle! Damn it!" Fortunately, the heightened vigilance from past experiences allowed the Lightning Bug to react instantly, tensing its cells and releasing an electric burst. The sudden flash illuminated a tentacle emerging from the sand, reaching towards its body. The hasty electric discharge barely stunned the tentacle, but it was enough to give the Lightning Bug a brief chance to escape its grasp. "If I had muscles, I''d have dodged faster." After a brief upward swim, the electric discharge, being widespread and hastily deployed, lacked impact but still managed to briefly paralyze the tentacle. It seemed the unknown tentacled creature had decent electrical resistance. Regaining control, the creature quickly retracted its exposed tentacle and stirred up silt to obscure the water, choosing not to pursue further¡ªperhaps wary of another electric shock from the Lightning Bug. "Glad I reacted quickly, or that could''ve been the end. Seems the seabed isn''t safe." Reflecting on the swiftly withdrawn tentacle, the Lightning Bug shuddered with residual fear. For now, it didn''t dare approach the ground again. Testing the electric tendrils and flagella would have to wait "until I accumulate enough evolution points," it thought. "Even a seemingly safe world through mental perception can''t be fully trusted. I can''t sense solid entities like the ground or rocks; such ambushes remain dangerous."If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. Choosing a direction that felt like it led toward shallower waters, the Lightning Bug maintained a cautious distance from the seabed while propelling itself forward with flagella and tendrils. ¡ù¡ù¡ù "Damn it, what''s with this Lightning Bug? Might as well call myself Snail Bug at this pace." After a few frustrated flicks of the flagella, utterly dissatisfied with its current speed, the Lightning Bug despondently stopped using the flagella, which seemed ineffective. "At this rate, when will I ever reach the shallow sea?" Abandoning the flagella, it entered a nearby water current, letting it carry the body. Surprisingly, this passive movement was faster than swimming, deepening the Lightning Bug''s disdain for its slow flagellar propulsion. Scanning its surroundings, the Lightning Bug hoped to encounter a fast-moving multicellular organism to acquire a fast movement component. Whether it could catch and defeat such prey wasn''t a concern for now. "Going with the flow isn''t bad, most people in modern society drift along too. Plus, it saves a lot of nutrients." "Mm, is this ancestral seaweed? It''s tastier and easier to chew than multicellular chunks." Swallowing a drifting piece of algae, the Lightning Bug felt a significant nutritional boost. But how long would it take to reach the shallow sea like this? That question left it feeling helpless. However, in movies, shipwreck survivors often wash ashore, so maybe a nap would end in waking up on a beach. Currently, the Lightning Bug resembled a jellyfish lazily floating in the ocean, just like those seen on nature shows. Yet unlike the large, familial clusters of jellyfish, it floated alone, not even reaching Robinson Crusoe''s level¡ªhe at least had Friday. The difference was stark. "8051 said the dispersed microcells would complete their evolution to multicellular organisms in succession. Why haven''t I encountered any?" Floating idly was dull, with nothing but darkness all around. "In a deep-sea horror flick, isn''t this where a giant monster bursts from the darkness and opens its jaws wide?" The Lightning Bug¡¯s extreme boredom led to such remarks, yet the silent darkness stubbornly maintained its mystery, unwilling to reveal anything. "Seafloor volcanoes, earthquakes, deep-sea monsters, anything¡ªshow yourself! This bland world isn''t an ancient mysterious sea, it''s a dime-a-dozen dark room." After drifting for ages, the monotony and emptiness made the Lightning Bug¡¯s mind darker than reality. Perhaps its complaints were mistaken for wishes, overheard by a passing system deity. Mid-rant and almost transforming into a wraith of resentment, the Lightning Bug noticed an odd shift in the current, followed by rising bubbles from the seabed. "What''s happening? A monster or an undersea earthquake?" Instantly alert, the Lightning Bug felt a tremor, electricity crackling through its body. Yet, after the initial jolt, the water calmed. Though miraculously avoiding the rising bubbles, the Lightning Bug wasn''t disappointed. "An initial anomaly, then relative calm, followed by a more intense eruption¡ªclassic disaster film formula." "Heh, these charming bubbles keep rising, but why? Earthquake, monster, volcano, or something mysterious?" On the verge of madness from the endless dark space, the Lightning Bug ignored personal safety, voicing a wicked complaint. Indeed, after a brief calm, the simple cluster eyes detected a dramatic flare of light ahead¡ª(the perception of light was immense). A violent shockwave expanded outward. Awed by the unexpected fiery display, the Lightning Bug was swept away by the shockwave before it could react, losing consciousness instantly. [Severe impact detected, primary organism deceased.] [Detected an organism of the same species with a mental imprint, transferring main consciousness to this organism.] In a region the Lightning Bug could no longer perceive, gas spewed from the volcano and seafloor fissures, disrupting the tranquil seabed with smoke and steam. Volcanic debris clouded the water, while fresh lava rapidly cooled in the ocean, generating more smoke. Volcanic tremors churned the water, deforming the seafloor as tectonic shifts slowly birthed an island. Tragically, the Lightning Bug was torn apart in the eruption''s force, and its consciousness, now in a kin organism, was unconscious, missing this grand natural spectacle. "¡­" "Uh, where am I?" "Who am I?" "Microcell? Jal? Lightning? Or 8051?" "Feeling dizzy." Gradually, in a once turbulent but now settling sea (save for the new volcanic island), the conscious Lightning Bug grappled with mental clarity. Wriggling its body, it unleashed a burst of electricity. "Ah. Finally awake." "Darn it, I fainted. Missed such a fiery scene." (Unaware it had perished yet again.) "Probably an undersea volcanic eruption. Rare sight even for people of the past world. Bummer." Oblivious to previous danger, the Lightning Bug felt its bodily control "returning," running an electric current to check its system. With mental and physical faculties intact, it sought out a current, hoping it''d eventually drift to shallow waters¡ªcontinuing its lazy float. "¡­" "Goodness, that was close; I didn''t die!" "A miracle!" The delayed comprehension brought a wave of relief. "Body feels slightly stiff to control, a bit dizzy too. Better be cautious from now on." Though the event was over, and another natural disaster would equally challenge a little soft-bodied creature, the Lightning Bug resolved to remember and steer clear of danger zones in the future. The water was murky, yet this was advantageous, as it revealed many nutrient-rich substances. Opening its soft mouth wide, the Lightning Bug let debris flow into its digestive tract, digesting and excreting effortlessly. "What an easy way to eat." This leisurely feeding stirred Jal''s lazy consciousness within, letting the Lightning Bug drift without effort amid the turbid current. Forward, backward, left, right¡­ Chapter 15: The Deep Sea "Hmm¡­" Bored and adrift in the murky waters, Lightning pondered whether its consciousness might soon dissipate. "Evolution, development." That was likely just a feeling, though. "I still need to evolve and develop. If I don''t keep going, other organisms will surpass or even eliminate me." A voice echoed in its mind¡ªits voice, yet somehow not its own. "What''s the rush? Drifting leisurely with no worries about food for a while isn''t so bad," it rationalized, answering itself. "Ever since I arrived, it''s been about finding food, eliminating enemies, evolving; then finding more food, defeating more enemies, and evolving again." "It''s boring. I''m tired of it." Lazily moving its long mouth, Lightning gulped down a cloud of nutrient-rich water, unconcerned with sanitation. "Only higher organisms with their fragile stomachs worry about food hygiene. Those stomachs seem even worse than mine as a bug. Why are they considered higher organisms?" Lightning felt a twinge of exhaustion. "I used to want nothing more than to be a carefree couch potato, but now it''s all so arduous." "Loneliness must be part of the experience for every traveler. Totally detached from original society, in an unfamiliar world, with foreign groups and strange organisms. Some, like me, even have unfamiliar bodies." "But they immediately have fully-formed bodies, while mine had to be assembled from parts. I can''t say which is better or worse¡ªthey''re just different situations." Lightning''s consciousness sighed at the emptiness around it. "They say other microcells also evolved, but I haven''t encountered any yet." (Even though its current body is one.) "Though it feels like only a short time, maybe about a year, the records state billions of years. How long until this species develops civilization?" With its soft body drifting aimlessly, Lightning occasionally voiced these contemplative doubts. "In the editor space, there''s just 8051 to talk to, and I need spores to enter." Such constant murmuring in the consciousness was wearisome. If it were human, Jal would be lazily lying on grass, gazing at the sun with hands behind his head. "Am I really going to waste away like this?" The shift from stillness to motion happened in an instant, jolting Lightning into action. "Geez, why the sudden despair? Life seems infinite now, but who knows if the system will impose a time limit at the multicellular stage?" "If I don''t finish in time, there won''t be anywhere to cry." A string of electric sparks flickered through Lightning''s nearly transparent body, focusing its mind slightly. Wriggling its soft body to concentrate its awareness, Lightning prepared to continue its evolutionary journey. "Huh, electricity?!" As it reflected on its earlier despondency, Lightning suddenly sensed a flash of electricity in a direction. (Note: The mental sensing range is currently much narrower than visual range.) Until now, Jal had encountered no other organisms capable of emitting electricity, leading him to believe only his kind could. Considering electricity = discharge = electrode cells, and only its species possesses these, the tentative conclusion was: "A companion!" Concluding it must be an evolved kin, a series of electric sparks erupted across Lightning''s body. Deploying its flagella and tentacles with renewed vigor, it swam frantically toward the source, even more frustrated with its slow speed. ¡­ "Where is it? Uh, I mean, where''s the bug? How come there''s nothing here?" Reaching the approximate location revealed nothing but murky water to Lightning''s mental perception. The guiding electric light had ceased halfway there. "Darn, they employ hit-and-run tactics better than I do." Unwilling to accept this, Lightning circled the area but found nothing. Discharge? Suddenly recalling this method, Lightning began intermittently releasing electricity, hoping to catch a companion''s attention, while the surrounding nutrient supply nourished its needs.Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. "Why hasn''t anyone shown up? Could they have already swum away?" "Well, this is near the volcanic area, so maybe they all fled. Maybe the one earlier was straggling." Discharging all its electricity again, Lightning realized the futility and stopped, turning to consume floating matter to restore nutrients. Then, an unexpected change in perception occurred. "What, is there really a companion passing by?" Still dubious about its previous actions, Lightning maintained skepticism that a companion might have noticed the flashes and approached. In truth, those discharges served more as venting than attracting kin. Adjusting its posture slowly, Lightning reassessed the detected presence. "As expected, it''s not." In Lightning''s mental sensing, a tentacled, octopus-like organism propelled by six tentacles was approaching at a decent speed. Two large protrusions on its pointed front, resembling eyes, explained how it noticed Lightning. "Clearly, emotions need regulating¡ªacting out just attracted another creature. Could this be an ancestor of the octopus?" Lightning didn''t flee, knowing escape was futile given its current speed. Besides, with its respectable electrical capability, it wasn''t without a fighting chance. "I wonder if I can move like an octopus. Maybe I''ll try adjusting positions next evolution." As the distance closed, Lightning amassed energy within, determined to act regardless of the creature''s disposition. Bravery isn''t nurtured by fleeing; many understand this, but few can achieve it. Lightning was merely trying. In a perilous world, courage was indispensable. Moreover, time would bring more creatures and increased aggression. Without evolving now, it would soon lack any countermeasures. Electricity was not all-powerful. The octopoid hesitated after Lightning ceased discharging, puzzled by the fading light. Yet it soon spotted Lightning close by. However, it maintained a non-aggressive posture, proceeding along a slightly different path. "Seems like a peaceful creature." Without developed sensory organs to detect danger early, competition was low, and aggressiveness among creatures remained subdued. Lightning was unlucky to face aggressive multicellular beings during evolution. "Sorry, but you''ll be my evolution points. Take this, electric burst!" Pale blue electricity filled the small area. The creature, passing by, seemed unequipped to handle the shock, freezing instantaneously. However, just when Lightning thought it had dealt a blow like with the Pincer, the creature quickly recovered, launching its six tentacles at Lightning. Had Jal been human, he might¡¯ve been startled. Yet, Lightning had to remember its own two tentacles¡ªself-assembled. Prepped and ready, Lightning awaited the moment to deliver a fatal strike. In movies, octopuses grab and subdue targets before attacking (also movie knowledge), but before attacking, they were often thwarted, suggesting a chance. However, after opening its tentacles, the creature rapidly retreated, propelled by water currents, disappearing from Lightning''s sensing. "¡­" "Wow, that was a quick escape." Watching it vanish, Lightning couldn''t help but admire¡ªand perhaps grudgingly respect¡ªthe possible octopus ancestor. "Speed really matters. Isn¡¯t there a saying about how the fastest techniques are unstoppable?" "Survival is paramount here." "Of course, it''s the survival of the whole species." "Increasing speed requires evolution, which needs better components and more evolution points, so¡­" "I¡¯ll stick to troubling the multicellular organisms I can handle." Waving its flagella, Lightning swam toward deeper waters. ¡ù¡ù¡ù Below a steep continental shelf, in shadowy depths, a tentacle worm lay in wait within a crevice, anticipating prey. They rarely moved, typically hiding with only a delicate tentacle floating to sense water movement and nearby creatures. Feeding on suspended matter and mud-sourced nutrients, they seized opportune moments to capture soft-bodied multicellular creatures, swiftly ensnaring them with strong tentacles and injecting a paralyzing toxin. The prey was then leisurely devoured, energy stored for future hunts. This tentacle worm idly consumed nutrients from the silt when its tentacle was lightly tapped. Through brief contact, it identified a soft-bodied creature. Instinctively, its needle-like tentacle shot towards the sensed prey. But luck was absent today. As the tentacle emerged, it was immediately struck by numbness. The distressed worm attempted retracting its tentacle, but paralysis quickly spread, denying any emergency severance. Caught in relentless electric jolts, the tentacle worm met its abrupt demise. [Gained 10 Evolution Points] "This ambushing creature ranks as ''Leader''? It''s beyond me," Lightning mused after easily dispatching two creatures¡ªaside from 4 evolution points¡ªthat offered no new components, and five tentacle worms. Lightning realized being at the leader level wasn¡¯t so bad after all. (Tentacle worm protests: Let my needle pierce you and see!) Only the first worm brought a component notification; subsequent ones offered none. Known elements absent in its makeup¡ªtentacles, non-electric touch, possibly internal systems¡ªaffirmed the rule: one component per species, selectable back in the bio editor. Skillfully, Lightning segmented the prey with its long mouth. It still took time, but low biological density allowed ample feeding time. Defeating prey became routine for Lightning. Vision was inadequate for clarity, so upon detecting a tentacle through mental sense, Lightning coaxed out the aggressor''s tentacle with electric touch, delivering a stunning shock. This wouldn''t destroy the creature, only paralyze it momentarily¡ªenough to grab exposed limbs and subject them to sequential electric shocks through electrode cells. Directly shocking the sensing tentacle had proved ineffective, simply severing it without budging the hidden worm. Approaching the sandy lair risked a slow response. Current conditions limited both reflexes and body agility, making close encounters risky. Thus, vanquishing five worms without suffering a needle stab was fortunate. Conversely, an unreachable target rendered any formidable attack useless. Fast electric responses enabled Lightning¡¯s success. After encountering the octopoid, Lightning intended to return to the seabed for potential targets. However, swept far by volcanic shockwaves, it found itself exploring a steep rise¡ªa potential continental shelf or mere mound, judging by its scale-unknown body. Opting to ascend, it engaged cliff-dwelling leader-level tentacle worms and common soft-bodied prey. The former provided good practice and mobile nutrition; numerous minion-level creatures, though less helpful component-wise, contributed to evolution points. Amid a meal, Lightning sensed an approaching Steel Jaw from its evolutionary trials¡ªthe unfortunate victim of an earlier encounter. "Interrupting a meal is a grave offense, especially when you offer no worthy component. So, be gone!" Facing the advancing Steel Jaw, Lightning turned confidently, unleashing another powerful electric discharge. Chapter 16: Breeding "Let''s continue up along this continental shelf." Having consumed the Steel Jaw, Lightning felt its nutrients were so abundant it was almost full. "It seems there''s a limit to how much nutrition I can store; I already feel like I''m not digesting fast enough." "I probably should have evolved a larger body size when I became multicellular. I can''t even see single cells now." Slowly ascending the steep slope, which seemed like a continental shelf, Lightning recalled what 8051 mentioned about needing the species'' spores to enter the biological editing space. "But what are spores? Are they like biological eggs? They''re for reproduction, right?" Lightning tallied up the evolution points accumulated. "I have about 59 points now. I should evolve in the biological editing space; my current speed is too slow." "But how do I find spores? Reproduce? How do I even reproduce?" "Wait, what did the introduction say last time?" "Asexual reproduction?" "Right, asexual reproduction. And spores are key to species reproduction." "Does this mean I have to produce them myself?" "Oh, seriously?!" [Main consciousness chooses reproduction. Enter species'' reproductive phase?] The system prompt came just as Lightning was fretting over the idea of having to birth the next generation itself. "So I do have to reproduce. How does that work?" "What now?" "Couldn''t they have let me choose before? Frustrating." "¡­" "Well, fine. Didn''t I go through division during the single-cell stage like this?" "I''m not human anymore, so why worry about gender?" "Just consider it division; it''s asexual reproduction anyway." "Yes, enter the reproductive phase. I need to get back to 8051 and ask what to do next. Really, why not evolve sexual reproduction?" [Entering species reproductive phase. Species organism begins accumulating nutrients for reproduction.] As the system message ended, Lightning sensed nutrients pooling in one area of its body and felt a sudden fatigue. "Damn, looks like I need more nutrients. Food, I need more food." With that thought, Lightning swam along the current, focusing on its mental perception. A moment ago, feeling full, it now realized the dwindling nutrients were insufficient. To avoid becoming immobilized prey or starving to death, Lightning resumed its search for food. Food, nutrient-rich food. What''s infuriating about many things is that when you don''t need them, they''re everywhere; but when you do, they''re nowhere to be found. "Really, where did they all go? There were plenty before. Did they all hide?" Wavering with hunger, Lightning continued searching. "Ah, a Big Mouth. My old friend, you''re my savior now!" In its perception, a Big Mouth creature leisurely drifted by, its mouth opening and closing. From the perspective of its former microcell self, this was one of those multicellular Big Mouths it used to encounter. Without overthinking, Lightning approached, electricity building within, as two slow old cars converged. Then, the peaceful Big Mouth, oblivious to the growing small creature, was swiftly defeated by the once-ignored, now-grown Lightning, providing a bounty of nutrients and 2 evolution points.Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. [New component acquired.] "Huh?! Didn''t expect the common Big Mouth to have a component I lacked. Never underestimate them." Consuming the Big Mouth''s legacy, Lightning felt genuine gratitude for its generosity. (¡­) "Even though the nutrient depletion has slowed, it''s best to accumulate more, just in case." Spending more than the usual time, Lightning finished off the remaining meat chunks, evaluating its body''s nutrient consumption rate. "The nutrient consumption seems to have slowed down, and spores are forming within, feeling like some cells are dividing, albeit slowly." "Ugh, this feels strange. How does sexual reproduction occur in biology? I returned all my biology knowledge to my high school teacher. Regretting it now." Flickers of electricity sputtered weakly within. "Wait, will there be a power drop during spore formation? How am I supposed to hunt?!" Feeling the electric current generated sluggishly, Lightning found the once-active electricity dulled. Considering the situation, it was indeed unfortunate, with the body being so flawed it lacked even a decent heart. With nutrients diverted to reproduction, less was available for electricity generation. "Evolve." Glancing at the dark space, Lightning continued upward, drawn to the promise of light in the shallow sea after dwelling in dark waters for too long. ¡ù¡ù¡ù Armor, with its thick, heavy shell, cautiously climbed the steep cliff, feeling extremely frustrated, and the once-dominant heavy armor on its back now seemed like a burden. Armor wasn''t a native of these deep sea waters; it was a creature of the shallows. With its evolved hard shell and powerful jaws, this defensive and offensive armored set, along with six pairs of limbs for seabed locomotion and two shell plates for short water glides, made it a formidable presence even in the abundant life of the shallows. However, Armor lacked any semblance of dominance now. Despite buoyancy, carrying a heavy armor closer to a snail than the lightweight shells of bugs, climbing this steep continental slope was enough to make Armor murderous¡ªor at least think murderous thoughts. Why was the shallow sea''s little overlord Armor here? Simply put, it was unlucky. Once, while ambushing a solitary swim fish (an invertebrate resembling fish with a soft outer shell), the agile prey evaded. Furious, Armor chased the elusive fish, sliding gracefully with six limbs and two plates. The elusive creature maintained a teasing distance, leading Armor to the precipice of a steep continental shelf. Predictably, the fish continued gliding leisurely, while Armor¡ªfocused on its catch¡ªslid unwittingly off the edge into the depths. Luckily, as a seasoned ruler, Armor reacted swiftly, repositioning mid-fall, abandoning the erratic fish attempting to plunge it further. Using limbs and plates, it latched onto a rock, dim light still visible. And thus, we arrive at the beginning scene. "I''m gonna eat fish every day when I get back." Seething with determination, Armor continued its climb. Then, its protruding eyes detected an odd soft-bodied organism, weakly flicking its pitiful flagella, ascending from below. "Should I eat it?" Armor, previously contemplating a fish diet, hesitated. Hungry, yet cautious of another tumble, Armor prioritized safety. Who knew how long a recovery would take if it fell again? Yet, this naive (oblivious to Armored threat), plump (Armor was lean and tough, while the organism was soft and bloated), weak (lacking recognizable weapons), and slow creature looked like irresistible prey. "Fortune favors those who seize it." Feeling a peculiar phrase echo in its mind, Armor turned and charged. "Damn, how come there aren''t spores yet? How much reproduction is needed? Hope it doesn''t take ten months!" Not long into reproduction, Lightning was frustrated with the slow spore formation. Despite defeating soft-bodied organisms for nutrients and evolution points, it felt increasingly sluggish, perception even narrowing. Nearly pricked by a tentacle worm''s needle, Lightning finally witnessed their true threat. The only consolation was the faint light filtering from above. "Looks like the shallow sea isn''t too far now, with light seeping through. But these eyes are still useless, no contours visible." "Huh, why is it suddenly dark ahead? It can''t be night already, can it?" The dimming view and fatigue in its body alerted Lightning, snapping its focus back. A creature resembling a cross between a snail and shrimp, armored and multi-legged, rushed downward, its intimidating jaw aimed right at Lightning. "Damn, the shallow sea evolved shelled creatures?" Moments ago, in a good mood, Lightning was now seething. Extracting precious nutrients from spore formation, it unleashed an electric burst just before contact. Simultaneously, it flicked its tentacles, propelling itself sideways. The diminished electric burst barely dispersed over the creature''s thick shell. Feeling the slight pause, which quickly faded, Lightning sensed panic as the armored creature swung a shell plate, slicing off several flagella cells. "Damn, this looks bad." Focused on its attacker, the flagella slowly recovered. Preparing for an all-or-nothing clash as it did with Steel Jaws, Lightning amassed electricity. Creatures with electrical resistance were dangerous foes at this stage. The attacker quickly adjusted, twisting to realign its front with Lightning, limbs flailing. Lightning tensely observed, the distance widening. "Huh?" "Widening?" Suddenly aware, Lightning found it strange. "Our distance is widening, not closing?" Indeed, the gap continued to grow¡­ "What''s happening? Is it gaining distance for a charge? Does it need a running start?" Despite Lightning''s confusion, the attacker sank further, disappearing from Lightning''s perception. ¡­ "Why hasn''t it returned?" Maintaining tension for too long made Lightning feel stiff. Yet the attacker hadn''t reemerged¡ªand a bizarrely fading "Ah¡ª" echoed in its mind. "Maybe this fellow was falling and wanted a hand?" The thought surfaced in Lightning''s mind but felt too absurd to accept. "Haha, no way. Maybe the electricity affected it enough to change targets. Yes, that''s it." Unable to accept the logical truth, Lightning found comfort in its assumption and planned to leave quickly in case the creature returned. "Come to think of it, reacting to emergencies has become slow." "Judging by the faint light, the shallow sea isn''t far. Better find a safe spot to reproduce and evolve before ascending." Chapter 17: Safety "Let''s keep ascending this continental shelf." After devouring the Steel Jaw, Lightning felt its nutrient reserves were full to the point of saturation. "It seems there''s a limit to how much nutrition I can store; it feels like I''m not digesting fast enough." "I probably should have increased my size when I became multicellular. I can''t even see single cells now." Slowly making its way up the steep slope that resembled a continental shelf, Lightning recalled that 8051 had mentioned needing the species'' spores to enter the biological editing space. "But what are spores? Are they like biological eggs? They''re for reproduction, right?" Lightning tallied up its evolution points. "I have about 59 points. I need to evolve in the biological editing space; my current speed is too slow." "But how do I find spores? Reproduce? How do I even reproduce?" "Wait, what did it say during the last introduction?" "Asexual reproduction?" "Right, asexual reproduction. And spores are key to species reproduction." "Does this mean I have to produce them myself?" "Oh, seriously?!" [Main consciousness chooses reproduction. Enter species'' reproductive phase?] The system prompt arrived just as Lightning was worrying over the need to spawn the next generation itself. "So I do have to reproduce. How does that even work?" "What now?" "Couldn''t they have let me choose before? It''s frustrating." "¡­" "Well, fine. Didn''t I go through division during the single-cell stage like this?" "I''m not human anymore, so why worry about gender?" "Just think of it as division; it''s asexual reproduction anyway." "Yes, enter the reproductive phase. I need to get back to 8051 and ask what to do next. Honestly, why not evolve sexual reproduction directly?" [Entering species reproductive phase. Species organism begins accumulating nutrients for reproduction.] As the system message ended, Lightning sensed nutrients concentrating in one part of its body, bringing a sudden fatigue. "Damn, looks like I need more nutrients. Food, more food." With that thought, Lightning swam along the current, focusing on its mental perception. Just moments ago it felt full, but now the dwindling nutrients were clearly insufficient. To avoid becoming immobilized prey or starving, Lightning resumed its search for food. Food, nutrient-rich food. What''s annoying about many things is that when you don''t need them, they''re everywhere; but when you do, they''re nowhere to be found. "Really, where did they all go? There were plenty before. Did they all hide?" Wavering with hunger, Lightning continued searching. "Ah, a Big Mouth. My old friend, you''re my savior now!" In its perception, a Big Mouth creature leisurely drifted by, its mouth opening and closing. From the perspective of its former microcell self, this was one of those multicellular Big Mouths it used to encounter. Without overthinking, Lightning approached, electricity building within, as two slow old cars converged. Then, the peaceful Big Mouth, oblivious to the growing small creature, was swiftly defeated by the once-ignored, now-grown Lightning, providing a bounty of nutrients and 2 evolution points.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. [New component acquired.] "Huh?! Didn''t expect the common Big Mouth to have a component I lacked. Never underestimate them." Consuming the Big Mouth''s legacy, Lightning felt genuine gratitude for its generosity. (¡­) "Even though the nutrient depletion has slowed, it''s best to accumulate more, just in case." Spending more than the usual time, Lightning finished off the remaining meat chunks, evaluating its body''s nutrient consumption rate. "The nutrient consumption seems to have slowed down, and spores are forming within, feeling like some cells are dividing, albeit slowly." "Ugh, this feels strange. How does sexual reproduction occur in biology? I returned all my biology knowledge to my high school teacher. Regretting it now." Flickers of electricity sputtered weakly within. "Wait, will there be a power drop during spore formation? How am I supposed to hunt?!" Feeling the electric current generated sluggishly, Lightning found the once-active electricity dulled. Considering the situation, it was indeed unfortunate, with the body being so flawed it lacked even a decent heart. With nutrients diverted to reproduction, less was available for electricity generation. "Evolve." Glancing at the dark space, Lightning continued upward, drawn to the promise of light in the shallow sea after dwelling in dark waters for too long. ¡ù¡ù¡ù Armor, with its thick, heavy shell, cautiously climbed the steep cliff, feeling extremely frustrated, and the once-dominant heavy armor on its back now seemed like a burden. Armor wasn''t a native of these deep sea waters; it was a creature of the shallows. With its evolved hard shell and powerful jaws, this defensive and offensive armored set, along with six pairs of limbs for seabed locomotion and two shell plates for short water glides, made it a formidable presence even in the abundant life of the shallows. However, Armor lacked any semblance of dominance now. Despite buoyancy, carrying a heavy armor closer to a snail than the lightweight shells of bugs, climbing this steep continental slope was enough to make Armor murderous¡ªor at least think murderous thoughts. Why was the shallow sea''s little overlord Armor here? Simply put, it was unlucky. Once, while ambushing a solitary swim fish (an invertebrate resembling fish with a soft outer shell), the agile prey evaded. Furious, Armor chased the elusive fish, sliding gracefully with six limbs and two plates. The elusive creature maintained a teasing distance, leading Armor to the precipice of a steep continental shelf. Predictably, the fish continued gliding leisurely, while Armor¡ªfocused on its catch¡ªslid unwittingly off the edge into the depths. Luckily, as a seasoned ruler, Armor reacted swiftly, repositioning mid-fall, abandoning the erratic fish attempting to plunge it further. Using limbs and plates, it latched onto a rock, dim light still visible. And thus, we arrive at the beginning scene. "I''m gonna eat fish every day when I get back." Seething with determination, Armor continued its climb. Then, its protruding eyes detected an odd soft-bodied organism, weakly flicking its pitiful flagella, ascending from below. "Should I eat it?" Armor, previously contemplating a fish diet, hesitated. Hungry, yet cautious of another tumble, Armor prioritized safety. Who knew how long a recovery would take if it fell again? Yet, this naive (oblivious to Armored threat), plump (Armor was lean and tough, while the organism was soft and bloated), weak (lacking recognizable weapons), and slow creature looked like irresistible prey. "Fortune favors those who seize it." Feeling a peculiar phrase echo in its mind, Armor turned and charged. "Damn, how come there aren''t spores yet? How much reproduction is needed? Hope it doesn''t take ten months!" Not long into reproduction, Lightning was frustrated with the slow spore formation. Despite defeating soft-bodied organisms for nutrients and evolution points, it felt increasingly sluggish, perception even narrowing. Nearly pricked by a tentacle worm''s needle, Lightning finally witnessed their true threat. The only consolation was the faint light filtering from above. "Looks like the shallow sea isn''t too far now, with light seeping through. But these eyes are still useless, no contours visible." "Huh, why is it suddenly dark ahead? It can''t be night already, can it?" The dimming view and fatigue in its body alerted Lightning, snapping its focus back. A creature resembling a cross between a snail and shrimp, armored and multi-legged, rushed downward, its intimidating jaw aimed right at Lightning. "Damn, the shallow sea evolved shelled creatures?" Moments ago, in a good mood, Lightning was now seething. Extracting precious nutrients from spore formation, it unleashed an electric burst just before contact. Simultaneously, it flicked its tentacles, propelling itself sideways. The diminished electric burst barely dispersed over the creature''s thick shell. Feeling the slight pause, which quickly faded, Lightning sensed panic as the armored creature swung a shell plate, slicing off several flagella cells. "Damn, this looks bad." Focused on its attacker, the flagella slowly recovered. Preparing for an all-or-nothing clash as it did with Steel Jaws, Lightning amassed electricity. Creatures with electrical resistance were dangerous foes at this stage. The attacker quickly adjusted, twisting to realign its front with Lightning, limbs flailing. Lightning tensely observed, the distance widening. "Huh?" "Widening?" Suddenly aware, Lightning found it strange. "Our distance is widening, not closing?" Indeed, the gap continued to grow¡­ "What''s happening? Is it gaining distance for a charge? Does it need a running start?" Despite Lightning''s confusion, the attacker sank further, disappearing from Lightning''s perception. ¡­ "Why hasn''t it returned?" Maintaining tension for too long made Lightning feel stiff. Yet the attacker hadn''t reemerged¡ªand a bizarrely fading "Ah¡ª" echoed in its mind. "Maybe this fellow was falling and wanted a hand?" The thought surfaced in Lightning''s mind but felt too absurd to accept. "Haha, no way. Maybe the electricity affected it enough to change targets. Yes, that''s it." Unable to accept the logical truth, Lightning found comfort in its assumption and planned to leave quickly in case the creature returned. "Come to think of it, reacting to emergencies has become slow." "Judging by the faint light, the shallow sea isn''t far. Better find a safe spot to reproduce and evolve before ascending." Chapter 18: The Tree of Life "Understood." "Before evolving, I need to ask something. I encountered the Steel Jaw again and noticed that its movement seems to be driven by the entire body rather than independent external components, correct?" [Correct. It uses muscle contractions to propel itself. Its speed is not very high, only 3.] "Size." "I remember that upon entering the multicellular stage, organisms exhibit significant size differences. Can this evolution space also change sizes?" [Of course. In the current soft-bodied organism stage, you can adjust body size within reasonable limits and slightly alter component shapes to better suit survival and evolution. When the main consciousness discovers this method, the system automatically activates this feature.] "How extensive is the range?" [You''ll find out when you attempt to make changes. The system will notify you if you exceed the limits.] "So it seems the system has many hidden functions." "Let''s spend those 100 evolution points first." Focusing again on the 3D model, Jal began contemplating how to equip components from the display box. Muscle fibers, the chemical sensing system, and the electric jaw were too expensive for now, so there wasn''t much to consider. The stomach sac and intestines were essential for improving feeding efficiency and reducing the time between meals, increasing survival chances. "Only by surviving can we think about better evolution, or perhaps evolution itself is for better survival," Jal thought to himself. [Simple Digestive Tract Capable of digesting only small food items Cost: 30 (Evolution Points)] The previously unseen details of the digestive tract were now visible. Removing it from Lightning''s body returned 30 evolution points. "Only 30 points, while the stomach and intestines cost 100 points. The original digestive tract was inadequate." For Jal, improving Lightning''s digestive system was paramount. The stomach and intestines were installed, and Jal used focus to enlarge the stomach slightly. "You can indeed change the shape." This change involved merely adjusting the number of cells in different areas. After altering the stomach''s size to satisfaction, Jal turned his attention to the intestines. Though uncertain if longer was better, lengthening them seemed acceptable, considering creatures often have winding intestines. Next was adjusting the body''s size, which caused other components to grow proportionately. "Size adjustments affect the whole body. Let''s see how large I can go." The 3D model of Lightning expanded until it doubled in size, at which point the system indicated the limit. "So double is my current system allowance. Yet, being too large without better defenses or reflexes, and without the drastic size difference between multicellular and single-cell organisms, just makes me an attractive target and a moving meat locker." Carefully resizing, Jal increased the body size by about a third, transforming it from a rotund form into a streamlined shape, wider at the front and narrower towards the back. Soon, a sleek form appeared.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings. The rear flagella became shorter and flatter, arranging into a cross with the streamlined body. Now more like a fish''s tail than a flagellum, any propulsion power was minimal. Jal no longer intended it for speed, instead using it as a rudder when Lightning''s tentacles propelled it forward. The two electric tentacles were moved to the mid-lower body and made thicker at the base to increase pulling strength, facilitating movement along the seabed, positioned like a fish''s front fins, though without bones. "Wait, bones!" Jal realized something. "The mention of soft-bodied organisms¡ª8051, could the key to the next stage be bones? Or rather, a skeletal system? How simple, how did I not realize this before? Maybe my brain''s rusted from being here too long? Speaking of which..." The translucent consciousness wiggled slightly. "This consciousness lacks a brain, so what am I thinking with?" [You hit on the mention of soft-bodied organisms, but I''m restricted from confirming your theory by the system.] "Oh. But it seems right¡ªsoft-bodied organisms gain bones, enabling them to support bodily functions better, transitioning to land where air is less buoyant than water." Realizing this delighted Jal. "But how do I acquire bones?" "I should try to hunt bony creatures next time, even if it seems tough. Maybe by ambushing?" "With 31 evolution points left, let''s add another electric tentacle." Jal equipped a tentacle on the upper back to guard against rear attacks, thickening the base similar to airplane wing blends. "Looks decent; aside from the awkward mouth, it vaguely resembles a fish." After some fine-tuning, the formerly rounded Lightning was gone, replaced by a mini-transparent soft-bodied shark, with an oversized mouth and rear-located electric tentacles. "Great, that''s the shape! A quick rest before venturing out." "Hehe, 8051, let''s talk about life and the world." [Give this organism a name first. 8051 remains unfazed.] "Name? Isn''t it just Lightning?" [Lightning was the previous species name. Principally, different species shouldn''t share names. Post-evolution, you''re a distinct species from Lightning.] 8051 clarified. "A different species? So after evolving, it''s a different organism?" [Indeed. You no longer resemble a Lightning Bug.] [In early stages, species are few. Biological and environmental factors drive differentiation from proto-cellular life to diverse species, like branches on a tree. Later, species diversify more, though many branches¡ªdue to scarcity or poor adaptation¡ªare culled. Survivors branch further.] [You may eventually encounter predatory descendants of Microcells or Lightning Bugs. They evolved like Earth''s Haikouichthys, an ancestor of all vertebrates, including yours. You needn''t fear, though. Synchronous or subsequent spores will evolve into your edited species, supporting this organism. The original Lightning Bug species will persist until it evolves or nature eliminates it, unrelated to you. You''re the species'' main consciousness.] "It feels like a life tree, constantly growing and branching. If my species'' branches dominated the tree, it would be truly fulfilling." "So, later, species multiply." "What name suits it? My naming skills are dubious. 8051, how about a suggestion?" [I can''t assist. 8051 is speechless at the main consciousness¡¯s laziness.] "Don''t be mad." "Lightning''s upgraded¡ªhow about Thunder? Thunder Bug sounds good." [Thunder Bug Multicellular Organism, Soft-bodied, Early Biological Evolution Species. Evolution Points: 1 Life: 25/25 Attack: Electric Jaw (15) (Biting), Electric Tentacle (5) (Contact) ¡Á3, Electric Burst (35) (Area) Defense: Bristle Skin (10) (Enhanced Electric Defense) Movement: 2¡ª7 Vision: Cluster Eye Reproduction: Asexual Spores Body Information: Digestive System, Nervous System, Nutrient Circulation. Species Rating: Leader With recent evolution, the newly formed Thunder Bug boasts a sleek shape and greater attack power, significantly boosting survival. Beware of creatures with bones¡ªthey''re stronger and tougher.] "Electric Burst improved, likely from additional electric tentacles. Still a leader level." Regretful. "8051, how are levels rated?" [Current system-provided ratings: Commoner level¡ªno active aggression, low in attack, defense, and mobility; numerous, mainly prey. Minion level¡ªactive aggression, mediocre in strength, frequent predators, though some are herbivores. Leader level¡ªspecial attack, high survival capability, food-driven; generally secure. Boss level¡ªpowerful individuals, thriving regardless of attack specifics. Due to unfamiliarity with Underworld and Epic levels, system abstains from rating.] "So, was that shelled creature a Boss?" [Correct. But levels above Leader easily demote if stronger species arise. Lower levels are stable, so demotion isn''t immediate. 8051 joked.] "¡­" [Confirmation complete.] "Yes, no issues. Let''s evolve quickly. Confirm." "See you, 8051." [Species editing complete, exiting biological editing space.] Chapter 19: Silence [Species editing complete, exiting biological editing space.] "Hmm?" Upon exiting the biological editing space, Thunder Bug used its mental perception to survey the surroundings. Around it were a dozen or so juvenile Thunder Bugs, seemingly having developed the general appearance and components of the mature Thunder Bug, although their bodies hadn''t reached full size yet. Being soft-bodied creatures, they appeared chubby and adorably small¡ªmuch cuter than the mature form seen in the biological editing space. Nearby, Lightning was busy chewing up three multicellular organisms for the young Thunder Bugs. Despite this, Lightning was still larger than the juvenile Thunder Bugs. "But once the Thunder Bugs grow up, they''ll be larger than Lightning is now." Recalling the size and shape of the adult Thunder Bug as set in the biological editing space, Thunder Bug noticed that its mental perception of Lightning was significantly weaker than that of the nearby juvenile Thunder Bugs. Although its perception was still much stronger than that of other creatures, it was clearly diminishing. "What''s going on?" Confused, Thunder Bug remembered what 8051 had explained about evolutionary branching in the biological editing space. Thunder Bug slowly pieced it together. "It seems that when the mental perception completely decreases to the level of ordinary unrelated creatures, this Lightning will fully diverge from my role as the main consciousness. It''ll become part of the past." For Jal, who once was human, such separations evoked a sense of melancholy¡ªa feeling akin to farewell. Yet, Thunder Bug couldn''t change this, as its use of mental power was still rudimentary, limited to sensing the environment, which was facilitated by the system. "I guess it''s something that has to happen. The road of evolution is long, and I must get used to it, whether I want to or not." Perhaps in the future, Jal could develop more advanced uses for mental power to mitigate this effect, but exploring such methods independently without any reference is no easy task. "Am I truly embarking on a long and arduous path, seeking answers high and low?" With a flick of its tail-like flagella¡ªoversized due to its juvenile state¡ªThunder Bug observed Lightning continuing to chew the food, while some impatient young Thunder Bugs began to grab pieces of the chewed meat. Meanwhile, Lightning occasionally glanced at the small Thunder Bugs it had spawned. Despite feeling a bit of confusion about why these little creatures looked so different from itself, Lightning didn''t stop chewing. Although Lightning''s thought capacity was slightly higher than other Thunder Bugs due to once being Jal''s main consciousness, it too would gradually fade, akin to the diminishing mental impressions. With its limited thought capacity, Lightning could only feel a vague confusion and continued its task of chewing the leftover multicellular organisms to make it easier for the young Thunder Bugs to eat. In the end, it didn¡¯t concern itself too much. After all, they were its offspring, and that innate sense of familial tenderness wouldn''t fade away, even if the mental imprint did. Under Jal''s long-term development as the main consciousness, the species experienced a faint emergence of parental awareness, which Jal considered a natural development. However, the new main consciousness installed in the young Thunder Bug didn¡¯t dwell on such matters. Enticed by the food before it, Thunder Bug instinctively flicked its flagella and joined its compatriots in swimming toward the neatly chewed chunks provided by Lightning. Interestingly, other Thunder Bugs used the two front tentacles to grip rocks and propelled themselves forward in a hopping motion while using their tail-like flagella for direction¡ªa method reminiscent of a child''s instinctive crawling. Despite their lack of proficiency, it mirrored the movement technique Lightning had urgently adopted earlier. The electric tentacles on the young Thunder Bugs occasionally sparked, as if expressing their excitement.This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Conversely, as the main consciousness that discovered this movement method, Thunder Bug found itself lagging behind the others before realizing the difference, leaving it speechless. "When did these guys learn this trick and use it better than me, the inventor?" Ashamed, Thunder Bug released a slight electric current from the tips of its electric tentacles in a show of dissatisfaction. "Speaking of which, this body should grow fairly quickly. Based on Lightning''s experience, not much time seems to have passed since I entered the biological editing space. The surrounding environment and the leftovers of the Gatekeeper Bug¡¯s meat haven¡¯t changed much." "Once we mature, I''ll lead these companions further upward." As for Lightning, Thunder Bug wasn''t sure what to do, so it decided to leave it aside for now. Switching to the improved movement method, Thunder Bug was the last to reach the meat chunks, quickly consuming them without the need for chewing¡ªa process that seemed to slightly bloat its stomach. While this meant it couldn''t eat continuously, continuous feeding wasn''t usually an option anyway. Overall, the speed of eating in one go was much faster than before. "Speaking of which, the feeling of ''fullness'' might mainly arise after the stomach digests the food, haha." "Installing a better digestive system was definitely the right choice." ¡ù¡ù¡ù At the edge of a steep continental slope, a small beetle with a thin layer of exoskeleton slowly moved along the edge, swaying its six pairs of limbs. Suddenly, its compound eyes detected several shadows emerging from the depths, previously a place of perpetual darkness and silence. These shadows climbed from the depths, treating the steep cliff as if it were level ground, moving with ease. Knowing well the dangers of shallow seas, the small beetle felt no curiosity to linger and investigate. Instead, it quickly scurried into nearby rock formations, disappearing into the safety of the shallows. "We''ve finally reached the shallow sea!" Long immersed in a dark, unseeing world, without functional eyes, the strange deep sea left Jal feeling incredibly oppressed, but at last, freedom was at hand. "I''m finally out of that dark cage." Indeed, it was akin to being in a massive dark room. From a young age, Jal had feared deep, enclosed spaces, and without the system''s assistance, who knows how frazzled he might have become. But that was all in the past. Now, Jal faced the future. With gratitude and awe, Thunder Bug, using its rudimentary eyes, relished the sunlit shallow sea. From the scale of Earth''s standards, this depth should be several tens of meters. Cluster eyes could only detect light intensity and direction, now insufficient for shallow sea exploration. Moreover, this was a new world; Jal couldn''t replicate Earth''s metrics because he had no accurate standard to determine his current size relative to his human form. Ant-sized? Whale-sized? Who could say? Additionally, Jal had no interest or need to cling to many former human notions. Everything here was new, developing from scratch, so... "I''ll develop the world I envision to the best of my ability." This was Jal''s most genuine thought. "Surely, shallow sea creatures have evolved better eyes by now." "Well, I''ll be coming to take them." Setting its sights on the shallow sea organisms, Thunder Bug expanded its mental perception, carefully sensing the long-desired shallow sea area. This was not the vibrant, colorful underwater world from Jal''s fading memories of television. The current shallow sea was nearly barren. Beside the Thunder Bugs, only floating microorganisms and desolate rock and sand composed the sea floor. Perhaps because this was near a continental shelf''s edge, typically desolate, Thunder Bug hadn''t encountered any other creatures despite spending a while there. This led to the ''misconception'' that ''shallow sea organisms are still scarce.'' (Who knows if it''s true?) In its mental perception, the dozen companions followed Thunder Bug along the cliff, observing. Thunder Bug couldn''t control its companions as it did during its microcell phase, nor was it necessary. Thunder Bug now led its group like a pack leader, accompanying them in movement, hunting, and living. After the ascent, Lightning hadn''t followed. Perhaps it would return to the deep sea, though it might remain at that depth. Thunder Bug had no intention of bringing it into the shallow sea, as it understood the danger for Lightning Bugs in these waters. Since encountering Armor, Thunder Bug realized this truth. "Even a formidable creature like Armor was driven down here. I wonder if I can hold my ground¡ªor rather, my tentacles, hehe." For Thunder Bug, the shallow sea also posed great danger. Yet, to evolve further, Thunder Bug had to venture upward. It was a challenge in pursuit of greater goals. "Facing an uncertain path, let evolution fill the ever-fading time." With this thought, Thunder Bug, refusing to let undue worries cloud its mind, fiercely flicked its electric tentacles. "Enough reflection, onward." With companions in tow, Thunder Bugs swam deeper into the shallow sea, where danger lurked. Of course. Everyone knows. Danger also brings opportunity. Chapter 20: Little Shield Leaf Beetle The sun slowly rose from the horizon, illuminating the barren land and awakening the slumbering sea creatures. A ray of light pierced the hidden cave entrance, briefly lighting up the long antennae of a small trilobite, waking it from its slumber right on schedule. It twisted its lightweight, armored body slightly to check its surroundings, seemingly undisturbed by any nighttime predators. If it had been discovered by those patrolling predators, it wouldn''t have the luxury of contemplating its good fortune now. Time to continue with a new day. Extending its long antennae out of the narrow cave entrance, it sensed that the water flow was normal and the area appeared free of predatory gatekeepers. Carefully, it started to move its armored body, creeping closer to the entrance on its six pairs of articulated limbs. Time for morning exercises. One, two... The small trilobite quickly poked its head out of the cave, then swiftly recoiled. A large shadow flashed past the opening, stirring up sediment near the seabed, making the water murky and impenetrable. Rapidly moving its limbs, it darted into the murky water, quickly distancing itself from the previous cave entrance. That was a predator several times larger than the trilobite, one that always woke up slightly earlier, waiting in the waters inhabited by trilobites, like a lurking giant beast. Any careless or unlucky trilobite poking its head out would be met with a burst of power, the creature pouncing with great force, and its powerful jaws serving their purpose. After swimming out of the murky area for a while, there was no sign of pursuit. Turning its body to check with its lateral eyes, the murky area cleared quickly with the flow of water, revealing the silhouette of the predator. It was feasting on another trilobite. It seemed that the predator''s target wasn¡¯t it this time, but the small trilobite had no regrets about its cautious maneuvers. Without practicing these movements daily, it might have been the one in the predator''s jaws¡ªor not even have the chance at all. The ongoing event of a companion being eaten didn¡¯t elicit any reaction from the trilobite. Emotions aside, the daily encounters with similar scenarios had taught sea creatures the basic law of survival of the fittest. The trilobite''s species is actually quite famous, assuming any creature pays attention to such matters. They are the first species on this planet to evolve eyes capable of observing detail. In other words, they are the first to fully see the world. To some, the world is not inherently as it is; rather, it is as we perceive it. If so, this species would be seen as creators of the world, akin to gods. In reality, trilobites lack any divine consciousness or ability. Although they thrived after gaining well-developed eyes, when most creatures were effectively blind, they flourished, creating a vast population across global seas. But eyes were only an advantage they held briefly. Soon, more creatures with well-developed eyes emerged: peaceful, vegetarian counterparts as well as predators, both omnivores and carnivores. Unlike before, predators no longer relied merely on chance encounters to hunt. Using their eyes, they began distinguishing prey, marking the division between predator and prey. For the first time, predators and prey could see one another. Eyes became tools for hunting and the first line of defense. Thus, super predators emerged, and the once peaceful world turned chaotic.If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Previously, creatures remained unnoticed unless close enough to approach. Now, predators could spot prey from afar, leaving weaker creatures at the mercy of their hunger. Sometimes, competing predators would fight over a catch. The environment became harsh, and competition fierce. To survive, evolution took place, sparking life into diversification. Thus, life exploded into various branches, spreading across the planet. In this way, eyes became the catalyst for evolution. Ignoring the fellow trilobite being consumed, the small trilobite, equipped with the advanced eyes passed down by its ancestors, continued its journey of survival. Maneuvering carefully and smoothly past a rock, it emerged into a marketplace of sea plants, teeming with various life forms. A newcomer might be shocked at the sight of predators and vegetarians seemingly coexisting peacefully. However, those familiar with the area, like the small trilobite, understand that predators are relatively few and, once fed, won''t bother herbivores. This balance probably represents a dynamic ecological equilibrium established over prolonged competition, though the small trilobite doesn¡¯t comprehend such complexities. Recently, a group of newcomers from the deep seemed to break the rules. Regardless of whether they were hungry, they provoked others¡ªherbivores and predators alike. Using bodily advantages, they electrocuted opponents they could defeat, bounced away if they couldn''t win, and squeezed into narrow crevices when unable to escape, evading predators with hard shells. Only super predators could give them trouble. Given time, they might integrate into this ecosystem and become as harmonious as current inhabitants. Though fed predators usually ignore others, they often engage in fights or headbutt each other out of boredom, like the two large creatures ahead of the small trilobite, forcing nearby creatures to retreat hastily. The small trilobite quickly adjusted its course, avoiding the combatants, knowing that once hungry, they¡¯d attack nearby prey. Approaching a group of plankton, it gulped down a mouthful, filling its empty belly while keeping an eye on its surroundings. There are unwritten rules in nature, surfacing from the earliest forms of life. Even predators abide by them. Like the cave-guarding predator, after a failed hunt, once the prey escapes a certain distance, it won¡¯t pursue further. Pregnant creatures are usually off-limits, except to the starving. These rules'' origins are unknown, yet they foster a delicate balance beneficial to all, maintaining equilibrium between hunter and hunted. Beware of predators, but also those who pretend to be harmless. While thinking, the small trilobite swiftly dodged a "rock," deftly avoiding the camouflaged entity aiming to strike. Its refined movements arose from countless life-or-death encounters. The suspicious entity, momentarily twitching, resumed its disguise as an ordinary rock, leaving behind a thin veil of muddy water as the only trace of intent. Even judges would find no fault. It¡¯s not that other areas lack food, but this is richer and relatively safer. Unlike elsewhere, where the same amount of food requires greater range and encounters with hungry or unusual predators, here, the fixed number of predators ensures after a meal, other beings can eat safely¡ªa cruel balance long accepted, benefiting hunter and hunted alike. After feeding, the trilobite, fortunately avoiding hungry or moody predators, cautiously left for the continental slope leading into the deep sea. In times like these, returning to its burrow to wait for a new day is wisest, since predators should be sated. Yet the small trilobite is an outlier, having developed a post-meal habit of wandering the cliff, risking trouble but strengthening survival skills. Moving cautiously past unremarkable rocks and bypassing two hard-shelled predators, sidestepping three sluggish snails, it neared the cliff. Below lay darkness, offering little to see. But the trilobite recalled once spotting a group of unruly creatures jumping from the water here, luck preserving it from becoming prey. Their vision, poor as deep-sea creatures, didn¡¯t worry about light. Why they left their deep-sea home for shallows puzzled the trilobite. Another time, reaching the cliff, it spotted a notorious predator, small but feared in shallow waters for its ambush prowess. Ready to flee, the trilobite saw it chasing fish and, against instinct, stayed hidden. The predator plunged into the depths, never resurfacing. Afterward, skirting roving predators, noting dimming light, it knew its outing was over. For creatures like it, the day¡¯s end and nightfall brought peril, necessitating a safe burrow and entering hibernation to conserve energy, waiting for daybreak. Bypassing sated gatekeepers, the trilobite eased into an unclaimed burrow. Watching the fading light outside, it slowly drifted into hibernation. ¡°Made it through another day unscathed.¡± Chapter 21: Ambush "What a desolate place!" With a dozen fellow creatures following, Lightning remarked on the barren, rocky shallow sea world perceived through their senses, all while searching for creatures to eliminate as food, for evolution points, or as component providers. The occasional passing plankton was quickly shared and consumed by the group. Stopping once more from their leaping progression, Lightning touched the solid seabed, quietly appreciating the weighty sensation of the firm ground beneath. Perceptions from his mental sensing revealed nothing but rocks and sand¡ªno signs of lurking ambushers like the tentacle bugs, or at least none that were obvious. "So empty, not even a single creature in sight." Muttering to himself, Lightning cautiously led his group into a cluster of rocks, advancing further into the shallow seas. "Could it be that the shallow seas haven''t experienced a species explosion yet, or are we simply among the first few batches of creatures to arrive here?" Puzzled by this, Lightning inadvertently noticed that their group¡ªwhich initially had seventeen lightning bugs¡ªwas one member short. "That''s odd, did I miscount?" He utilized his mental sensing again to count the number of kin around him. Sixteen. "Or perhaps I didn¡¯t include myself?" "Impossible." Pausing his movement, Lightning slowly floated upwards, his mental focus sharpening. "Danger!" "Damn, I knew it wasn''t that simple." There was no anomaly in his mental sensing, but the water near the vanished kin was slightly clouded. If he hadn¡¯t noticed quickly, the current would have soon cleared the murkiness, erasing all traces. He swiftly ordered all the lightning bugs to leave the area and ascend to his side, observing carefully. The previously murky spot cleared up, revealing a few light gray rocks with minor cracks. Except for some plankton and plants, there were no signs of any other life activities. There was nothing out of the ordinary with the surrounding environment¡ªa plain sandy area dotted with a few ordinary rocks. "Damn it, what could have taken out one of the lightning bugs so quickly that it didn''t even have time to discharge electricity? Did the rocks swallow it?" "What a joke!" Being ambushed just upon reaching the shallow seas made Lightning furious. It wasn''t his fault; despite being careful, ignorance led to such a misstep. "Should I approach for a closer look? The enemy seems quick but might just be an ordinary creature with special abilities like a tentacle bug. I don¡¯t want to be scared away from the seabed again after the first encounter with them, especially since movement now relies on the sea floor rocks." Deciding to investigate, Lightning opted not to go himself but instead sent one of his kind to scout toward the suspicious area. Meanwhile, he heightened his vigilance for the surrounding environment. Given the presence of a hunter, more predators might lurk nearby; his mental sensing range currently couldn¡¯t detect far-off threats, necessitating extra caution from him, spreading his kind in a plane across the water. Unaware of the creeping danger, the scouting lightning bug slowly advanced. As it neared the suspect rocks, Lightning assumed the enemy was hiding somewhere among them. Nothing unusual? What could this mean? Maybe the foe had already left or concealed itself. It¡¯s possible the enemy was satisfied with one lightning bug and moved on.Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on. Out of caution, Lightning instructed the scout to circle the area a few times to no avail. ¡°Damn it, show yourself already. This is frustrating.¡± The unknown always arouses curiosity and fear. "Until I understand the enemy¡¯s attack method, it''s better not to approach carelessly. Tch." Thinking this, Lightning reluctantly prepared to lead the group away from the seabed. He recalled the scout but as it passed by one rock, a slight fissure suddenly opened, swallowing the unsuspecting lightning bug whole. Had Lightning not been fully focused on mental sensing, he¡¯d have missed the swift action. ¡°Damn, so you¡¯re the culprit.¡± Identifying the assailant, he felt a slight relief despite the loss. Yet, his lightning bugs currently couldn''t counter it¡ªtheir electric shocks would be futile against the rocky exterior. However, possessing human-like intelligence, Lightning compared the rock creature¡¯s disguise against the genuine rocks, noting subtle differences. ¡°It might fool ordinary creatures, but I¡¯m the primary consciousness of a species with mental sensing. We¡¯ll settle this score later. Hmph!¡± After discerning the general differences, he guided some kin to swim near what looked like natural rocks. "As expected, everything is normal." Carefully steering his group away from the suspicious rocks, Lightning moved through the gaps between the rocks. The large intervals between these rock creatures saved him much trouble; determining which rocks were dangerous would have been arduous. However, shallow seas housed more than just rock creatures. ¡°There certainly are a lot of ambush predators.¡± Detecting a small bump in the sandy seabed ahead, Lightning made his observation. Visually, this trap blended seamlessly with the surrounding sand, nearly undetectable, but within his mental sensing, it stood out. Perhaps due to prolonged reliance on mental sensing, Lightning had begun to focus his overall perception slightly in one direction, expanding single-direction range. While less effective than well-developed biological eyes, it sufficed for spotting hidden threats in the sand. Shortly after leaving the rock creature¡¯s domain, he encountered this trap¡ªdangerous for sight-reliant creatures but simple for him. ¡°It seems the trap was set after spotting us. Though mental sensing provides a comprehensive view, eyes indeed see much farther.¡± Contemplating whether to bypass the trap or have the group confront it for components and evolution points, Lightning suddenly noticed, within the closed mental sensing range, a creature several times larger than a lightning bug charging at the group from behind. ¡°Damn, I didn¡¯t expect there¡¯d be more than one predator, and so fast.¡± Quickly directing the group into nearby rock crevices, the attacker dashed past, clutching an unlucky bug. Still alive, the bug unleashed a bright electric shock, but it barely fazed the predator, only making its grip tighter. The predator''s massive shell prevented it from reaching the bugs hidden in the rocks, and the bugs¡¯ shocks were ineffective. After a stalemate, the predator, having devoured the bug, turned away towards a pitiful hunter emerging from the sand, attempting escape. Observing this, Lightning realized that the unfortunate hunter was the same armored kin he¡¯d once encountered as ¡°Lightning¡± climbing from the deep sea. Well, it¡¯s a small world. ¡°Your luck is as rotten as ever. No wonder¡ªit¡¯s a mistake choosing such an exposed location without rocks for ambushing.¡± ¡°Still, thanks for drawing away that big guy for us.¡± Seeing the predator chase after the hunter, Lightning, now minus a quarter of the group, led the survivors away. Sticking to rock crevices minimized visibility to other creatures, safer than floating openly or sprinting across seemingly endless sandy flats. Of course, relatively speaking, everyone knows relative safety isn¡¯t absolute. Escaping another large predator, identifiable even at a glance as a hunter, Lightning squeezed through a rock crack before returning to safety after scouting briefly. ¡°Looks like we weren¡¯t spotted.¡± ¡°Now, I desperately need eyes¡­ Coming to the shallow sea made me realize how useless my setup is. Tch.¡± Reflecting on his continual evasions since arriving, Lightning planned to emerge and attack a rare soft-bodied creature, but as he revealed himself, it noticed him and vanished from his senses. ¡°These creatures have honed their escape skills, fleeing as fast as they do.¡± Leading the group to feast on the escaped creature¡¯s leftover plants, another predator snatched away a bug. ¡°Maybe we should move at night. During the day, lightning bugs here are just targets. Some leader I am.¡± ¡°At least it¡¯s pitch black at night, and having dwelled in the deep sea, we can adapt.¡± Shaking his electrified appendages, Lightning acknowledged the shallow sea¡¯s peril: it¡¯s dangerous, and caution is key. ¡°Really didn¡¯t expect to have to operate under cover even here. Guess everything needs time to adjust.¡± With a diminished group, Lightning painstakingly found a hidden crevice, settling in with their soft bodies to minimize nutritional consumption and entering short hibernation. Meanwhile, he strategized for their current predicament. Within their sheltered eye-world, dusk fell, though not as dark as the deep sea¡¯s abyssal gloom. ¡°Seems the skies on this planet are still clean, the moonlight even penetrates this deep. Though, this planet just saw its first aquatic life, so civilization hasn¡¯t had a chance to harm it.¡± Lightning thought of the old Earth. ¡°When we reach civilization, I hope it¡¯s not like that.¡± ¡°But why think about such far-off things now?¡± ¡°Better focus on getting more and better components, more evolution points, strengthening the species, evolving into aquatic life¡­¡± ¡°Uh, now it seems there¡¯s quite a lot to ponder.¡± ¡°Forget it, concentrate on surviving later. What¡¯s future, what¡¯s dreams, what¡¯s evolution, if survival itself is impossible¡­¡± ¡°They¡¯re but fleeting fantasies.¡± Chapter 22: Serenity Under the cool glow of moonlight, several shadows darted among the rocks in the tranquil shallow sea. The prolonged practice of leaping had strengthened and increased the elasticity of the lightning bugs'' two electrical appendages, enhancing their mobility. If daytime was a struggle for the lightning bugs, then nighttime was their hunting ground. Although many predators roamed the shallow seas at night, they were fewer and weaker compared to those active during the day. In the darkness, the lightning bugs were nearly on equal footing with other nocturnal creatures, aside from their vulnerable shells. Most creatures had evolved to see better during the day, leaving the night to those with incomplete visual evolution, mainly some soft-bodied and olfactory-reliant creatures. Of course, it seemed that no creature yet possessed advanced night vision¡ªpresumably. Now, Lightning led a group of about a dozen lightning bugs, weaving through rocks, seeking creatures they could handle to satiate their growing need for nutrients, components, and evolution points. "Hmm? Is this a snail?" A hard shell appeared in Lightning''s perception: an ancient snail with a heavy, sturdy house on its back, crawling up a rock in the timeless pattern of its kind. Seeing a creature approach¡ªone that might soon be called a ''snail bug'' for its lack of effective methods¡ªthe genuine ancestor snail quickly retreated into its solid fortress. Although the night seemed safer, there were fewer creatures out and about. So, after swimming for some distance without finding other prey, a hungry Lightning wasn''t about to let this one go. Moreover, being nestled within a cluster of rocks meant there was little risk of large predator attacks, nor were there signs of small predators like rock creatures. Thus began the stakeout, as time ticked by. After a not-too-long wait, sensing no danger for a while, the snail tentatively extended its soft body from its shell¡ªonly to be met by a collective electric shock from the impatient lightning bugs. [Obtained 2 evolution points] [Obtained new component] The snail quickly met its end, and the lightning bugs pulled its soft body from its hard shell, dividing it to somewhat satisfy their empty stomachs. Examining the sturdy, oddly shaped shell, Lightning briefly considered keeping it before dismissing the idea. "It would just make me a moving target." And that''s the best-case scenario. "Since lightweight-shelled beetles are now appearing, it seems the demand for snail shells has declined among most species. Clearly, there must be many methods to deal with these primitive, hard-shelled snails." Of course, this was Lightning''s thought, and whether it was right or not, we can''t say. Quickly leaving the area, the group narrowly avoided two nocturnal predators attracted by the electrical display. These predators, of the same species, soon began fighting fiercely, highlighting the harmony within their kind. But by then, the lightning bugs had long departed, with no interest in playing peacemaker or waiting for them to weaken each other. Paying close attention to his surroundings, Lightning discovered a hidden small cave beneath a rock, where two lightweight beetles were asleep. These nocturnal creatures had indeed found a well-concealed hiding place¡ªsomething Lightning had discovered by sheer luck, like a blind cat catching a dead mouse.This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. "A good opportunity." Clearly, Lightning wasn¡¯t inclined to ponder the odds of such opportunities. It wasn''t the time to question the discovery, at least not before cunning, scheming creatures emerged. Leading his companions, Lightning carefully maneuvered towards the cave, avoiding the inner tendrils of the vigilant beetles, and entered alone. He didn¡¯t bring others inside, as their abilities would almost certainly set off the beetles'' sensory hairs. With his control over his body still resembling the earlier single-cell stage, Lightning manipulated his cells under the main consciousness, allowing for precise movements in tight spaces. Cautiously moving between the two beetles, it seemed the creatures were overconfident in the cave¡¯s concealment and their tendril alarms, remaining blissfully unaware of the impending danger, assuming they could dream. Floating quietly with buoyancy, Lightning extended his appendages to the soft areas under the beetles'' shells. Fortunately, the cave was small, and the beetles were close; otherwise, the strikes would have required much longer appendages. The moment the tendrils touched the soft spots, electricity illuminated the small cave. The beetles awoke as the shock hit, their bodies temporarily paralyzed by the tendrils¡¯ electric discharge. Taking advantage of the moment, the beetles couldn¡¯t evade or counterattack. Long-waiting lightning bugs shot into the cave as Lightning struck, overwhelming the beetles with a flurry of strikes. In the claustrophobic darkness, flashing like a haunted hallway, the beetles fell, unable to withstand the assault, quickly subdued by the electrical barrage. [Obtained 5 evolution points] [Obtained new component] [Obtained 5 evolution points] After the seemingly effortless ambush of the sleeping beetles, a new problem arose¡ªhow to eat them? A rather vexing issue. Wrapped in lighter, hard shells compared to the snail¡¯s heavier confines, the tender meat was unreachable for the lightning bugs. The snails'' larger gaps allowed for extracting and consuming their soft bodies, but the beetle shells were completely encasing. Reluctantly, Lightning gave up on the delicious prizes wrapped in shells. Fortunately, evolution points and components were gained, so it wasn''t a total loss¡ªjust less than expected. One mustn¡¯t be greedy, after all. The lightning bugs exited the cave, continuing their search along the rock edges. Their next target soon appeared, marking a promising night. This time, it was a primitive fish-like creature, covered with thin plates and propelling itself by undulating through the water. Internally, a spine hadn¡¯t developed, resulting in slow, weak movement. Like Lightning, they moved in groups among the rocks, feeding on plankton. Though possessing eyes, the fish didn¡¯t seem inclined to rest in the dim shallow sea night. These little fish encountered the lightning bugs, dedicated to educating nocturnal wanderers. ¡°Let us teach these young ones not to wander at night, especially not through dark alleys. Of course, the fee is your lives.¡± With speed, Lightning and most of his group circled the fish, blocking a rocky passage while leaving a few at the rear to prevent escape. Unaware, the fish swam right into the ambush set by the lightning bugs. The entire encounter unfolded like a textbook ambush from human history. Chaos erupted among the fish, scattering without order or discipline, quickly ensnared in an electric net. What followed was one-on-one electric discipline by each lightning bug. Given the similar numbers and the attackers¡¯ overwhelming advantage, not a single fish escaped¡ªa total rout, rewarding the attackers with 22 evolution points and an unknown component. In a debriefing, Commander Lightning expressed great satisfaction with the ambush¡¯s success, delighting in the zero-casualty outcome (assuming it could make sound). However, the commander also cautioned the participating bugs to remain vigilant and not be overly elated by the victory. They must recognize their roles as tiny cogs in the larger social machine, with a long way to go before mastering the system. The participants affirmed the leader''s strategies, resolved to uphold its course steadily, and committed to thriving in survival evolution. The spoils were distributed fairly under the leader¡¯s wise allocation, each receiving their due share. Under the leader''s visionary guidance, the lightning bugs advanced towards a brighter future. The ambush proceeded smoothly, though the electric attacks seemed powerful, Lightning understood their high nutritional toll. This created a dependency on more than just plankton and plants for sustenance. Thankfully, everything had gone smoothly so far. Time drifted across the sky, soft sunlight piercing the shallow sea¡¯s darkness, as predators and prey commenced a new day¡¯s struggle. Meanwhile, the lightning bugs found a hidden, safe crevice, joining other nocturnals in rest, awaiting the return of nightfall. Chapter 23: The Path of Evolution As Confucius once said by the river, time flows like this, day and night ceaselessly. In a cave, Lightning tries to recite, but can''t, for it lacks vocal cords. ... Feeling the gradually diminishing sunlight outside the narrow crevice, Lightning slowly awakened from slumber. Perhaps clouds were passing overhead, rendering even the previously dim moonlight unable to reach here tonight. However, this was also a blessing for the lightning bugs. After several successful night hunts, Lightning had grown fond of this nocturnal hunting method and even considered pursuing a career in nighttime raids. Yet, this idea was only fleeting. On further reflection, Lightning realized that while night hunting was relatively safe and smooth for the lightning bugs, the quantity and quality of prey were lacking. The nocturnal prey mostly consisted of low-level soft-bodied creatures, with hardly any leader-level creatures like him encountered, and against powerful predators, the lightning bugs could only flee. The first nighttime hunt where a sleeping creature''s nest was discovered was merely a stroke of luck that hadn''t occurred again for a long time. Reviewing evolution points and components gathered over this time, Lightning found the yield to be quite average. "Let''s evolve after tonight''s hunt. The eye component should be complete, and the evolution points might be sufficient to evolve eyes." "Moreover, even if the snail shell component from the first day was inadequate, we have hunted enough lightweight-shelled creatures, so we shouldn''t lack anything to complete this stage." Lightning slowly twisted its entire body, letting its spirit gradually surface from within. "But will it really be that simple?" "Oh well, let''s focus on getting through tonight first. Gather more nutrients and, if possible, bring some food back to the nest to facilitate breeding in the morning." The surrounding lightning bugs gradually woke from their slumber and gathered around Lightning. "Heh heh. On this dark and gusty night, it''s my time to hunt." A group of nocturnal hunters emerged from the narrow crevice, and after a brief assessment, the lightning bugs, led by Lightning, skillfully proceeded along the rock crevices. "Don''t limit your vision to the identity of a small nocturnal hunter; our goal is to conquer the endless starry sea!" ¡ù¡ù¡ù "Target spotted." A group of lightning bug shadows gathered at the edge of the rocks, not far from where several soft-bodied worms were leisurely strolling. This species was one Lightning had encountered in the deep sea and was surprised to find still surviving in the perilous shallows. But this only slightly surprised him, for he was no animal conservationist, and the world didn''t need such creatures. To the lightning bugs, these soft-bodied worms were the best source of nutrition aside from plankton and plants. Even if they went extinct in the shallows, it would simply be due to their inability to adapt and being naturally selected out. Cautiously observing the surroundings to avoid predators, Lightning focused on the soft-bodied worms. In dealing with these defenseless and slow creatures, he didn¡¯t need such caution. Yet, the slightly grayish sandy area where these worms lingered gave him an eerie feeling, like danger mixed with familiarity. ¡°Damn, what''s going on here?¡± This contradictory feeling was unsettling for Lightning. ¡°There are no enemies nearby, not even after risking a wider search range, no predators, and even ordinary creatures are sparse.¡± ¡°There¡¯s nothing in the water above, no rock creatures sighted; it has to be in the sand.¡± Lightning concentrated his increasingly adept mental sensing on the sandy area ahead but still couldn¡¯t penetrate deeply.Stolen story; please report. ¡°But the worms are just wandering there, with no change in the sand. And it¡¯s unlikely that bait-hunting creatures exist now; brains haven¡¯t evolved that drastically yet.¡± ¡°Oh well, the worms can¡¯t escape. Let the lightning bugs encircle the area, and send one in to scout.¡± Unable to devise a better plan and unwilling to forfeit the food, Lightning decided to capture the present prey. Previous hunts provided sufficient nutrients for a while, but now he needed to stockpile food for reproduction and evolution, meaning he had to eliminate encountered prey as much as possible. His caution about the sandy area stemmed only from an unprecedented, eerie feeling. ¡°Maybe it¡¯s just a hallucination from prolonged tension.¡± A few lightning bugs slowly surrounded the peculiar sandy patch, and then one bug cautiously approached the worms in the center. No danger appeared, and the slow-to-react worms continued their leisurely stroll. ¡°Alright, let¡¯s stun the worms with electricity, then rush in to clean them up.¡± With no danger detected, Lightning felt slightly relieved of the peculiar feeling. Employing the species'' group attack skill¡ªElectric Burst¡ªa bright electric net spread from the central lightning bug, paralyzing the worms, after which the surrounding bugs would swarm in and feast, then return to the nest to reproduce and evolve. According to the usual script, this would be the correct sequence of events. However, the previous peculiar feeling wasn''t a mirage, which wasn¡¯t good news for Lightning. As the lightning bugs attempted their usual Electric Burst, instead of expanding outward, the electric net seemed to be drawn inward, focusing entirely on the sandy ground beneath the lightning bug before dispersing widely through the sand and dissipating. It was as if the bug had aimed the electric shock directly at the sand, a level of precision beyond the current capabilities of the lightning bugs. ¡°Is there something wrong with the sand?¡± The problem seemed to originate here. ¡°Does the sand contain minerals with high electric attraction and conductivity?¡± The source of the strange feeling seemed identified, but only seemed so. In truth, the eerie feeling within Lightning hadn¡¯t diminished, even intensifying. While Lightning considered the theory of problematic minerals in the sand, the once-settled electric net suddenly erupted again, generating a strong electric burst, far surpassing the initial output of the lightning bug, differing in magnitude substantially. Even the highly resistant lightning bug, adapted to frequent electric use, was momentarily paralyzed by this outbreak, let alone the soft-bodied worms, which floated motionless, likely having succumbed. ¡°Could this area amplify electric power with delay?¡± Lightning mused, imagining using this place to lure and ambush high-tier predators, envisioning gaining mighty evolutionary components. But then again, no. Just as Lightning fantasized about this beautiful future, his mental senses detected a mini-sinkhole forming beneath the forward bug and worms, revealing a massive shadow encircled by electric currents, akin to Thor descending. The creature swallowed the paralyzed bug and worms in one gulp, its immense body fronted by four enormous eyes that scanned the surroundings with a hint of bewilderment. Meanwhile, the lightning bugs hiding among rocks remained frozen in terror. This was the fear of the same kind of yet stronger electric-capable creature. Even Lightning''s main consciousness kept hidden, not daring to emerge. ¡°What a powerful electric creature.¡± Lightning shivered in fear, yet more than fear, he felt excited about discovering an electric species unknown to him. ¡°Never encountered kin but stumbled upon such a formidable creature. Could it have evolved from a small cell as I did? It¡¯s humbling.¡± Comparing his smaller body to the giant creature made Lightning feel disheartened. ¡°You can¡¯t see me, you can¡¯t see me, you really can¡¯t see me.¡± Cautiously observing from behind the rock using mental sensing, it seemed the creature hadn¡¯t evolved much in this regard. Puzzlingly surveying the vicinity, its resting sandy area gradually cleared, showing nothing unusual beyond the weak creatures it had devoured. Likely, one of those must have disturbed its rest. In the murky night, even the creature¡¯s sporadic electric glow couldn¡¯t illuminate far. After waiting for some time without any activity, the Thunder Beast descended back into the sand, resuming its slumber. Gradually, the sandy area returned to peace, with no changes other than the disappearance of a lightning bug and a few soft-bodied worms. ¡°Hmm, no reaction?¡± Upon sensing the creature submerge, with no further activity after a lengthy wait, Lightning cautiously emerged from hiding. Gathering his companions around the sandy area, none were missing except the devoured bug. ¡°Does it appear during the day, rendering it invisible at night, or is it like a dragon, sleeping deeply for ages? Could the electric shock have disturbed its sleep?¡± ¡°We were just passing through, yet stumbled across this thing, how unlucky.¡± Circling the sandy area a few times, the strange feeling had vanished, but Lightning dared not venture inside, wary of an ambush. ¡°Who knew such a formidable electric beast would evolve.¡± ¡°Looks like I¡¯m far behind.¡± Spurred by the Thunder Beast, Lightning quickly led his remaining, fortunate comrades away from the dangerous sand, continuing to hunt for breeding food. Only once the sun began to pierce the sea did Lightning, with his seven remaining companions since arriving at the shallow sea, find a secluded, suitable crevice for reproduction. ¡°Who would have thought the once high-spirited dozen lightning bugs that landed in the shallow sea would become seven cautious dwarfs.¡± ¡°Damn, what a pitiful analogy I¡¯ve come up with.¡± ¡°I refuse to be a menial dwarf serving a princess. If anything, I¡¯ll be the dragon kidnapping princesses for fun, keeping female heroes as maids and tossing male heroes into lava for fuel, haha.¡± ¡°This spot seems safe, no danger sensed. Alright then.¡± ¡°System, initiate reproduction.¡± [Main consciousness selects reproduction. Enter the species reproduction phase?] ¡°Yes.¡± Chapter 24: Growth [Main consciousness choosing to reproduce, enter the species reproduction phase?] ¡°Yes.¡± [Entering species reproduction phase. Species organisms begin to accumulate nutritional values for reproduction.] Feeling the nutrients in her body gather to a particular point, Gar was still quite conflicted about giving birth, even though this wasn''t her first time. Fortunately, the stored food supply met the demands of the lightning bugs, and no creatures that fancied spore jelly came by to cause trouble. "Indeed, finding a good place for reproduction is crucial." Carefully gathering plants within a short distance from her hiding place to satisfy the basic nutritional needs, after some time, all lightning bugs successfully laid a pile of spores. Without Lightning''s leadership, the lightning bugs, due to their physical constitution, were just ordinary soft-bodied creatures with strong attack capabilities and would not actively attack other creatures. Therefore, Lightning didn''t let the lightning bugs hunt on their own but rather instructed them to spread out to a certain distance from the nest to forage, while also guarding against predators encountered during Lightning times. Feeling that the remaining food supply, along with the surrounding plankton and plants, could suffice for the spores and the lightning bugs for the time being, Lightning instructed the bugs to crush the reserve food to facilitate the feeding of the newborn lightning bugs. Lightning then selected a healthy spore and re-entered the biological editing space. ... [Entering biological editing space, original consciousness generated, main consciousness transferred.] ¡°I¡¯m back.¡± A weak voice echoed in the bright space. [Welcome back.] ¡°Ah, 8051, hi. Let me rest for a bit, I¡¯m truly exhausted.¡± ... ¡°Now, let¡¯s first check out my component harvest this time.¡± [Snail: Provides components: soft-bodied organism''s visceral system, bubble eye] [Fish: Provides components: lens eye] [Light beetle: Provides components: button eye, jointed limb, hermaphroditic oviparity] ... ¡°8051, the system doesn¡¯t show all the components a creature can provide, does it?¡± [Ah, you finally noticed.] ¡°What do you mean ''finally noticed''? Even though snails don¡¯t have a skeleton, I''ve hunted plenty of creatures with skeletons, like the light beetle, which should have one.¡± [Yes. There are indeed skeletal components, but since you haven''t completed this stage, you cannot equip them yet. Plus, they have other components you lack, so the system offers other options.] ¡°Ah, so I need to evolve a skeleton myself.¡± [Correct. To complete a stage, a species must naturally evolve to a certain extent, reaching the phenomenon of stage completion¡ªa critical evolution point.] ¡°Oh well, let¡¯s set that aside. Is there any rule to what components a creature provides? Clearly, many things are not listed.¡± [Indeed, the number of components a creature provides depends not only on the differences with your species but also on its level. Civilian level creatures provide one or two components, no matter how different they are from you; soldier level creatures provide two to four components, though if they differ little, they may offer only one or none; leader level creatures provide four to six components, differing by two levels each.] ¡°How troublesome. Is there any principle for selecting these components?¡± Gar asked, while her consciousness wavered like cotton candy. [Generally, the system randomly selects components you do not possess. Known special cases include being unable to obtain components related to key evolution points. Other possible special situations remain for you to explore.] ¡°Tch, same as always.¡± ¡°By the way, can I make suggestions on selection? This isn¡¯t restricted by the system, right?¡± [It¡¯s not restricted, but generally, the main consciousness makes choices independently to avoid influence. Independent consciousness has its own likes and dislikes, so suggestions may lead to dissatisfaction, regardless of the outcome. 8051 finds the self-awareness of intelligent beings quite tiresome.] ¡°In simple terms, whether good or bad, it''s the main consciousness'' issue; you don¡¯t participate so you bear no responsibility.¡± Gar sneered. [Exactly. 8051 replied calmly.] [Although, I can give you some advice: when a particular system appears among your selectable components, unless a better system of the same type exists or it''s extremely unsuitable, it¡¯s best to equip it. This is system advice, not directly from us. 8051 hopes the main consciousness doesn¡¯t associate it with 8051.] ¡°Ah, I see.¡± ¡°Given this, with the fish¡¯s lens eye and the snail¡¯s visceral system, many components provided by other creatures appear repetitive or outdated, and regarding the light beetle...¡±Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. ¡°Ah, you¡¯re messing with me.¡± [Didn¡¯t you want a sexual reproduction method? Here it is now. 8051 remarked gleefully.] ¡°Tch, you¡¯re deliberately mocking me, aren¡¯t you? That¡¯s what you¡¯re doing, right?¡± ¡°Hermaphroditic? I might as well stick to asexual reproduction, after all¡­¡± [After all... After having given birth a few times, it shouldn''t matter to add more. 8051 teased, covering its non-existent mouth.] ¡°Shut up, and what¡¯s with covering your mouth? You don¡¯t even have hands.¡± [Just because you can¡¯t see doesn¡¯t mean I don¡¯t have them.] ¡°...¡± [Don¡¯t bother asking anything, I won¡¯t reveal anything about that. 8051 promptly blocked the main consciousness¡¯s questions.] ¡°Uh... oh well.¡± ¡°Moving on, I¡¯ll choose the jointed limb from the light beetle.¡± [Soft-bodied organism''s visceral system: Provides a comprehensive visceral system for soft-bodied organisms, including the heart, etc. Cost: 200 evolution points] [Lens eye: A complete visual system component, provides excellent vision Cost: 50 evolution points] [Jointed limb: A mobility component made of an exoskeleton, paired on each side of the body. Speed: +5 Cost: 50 evolution points, exoskeleton required (unmet)] ¡°Getting more expensive! Wait, 8051, why does the jointed limb require an exoskeleton? Doesn¡¯t it mean it¡¯s useless to me now?¡± [You don''t have it now, but once you evolve more, you will. 8051 looked down contemptuously.] ¡°...¡± ¡°In any case, it¡¯s clear the key evolution is the skeleton. But now that I think about it, how did skeletons even come about? I¡¯ve only seen exoskeletal beetles, no endoskeletal vertebrates yet.¡± ¡°I remember reading that the earliest skeletons were like snails accumulating minerals on their backs. Am I supposed to do the same?¡± Imagining himself with a heavy snail shell amidst exoskeletal arthropods in the shallow sea, Gar lost all interest in a snail shell. ¡°Oh, whatever. I¡¯ll try this method next time. If it doesn¡¯t work, I¡¯ll think of something else. Let¡¯s see if I have enough evolution points to equip the first two components.¡± [Lightning Bug: Soft-bodied organism, early-stage species in biological evolution. Evolution points: 282 Health: 25/25 Attack: Electric Beak (15) (Biting), Electric Appendages (5) (Contact) ¡Á3, Electric Burst (35) (Area) Defense: Bristle Skin (10) (Enhanced Electrical Defense) Movement: 2¡ª7 Vision: Eye Cluster Reproduction: Asexual Spores Body Information: Digestive System, Brain and Nerve System, Nutritional Cycle Species Rating: Leader Extended hunting in the deep sea combined with main consciousness control gives your species a significant advantage in shallow seas at night. But evolution is like paddling upstream; resting on your laurels will lead to your species being culled. Daytime presents more opportunities, so keep striving.] ¡°282, looks like quite a bit, but equipping the soft-bodied organism''s visceral system leaves little left, and I wanted to add muscle fiber too.¡± [Equipping the soft-bodied visceral system allows you to remove the stomach sac and intestines since they¡¯re redundant. 8051 couldn¡¯t help but remind.] ¡°Huh, is that so? Thanks, 8051.¡± ¡°With the removed 100 points, that gives 382 points total. Seems my harvest was decent; just enough to install the visceral system, muscle fibers, and lens eyes.¡± ¡°Wait, though, I can only fit in one eye.¡± First, Gar removed the stomach sac and intestines from the holographic image, gaining a 100-point return, then equipped the visceral system, leaving 82 points. ¡°Am I supposed to see the world with one eye?¡± Having been blind for so long, finally getting an eye, only to start with one made Gar unusually frustrated. ¡°Never mind adapting, with one eye the perspective is limited and can¡¯t fully utilize the eye for long-range scouting.¡± Focusing on the holographic image, Gar considered how to equip the components. Regarding the suitability of the visceral system, system assistance¡ªno, 8051¡ªisn¡¯t needed to remind him. ¡°Tch, you¡¯re just system assistance,¡± Gar grumbled internally. The system¡¯s advice aside, the improved heart within the visceral system could enhance endurance significantly compared to when he didn¡¯t have a decent heart. Considering the previous exertion leading to frequent stops, which was hard for speed-and-endurance-believer Gar to accept, equipping the system seemed beneficial. ¡°Ah, such a fool I am. I only thought of removing the stomach sac and intestines after installing the visceral system. Can¡¯t removing the outdated eye cluster after installing the lens eyes free up more points?¡± ¡°Removing the two eye clusters frees up 40 points, allowing both lens eyes to be equipped with 22 points remaining.¡± Checking the component display box again revealed only flagella and unwanted eye clusters available for 22 points. ¡°Let¡¯s attach a flagellum for now, then replace it next visit. It¡¯s useful for a slight boost in control.¡± Living by the principle of maximizing resources, Gar selected the flagellum for enhanced control. With the setups confirmed, Gar installed the two lens eyes on the front sides. The shape covered a roughly 160-degree field within the lens eyes'' range. He then moved the new flagellum beside the existing one at the rear, adjusting them symmetrically along the body¡¯s midline. Stretching them wide while slightly flattening them made them resemble an airplane''s tail fin, allowing the flagella to function more effectively as a rear rudder. Making fine adjustments to body proportions based on aquatic movement experience, Gar refined the body shape to be more streamlined, unable to improve further without skeletal support. ¡°This should just about complete the editing process.¡± ¡°Time to head back to that place again.¡± [What, are you scared?] ¡°No. Though it¡¯s dangerous and exhausting, it feels fulfilling.¡± This was Gar''s genuine sentiment. ¡°In the past, I lived aimlessly, even avoiding tasks, seemingly with no sense of presence. Now, constantly alert with my life hanging by a thread, it may be tiring, but it gives life purpose.¡± [M.] ¡°What?¡± [What, nothing. I didn¡¯t say anything.] Confused... ¡°Well, even with consciousness transfer upon death, disregarding your point about mental exhaustion, facing death repeatedly is unpleasant, and I¡¯m not someone used to dying repeatedly.¡± ¡°In summary, I¡¯m just afraid of death and a lazy thinker.¡± ¡°But as long as life feels full, and seeing the gradual evolution of my species under my control, isn¡¯t there a thrill as if leveling up? Hahaha.¡± [¡­¡­] [Then, keep up the good work.] ¡°Yeah.¡± [Now, name the new species.] ¡°Uh, can¡¯t I savor this moment longer?¡± Staring at the naming box with exasperation, ¡®Thunder Bug¡¯ gradually appeared. [Thunder Bug: Soft-bodied organism, early-stage species in biological evolution. Evolution points: 2 Health: 35/35 Attack: Electric Beak (15) (Biting), Electric Appendages (5) (Contact) ¡Á3, Electric Burst (35) (Area) Defense: Bristle Skin (10) (Enhanced Electrical Defense) Movement: 3¡ª7 Vision: Lens Eyes ¡Á2 Reproduction: Asexual Spores Body Information: Soft-bodied Visceral System, Brain and Nervous System, Muscle Fibers Species Rating: Leader Through continued evolution, you finally possess a relatively complete bodily system, laying a solid foundation for further evolution. Daytime is fraught with danger, strive to survive.] [Your naming remains as ordinary as ever.] ¡°Who asked you? Your evaluation is just as predictable.¡± [I''m not the one doing the evaluation; 8051 is just an uninformed spectator.] ¡°Hmph, I¡¯m bad at names. But it¡¯s representative, right?¡± ¡°Still considered a leader.¡± [As you evolve, so do your enemies. Consider it fortunate not to downgrade. Confirm completion?] ¡°Yeah¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯ll do. On my next outing, I¡¯ll attempt skeleton evolution.¡± ¡°Then, see you later.¡± [Species editing completed, exiting biological editing space.] [To support more complex bodily systems, the brain evolves once more.] Chapter 25: A New Day [To support the needs of a more complex bodily system, the brain has evolved further.] ... In the dim space, occasional flickers of electricity streaked by. ¡°I didn¡¯t expect my brain to evolve just like that.¡± ¡°Come to think of it, I never noticed when the brain first appeared. That''s something to reflect on.¡± Waving the two flagella on its back, which still seemed juvenile, the seven lightning bugs were now clearly visible through the evolved pair of lens eyes of the Thunder Bug. ¡°This is the colorful world I remember. Indeed, lens eyes are the most suitable for me.¡± After long surviving in perpetual darkness, the Thunder Bug could finally open its eyes to the world. A pang of hunger from its body interrupted Thunder Bug''s contemplation. A swarm of nearly a hundred Thunder Bug larvae rushed forward, using the instinctive leap and motion of their species, towards piles of pre-chewed food from the seven lightning bugs. They dodged, collided, and electrocuted, each little one displaying its vigor. Swallowing a piece of meat to fill its stomach, Thunder Bug finally felt relief from hunger. It continued eating while contemplating the future. ¡°Daytime is dangerous, but opportunities are far more abundant. Despite the multitude of emerging species now, nocturnal prowling only reveals a few similar creatures, offering limited components and evolution points. It¡¯s been quite a while since arriving in the shallow sea, yet I can''t track time. However, the variety of species during the day should be vast by now.¡± Taking another bite and nudging aside a queue-jumping young Thunder Bug. ¡°The main goal now is figuring out the bone issue, but¡­¡± Twisting its body, it surveyed the surroundings. Upon leaving the biological editing space, Thunder Bug noticed that the range of its mental sensing hadn''t increased much. Although factors like water flow limit visibility far more at sea than on land, the range of its vision now exceeds that of its mental sensing, naturally demoting the latter to a secondary line of defense. Currently lacking hearing, smell, and taste, the latter two can wait for the accumulation of evolution points to install a chemical sensing system. The first will depend on luck, and creatures with hearing will likely be difficult to handle. ¡°Well, let''s take it one step at a time.¡± Over a hundred small Thunder Bugs squeezed into the narrow crevice, vying for food, and feeling satiated, Thunder Bug decisively withdrew from the fray. ¡°They fit now because they''re larvae, but they won''t when they grow up.¡± Observing the congested small Thunder Bugs in the tiny cave, Thunder Bug had to consider the nest issue. ¡°Maybe it''s because of the brain evolution, but aside from sensing some budding emotions, my absolute control over these creatures has lessened somewhat. Not sure if that''s good or bad.¡± ¡°Ultimately, they need to develop self-awareness for better evolution.¡± At this moment, Thunder Bug looked forward to further brain evolution within its species, waiting for fully autonomous consciousness to emerge. Although it wondered if the individuals would still heed its commands by then. ¡°The question now is whether to continue the small squad activities from before or gather hundreds together.¡± Seeing that the satiated small Thunder Bugs gradually left the crevice to forage outside, as it was nighttime and the Thunder Bugs¡¯ feeding time, Thunder Bug chuckled. The little creatures had fought fiercely over food, but in the end, most of them filled up while actually consuming limited food. Had they not automatically moved away when crowding near it, Thunder Bug might not have eaten its fill. ¡°Gathering hundreds gives a sense of scale, which might deter small predators and offer me, as the primary creature, some safety. But it does nothing to intimidate large predators, only attracting them more. It¡¯s not like the single-cell stage where large clusters were everywhere. Now, most aquatic creatures live in small groups scattered about, making food hard to find for large clusters.¡± As Thunder Bugs gradually left to forage at night, Thunder Bug pondered. ¡°Operating in small groups of a dozen or so reduces attraction to large predators while posing a threat to small predators. While it appears risky, it¡¯s mainly for the group under my control that needs new component hunts. Ordinary Thunder Bugs, with their current capabilities, should survive and reproduce without much issue, else the leader rating would be pointless.¡±Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work! Thunder Bug noticed that the retreating lightning bugs, returning from foraging, blocked the crevice with rubble, preventing curious young Thunder Bugs from escaping. It seemed they''ve learned Gar¡¯s larvae protection strategy from both Lightning and Thunder. ¡°The plan could have groups of dozens or so for daily activities, but a larger grouping around a central nest, wherein they live and aid each other during breeding. Large group foraging should wait until evolution creates a spine for swift swimming like fish shoals. Yes, that¡¯s the plan.¡± As it firmed up its strategy, the seven lightning bugs had sealed the crevice, and several young ones expressed dissatisfaction with the blockade by discharging some electricity. Thunder Bug selected a few less active individuals to follow it while organizing the rest into groups. This method was strange, one that Gar couldn''t fully understand. Previously, Gar had noticed that although its absolute control over the group had reduced, it could issue simple commands, and the creatures would comply, likely a benefit of evolving brains and slight memory. These commands were issued using the mental powers Gar honed to direct individuals. ¡°This must be a racial main consciousness ability. Yet, when I asked 8051 during downtime, it again said ''please explore on your own''. Tch, I use it well enough without your guidance.¡± While internally grumbling, Thunder Bug used its racial main consciousness privileges to divide the leftover hundred or so Thunder Bugs into six groups, appointing the livelier bugs as optional leaders. The young ones clustered, circling their designated leader bug. ¡°Convenient indeed. Despite reduced control, this ability saves me from managing each one individually.¡± Through gaps in the sealed crevice, chilly moonlight indicated it was still night outside. After lively activity, one by one, the little bugs entered dormancy. ¡°With daytime operations ahead, utmost focus is essential. It seems the lightning bugs will remain nocturnal.¡± Feeling fatigued, and with growth time ahead before being able to venture out, Thunder Bug drifted into hibernation. ¡ù¡ù¡ù Sunlight spilled through the crevice, draping the nearly transparent Thunder Bugs in a faint glow. ¡°Hmm?¡± ¡°Is it morning again?¡± In a distinctly human-like manner, it waved its appendages to stretch, starting a new day. ¡°I¡¯d love to sleep in again. How do eyelids develop? Getting awakened by light is something to get used to.¡± With wide eyes, Thunder Bug scanned its surroundings. ¡°Eyelids probably develop during safer times. Nights aren¡¯t safe yet, keeping watch against surprise attacks.¡± The bright light slowly roused Thunder Bug''s companions with open eyes. Releasing a small electric current to dispel lingering drowsiness, it also nudged its sleepy companions awake, then wriggled its soft, translucent body vigorously. Post growth, the prior crevice cramped its hundred Thunder Bugs. Hence, with its matured companions, Thunder Bug left the original nest just as lightning bugs returned to forage, sealing the crevice with rubble to protect the seven hibernating lightning bugs from daytime predators. Leading a hundred Thunder Bugs away from the nest, Thunder Bug, with the morning sun''s arrival and amidst the stillness of many creatures, discovered a rock cluster near the lightning bugs'' nest. This area boasted numerous suitable nesting crevices and rock gaps, facilitating stealthy Thunder Bug ingress and egress. After eliminating a dozen hiding creatures, Thunder Bug and its cohort seized dominion over ¡°the mountain¡±. ¡°Time to get to work.¡± Accompanied by a few Thunder Bugs, Thunder Bug set out from the nest, advancing surreptitiously among rock gaps. All Thunder Bugs adopted this post-adjustment exit style, significantly reducing the chance of their communal nest being discovered by predators, though Thunder Bug knew detection was only a matter of time. Therefore, pursuing evolution to complete this stage and better ensure the species¡¯ survival was imperative. ¡°Now that Thunder Bugs, although still somewhat at risk, have achieved basic survival stability, it¡¯s time to address the bone issue.¡± Wielding its muscular appendages with enhanced force and long-term training, the Thunder Bugs'' speed improved, giving Thunder Bug a thrill akin to playing "Need for Speed" while navigating rocks. ¡°¡®Accumulating minerals on the back to form a primitive shell,¡¯ the only method I recall from the snail. But how to accumulate? What minerals? These remain questions.¡± ¡°Experimentation is essential; a solution will arise.¡± Contemplating briefly alongside a method devised over recent days, Thunder Bug decided to visit the prior Thunder Beast''s hibernation sandy area. Uncertain which minerals to accumulate and unfamiliar with what mineral calcium appears like, the conductive minerals witnessed at the Thunder Beast¡¯s site seemed an excellent choice, given Thunder Bugs¡¯ bioelectric offensive nature. Thunder Bug realized it shouldn¡¯t be confined to former human thought in developing this racial path, seeking a unique developmental road in species advancement. Though deeply frightened by the Thunder Beast during its electrifying nocturnal awe, Gar¡¯s greater emotions were admiration and curiosity towards its might. With its companions in tow, Thunder Bug cautiously dodged more numerous predators than at night. Through extended predation avoidance, Thunder Bug observed that civilian-level creatures acknowledged their lot in the shallow sea, living peacefully to reproduce before inevitable consumption; soldiers gained experience, living cautiously; leaders, though top-tier regular predators, needed to be wary of super predators to survive; creatures above this level, like those enormous predators, might rank as bosses; so what rank was the Thunder Beast? Occasionally, Thunder Bug pondered such thoughts. The sandy area where the encounter with the Thunder Beast occurred gradually appeared in the distance. With lens eyes equipped, Thunder Bug¡¯s mental sensing downgraded to an all-around short-range alert mode, with vision assuming primary forward reconnaissance duty. The shallow sea world hadn¡¯t achieved the vibrant, life-rich state of Earth¡¯s past shallow seas. Mud-gray dominated, with life¡¯s splash of color brought only by the occasional creature passing through. ¡°Curious about the current state of land, once this stage concludes, I should head ashore.¡± Chapter 26: Snail Shell "Once this stage is complete, it¡¯s time to head to land." Quietly approaching the small patch of sandy ground, the area was as peaceful as before. Although the leisurely soft-bodied worms were gone, occasionally a few creatures still swam overhead. "That Thunder Beast is really a heavy sleeper." Ensuring his companions refrained from discharging electricity and provoking the Thunder Beast, Thunder Bug cautiously approached the edge of the sandy area. Swallowing a small amount of the grayish-white sand near the rocks on the periphery, Thunder Bug quickly returned to his companions. Ignorance is bliss; Thunder Bug did not share the carefree attitude of the creatures swimming casually over the sandy area. Instructing a few Thunder Bugs to guard him, Thunder Bug focused his mental strength, sensing the ingested sand with his tactile perception, and released a tiny electrical current. The current dispersed the sand, attracting and aggregating the conductive minerals within. Slowly separating the conductive minerals from the impurities and secreting them out, Thunder Bug used mental abilities and lens eyes to observe the tiny minerals, finding their semi-transparent and crystalline texture rather appealing to his already nearly transparent self. "I don¡¯t know if this is the right approach, but could these minerals contribute to the Thunder Beast¡¯s strength? Otherwise, why would it linger in this sandy area?" Adhering the minerals to his back with a special mucus, made possible by the soft-bodied visceral system from snails, Thunder Bug reflected, "This mucus seems to have properties of its own." Feeling the conductive minerals on his back, Thunder Bug was somewhat uncomfortable with the foreign substance, but accepted it cheerfully for the sake of evolution. Instructing his companions to avoid the sandy area and forage in the nearby rocky area, Thunder Bug himself swam back to the sandy ground for more minerals for experimentation. Once successful, his companions could safely follow the same process. "I don¡¯t know what this mineral is, but since it seems useful and conductive, let¡¯s call it ''electric stone,'' haha." ¡ù¡ù¡ù "Ugh, so heavy." Carrying the shell gradually forming on his back, Thunder Bug felt no joy. "Although ''electric stone'' can form part of a shell, being fairly pure after electrical refinement and seemingly quite hard, accumulating it on my back only creates a shell akin to that of a snail or a turtle. For me, that¡¯s practically a coffin." The surrounding Thunder Bugs curiously examined their odd leader. Since his visit to the sandy area, a thin shell had started forming on his back, slowing his movements until he struggled to keep pace with them. "This won''t do. I must devise a better method. I refuse to become an electric snail or turtle¡ªdeath would be preferable." Catching up to his waiting companions, Thunder Bug felt their mocking stares. "Damn, another intruder." With his eyes raised to glare ahead, Thunder Bug regrettably spotted a large predator charging toward him, while he stood vulnerably in an open area. "Hide, all of you!" Burdened by his back shell, Thunder Bug¡¯s speed had drastically decreased, rendering escape out of the question. He ordered nearby companions to hide by the rocks while he concentrated his energy, hoping to scare off the predator. The predator moved faster than Thunder Bug anticipated. As Thunder Bug gathered electricity, the predator¡¯s jaws clamped onto him, lifting him from the seabed. Seeing the seabed recede, Thunder Bug had no time to gather more energy and instinctively discharged his full electrical capacity. His back shell partly resisted the predator¡¯s bite, concentrating the electrical discharge onto it. The over-35-point electrical burst, focused on his back and affecting the predator¡¯s mouth, overwhelmed the predator¡¯s resistance. Its mouth released Thunder Bug, and it rapidly swam upward. Falling to the seabed, Thunder Bug endured the severe pain and quickly instructed two Thunder Bugs to drag him to the safety of the rocks.Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there. Though initially resigned to his fate against the predator, surviving the attack shattered Thunder Bug¡¯s courage for further confrontation. As the predator''s mouth sensation returned, it turned back to find Thunder Bug, who was already hidden within rock crevices with his companions, leaving the predator aimlessly patrolling outside. ¡°Ah¡ª¡± Forcibly peeling away the shattered shell embedded deeply in his soft body, Thunder Bug, numbed by previous injuries, still could hardly endure the pain. Blood flowed freely from the wounds; shreds of tissue from the shell drifted away. Thunder Bug looked at the fragmented shell he had shed, feeling life ebbing with the blood. The natural healing seemed inadequate. "Am I to die from blood loss this time? How ironic." Thunder Bug despairingly mused on his impending demise. If not for the shell concentrating the electrical attack, he wouldn¡¯t have managed the powerful electric discharge hurting the predator¡¯s mouth. If not for the shell¡¯s cushioning, he wouldn¡¯t have had time to unleash electricity before being bitten to death. But without the shell¡¯s encumbrance, he might have evaded the attack or avoided detection altogether. Unable to repair the broken shell or cope with the additional bodily stress, Thunder Bug resolved to reconsider mineral accumulation forming a shell on his back. "The shell wouldn''t form before my repeated deaths and mental exhaustion, and any more force from the predator would¡¯ve been fatal. It''s nearly so even now." Turning to the Thunder Bugs around him, Thunder Bug felt his life slipping. "This must be the slowest death I¡¯ve faced." He gave a rueful smile as darkness descended. [Primary organism has died.] [Detected multicellular organism of the same species with mental imprint, main consciousness transferring to that organism.] ¡­ Peering up at the predator lingering above, Thunder Bug, newly reborn, saw the lifeless corpse of his former body and several perplexed Thunder Bugs, shaking his head morosely. "Seems I revived too quickly." Accepting the harmless truth of his quick revival, he pushed his previous body into a hidden rock crevice and reconsidered his situation. "I concede the shell''s defensive and offensive amplification benefits, but lacking mobility components to support it, even with muscle fibers, its weight and repair challenges are untenable." "Now, about this persistent predator¡ªit sure holds a grudge." Seeing the predator continue its vigil, Thunder Bug internally marveled at the system''s quick resurrection response and set aside shell contemplation, guiding his companions toward the Thunder Beast¡¯s sandy resting spot. The predator, in turn, pursued them. "Feeling a bit hungry, but I¡¯ll let the Thunder Beast deal with the predator. Might end up as the fisherman reaping benefits." Of course, the latter was just wishful thinking by Thunder Bug. He and his companions knew the route well by now. Using their speed to lure the predator to the sand¡¯s edge, it followed above, poised for a ¡°fatal strike.¡± "You¡¯re so cooperative, but I won¡¯t be stupid enough to play along." Reaching the sand¡¯s conductive edge, Thunder Bug instructed his companions to hide, then released an electric shock. The faint blue current vanished into the sand, and the predator seemed bemused and skeptical, hovering over the sand, waiting for Thunder Bug to emerge. "Soon you won¡¯t be laughing." After a brief calm, the sandy area erupted with an electrical intensity that blinded Thunder Bug, even in daylight. ¡°Here comes Thunder Beast. Sorry to disturb your slumber.¡± Safely hidden, Thunder Bug awaited the showdown between Thunder Beast and predator. The situation didn¡¯t unfold as Thunder Bug planned. At the electrical burst sensing danger, the predator fled quickly despite some stiffness, distancing itself from the sandy trap. ¡°Coward!¡± Cursing the distant predator, Thunder Bug reluctantly gathered his energy, huddled by the rocks, and reevaluated his predicament. Whether Thunder Bugs evolved a ¡°foolish¡± trait or ¡°timid¡± one due to brain evolution, or merely gained slight immunity to Thunder Beast¡¯s intimidation, the calamity came unexpectedly. A Thunder Bug near Thunder Bug inadvertently released a slight current, attracting the Thunder Beast who¡¯d emerged, ready to dismantle the disturbance. Before Thunder Bug could express outrage or flee, the Thunder Beast¡¯s two upper appendages launched directed electric bursts, paralyzing him and the nearby Thunder Bug. The expanding maw, filled with teeth and electricity, became the final memory of his newly fused, unfamiliar body. [Primary organism has died.] [Detected multicellular organism of the same species with mental imprint, main consciousness transferring to that organism.] [System warning: Due to excessive non-standard deaths in this stage, revival interval will be extended going forward.] ... A group of Thunder Bugs leisurely feeding on plants were startled when their leader halted, prompting several to hide in nearby rock cracks. After the leader¡¯s swift electrical discharge, the waters resumed their calm. ... Watching the few Thunder Bugs emerge from crevices, Thunder Bug, still shaken by memories of the Thunder Beast¡¯s jaws, gradually regained composure. ¡°The system¡¯s displeased with my frequent deaths. I¡¯m quite the inadequate main consciousness.¡± Surveying his surroundings¡ªrocks near the nest cluster¡ªThunder Bug noted, "Looks like that group of Thunder Bugs is all gone." "It¡¯s not the formidable foes you fear, but teammates like pigs." Observing the Thunder Bugs resuming their feeding from the cracks, Thunder Bug sighed internally. ¡°I should¡¯ve cautioned them against discharging electricity. The Thunder Bugs, newly evolved, largely act on instinct. Had I been more vigilant, this wouldn''t have happened; I¡¯m well aware of Thunder Beast¡¯s sensitivity to electricity.¡± ¡°Sigh¡ª¡± Feeling nearly full from nutrients, Thunder Bug noted the dimming sunlight. After ensuring they were sated, he led his few companions through rock gaps back to the Thunder Bug nest cluster. Other Thunder Bugs also returned, save those in Thunder Bug¡¯s former nest, entirely vacant now. The concealing stones outside would remain unsealed until new inhabitants arrived. Chapter 27: Bones ¡°So, what should I do now?¡± As the sunlight outside the nest gradually faded, Thunder Bug found himself unable to sleep. Although shedding the nearly formed shell had been an episode two bodies ago, his current back seemed to still ache subtly. ¡°It¡¯s proven that electric stone and mineral accumulation can form a bony shell, and electric stone might be the most suitable mineral for my species. But¡­¡± ¡°Do I have to continue accumulating on my back?¡± ¡°After the snail came the appearance of a lightweight shell. How was that formed? By making the shell thinner?¡± Stretching his now light and flexible body, Thunder Bug moved to the crevice of the nest, observing the outside world through his lens eyes as night gradually descended. ¡°In terms of lightweight shells, those beetles seem capable of floating effortlessly. Excluding mineral composition, it might be due to increased spacing between minerals or thinner shells. But this makes the primary function of the shell as a real supportive exoskeleton, unlike the defensive shell of a snail.¡± ¡°But is an exoskeleton really sufficient for me? And those lightweight beetles¡¯ defenses are not weak either.¡± It was now completely dark outside. Through the gaps in the rocks, Thunder Bug could occasionally see a large predator swim past overhead, and some medium and small creatures passed by the nest, perhaps heading to rest. ¡°Looking at Earth¡¯s creatures, an endoskeletal spine seems superior. Dinosaurs, humans, and other large terrestrial organisms rely on a spine rather than an exoskeleton, whereas insects don''t occupy high niches later on.¡± Gar believed in ''existence is reasonable,'' and given his knowledge, an endoskeleton would surely be better than an exoskeleton. So why not aim for an endoskeleton? ¡°I should try forming an endoskeleton from the start.¡± But this raised another issue. ¡°So how does an endoskeleton form?¡± The water had darkened completely, suggesting another cloudy night. ¡°Those Lightning Bugs should be able to forage better.¡± ¡°Wonder how the Lightning Bugs are faring.¡± ¡°Why am I thinking of them? I should focus on how to form an endoskeleton.¡± ¡°Ah, I''m so sleepy.¡± Whether due to long nocturnal habits, Thunder Bugs seemed to have developed a routine; as night fully settled, Thunder Bug succumbed to sleep, leaning against a companion. However, dreaming might still be beyond his brain''s current capabilities. ¡ù¡ù¡ù For a while thereafter, Thunder Bug did not revisit the Thunder Beast¡¯s sandy area. Not out of fear, for apart from respecting the Thunder Beast¡¯s might, Thunder Bug realized there was no danger if he didn¡¯t disturb its rest. He avoided the sandy area to gather minerals because he wanted to thoroughly contemplate forming a spine, while also hunting to accumulate evolution points. Today, Thunder Bug returned to the sandy area with his current companions. Instructing them to forage independently but avoid the electric stone zone and not discharge electricity, Thunder Bug swam to the familiar rock where he had obtained electric stone.The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. ¡°Let¡¯s try laying a layer of thicker skin on the surface first, using a mesh as the framework, at least to boost defense. As long as it doesn''t reach shell level, the current weight is manageable.¡± Collecting only small amounts of electric stone left no trace in the flowing water, something Thunder Bug ignored. Using mucus, internal currents, and mental observation to adjust cellular distribution, Thunder Bug gradually enhanced his bristle skin with electric stone, making it hard yet smooth. Amidst the soft, transparent companions, Thunder Bug donned a thin, tight networked skin, exuding an imposing presence. ¡°Luckily, I can still micro-control body cells from the single-cell stage¡ªlikely not possible after this stage.¡± But skin mineral accumulation should stop here. Despite muscular development from training with electric appendages allowing him to bear the current weight and speed not decreasing much, further mineral accumulation might lower Thunder Bug to a civilian level. ¡°Even if I aim to complete this stage swiftly, I want to do it right¡ªI don¡¯t want 8051 mocking a flawed product.¡± ¡°Now to test forming a spine. Wonder if spines exist on this planet yet?¡± Feeling the food consumed could last until tomorrow, Thunder Bug led his still-soft companions to the sandy area. ¡°Proven effective and beneficial, these companions can also undergo skin hardening.¡± This simple improvement meant companions could also receive a survival-boosting hardened skin. ¡°Best keep them from the sandy area for now¡ªto avoid accidentally waking the Thunder Beast.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll transport the electric stone to them¡ªit requires little anyway.¡± Flexing the daily trained electric appendages, the slightly streamlined body propelled rapidly in the water with hardened skin, effectively reducing water resistance. For soft-bodied Thunder Bugs, though body form was streamlined in the biological editing space, external forces altered it in water. Encased in hard skin, the streamlined form reduced speed impediments from added weight. Gently separating pure electric stone from sand with electricity, Thunder Bug instructed companions to bond the networked electric stone to their skin, like him. He then glanced at the remaining particles. ¡°Time to start assembling internal bone.¡± Swallowing an electric stone particle, Thunder Bug carefully focused mental force on the tiny internal particle. ¡°Is this the legendary inner vision? I¡¯m this amazing now, ha.¡± Within, releasing currents to purify the electric stone, discarding impurities, Thunder Bug meticulously manipulated internal cells, slowly nudging purified electric stone toward the back. First crafted internally was a head-to-tail connected electric stone line¡ªthe initial plan. The process wasn¡¯t as hard as imagined, with only mild vigilance needed for small predator threats, and cellular control allowed swift completion. The narrow line, composed of mucus and electric stone, connected rear-brain skin and trailing to edited ''tail'' flagella. More a rudimentary tendon than the first spine step, this surprise led Thunder Bug to eagerly integrate the tendon into lower electric appendages, connecting to muscle fibers. The head-end appendage nearly forgotten. This ''tendon'' was foreign yet vital for stage completion. Companions¡¯ skin hardening appeared equally significant but lacked mental finesse and cellular adjustment¡ªordinary hardening left their skin imperfect. Thunder Bug, seeing their sun-dimmed hardening forms, returned them to the nest. Forming a spine wasn¡¯t an overnight success. ¡ù¡ù¡ù ¡°Continuing spinal construction.¡± With companions fed, Thunder Bugs ventured to sandy grounds again, transporting freshly refined electric stones to the nest before adding them to the forming internal spine. Memory recalled articulated spines pivoting fully, but unclear recollections hindered precise construction¡ªcommon folk rarely ponder spinal details. Reluctantly, Thunder Bug installed cylindrical segments spaced apart on the tendon spine, testing movement and filling gaps with fine electric stones. Simple yet effective, though taxing time and effort. Sometimes, feeding relied on companions delivering subdued creature bodies to the experimenting Thunder Bug. ¡°Feeling a bit like a scientist, ha.¡± Thunder Bug humorously acknowledged self. ¡°And my workshop is my body.¡± Time fluttered between fast and slow, nights and days cycling on, species experiencing a reproduction increase to over a thousand, several hundred departing as Thunder Bug envisioned¡ªto land. ¡°They¡¯ll be my landing pioneers.¡± Thought Thunder Bug, whose landing plan still lingered at ¡°once this stage is complete, head to land.¡± To boost survival odds, leader-class survivability Thunder Bugs completed skin hardening, led by Thunder Bug in rotation. Subsequently, within Thunder Bug''s spinal construction trials, almost a thousand finished skin hardening. ¡°I might be this planet''s first spinal evolution, haha.¡± Feeling the improving internal spine, Thunder Bug couldn''t help but smile proudly. Within his roam zone, no creatures possessed endoskeleton systems; most became exoskeletal. One day, a stir jolted the focused Thunder Bug from nearly complete spinal construction. Chapter 28: Ambush "Damn it!" Scientists who get interrupted during experiments are usually displeased, because no one knows whether the next step might yield the long-awaited results. Although Thunder Bug isn¡¯t a bona fide scientist, and mentioning any credentials is out of the question, at this moment, his feelings were remarkably similar. "What happened?" Filled with anger, frustration, and confusion, Thunder Bug quickly propelled himself out of the nest using the elasticity of his muscles, just as a shadow loomed overhead. With a swift twist, leveraging his entire body¡¯s muscle elasticity, Thunder Bug moved sideways in a burst and instinctively released an electric shock, dodging the shadow sweeping down at him. Only then did Thunder Bug look up at the attacker. "What kind of creature is this?" It might be a turtle, but extending from its shell were several long, slender tentacles. There was no time to speculate on the creature¡¯s nature; identifying it as an enemy was enough. Thunder Bug, a veteran of numerous battles, noted that while the attacker seemed formidable, it was far from matching the majesty of the Thunder Beast, and he did not plan to flee immediately. Currently, the attacker was feeding several unresponsive Thunder Bugs into its beaked mouth using its tentacles. One seemed to have a little life left, discharging a faint electric shock, but the tentacle gripping it merely shuddered before tightening again. The nesting area was in chaos, as many Thunder Bugs had returned to the nest with nightfall approaching, most hid in narrow crevices, while a few mindless ones scurried about aimlessly. "What should I do now? This looks tough to handle." At this juncture, Thunder Bug''s irritation over the interrupted experiment had vanished, replaced by strategic considerations of confronting the enemy. The attacker¡¯s main body was an oval disc, unable to fit into rock crevices, but the eight pairs of tentacles extending from its core could easily enter, moving swiftly and deftly, outmatching the Thunder Bugs'' speed. As Thunder Bug pondered, an empty tentacle whipped out again, striking an evasive Thunder Bug. This scene captured Thunder Bug¡¯s strategic attention. The Thunder Bug reacted quickly, deploying its Electric Burst species skill upon realizing escape was impossible. The tentacle visibly darkened from the electric shock, yet seemed unfazed, continuing along its arc to strike the Thunder Bug against a nearby rock. With only a thin layer of hardened skin and no internal protection, the Thunder Bug¡¯s organs and brain were damaged, leaving it unconscious. The tentacle, having succeeded, coiled around the Thunder Bug and fed it to the mouth. ¡°Damn, so that¡¯s its attack method.¡± "Weak points¡ªI need weak points!" The enemy appeared formidable, with tentacles and a turtle shell offering comprehensive defense for its main body. Any visible enemy couldn¡¯t evade a tentacle strike. "Eyes? That¡¯s it." Realizing something, Thunder Bug focused on the enemy''s main body and finally noticed two pairs of compound eyes protruding slightly from beneath the shell''s front and back. Attacking the eyes was Thunder Bug¡¯s plan. In a one-on-one scenario, penetrating the tight tentacle defense to strike a foe¡¯s eye was nearly impossible, even for a Thunder Bug. If one could, there would be no need; simply eliminating the tentacles would ensure victory. "But I''m not alone¡ªum, we have numbers." Indeed, although the enemy had already taken down a dozen Thunder Bugs in the chaos, several hundred remained. While the method of discovering the nest was unknown, hiding in crevices would only allow the enemy''s tentacles to pick them off. Better to fight desperately than to sit and await death. Thunder Bug instructed the Thunder Bugs to form a circle around the attacker¡¯s horizontal plane, maintaining a safe distance outside the tentacle range, and to move collectively in response to any direction the attacker chose. With its slow-moving body, this was a plausible tactic. But how to reach the underside and attack the four eyes? While the fish circle could distract those eyes, ascending vertically halfway would still alert the enemy.If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement. At this point, a faint memory surfaced of an octopus-like machine in a movie throwing bombs¡ªgrabbing a bomb, spinning it around rapidly in place, and launching it with momentum. Thunder Bug mimicked this method, limited by its physical condition from achieving high velocity. One Thunder Bug could supply initial speed to another, which could then swim to attack the eyes before the enemy reacted. With its four lower eyes gone, tentacle attacks would surely diminish. The plan seemed sound, and Thunder Bug swiftly ordered the Thunder Bugs into action. Hesitation lingered as the Thunder Bugs wavered between obeying their primary consciousness and fearing the formidable enemy before them. Only after brief indecision did they accept the commands, a detail Thunder Bug, busy planning execution, overlooked. Cautiously emerging from the rocks, the Thunder Bugs formed a fish circle with the attacker at its center, keeping a radius just beyond its tentacle reach. Predictably, the low-intellect attacker extended all tentacles, like a flower in bloom, towards the nearby prey, hindered by the surrounding Thunder Bugs drawing all its attention, including those four compound eyes. No time to lose, Thunder Bug, along with three robust Thunder Bugs, formed two teams. Two Thunder Bugs, under Thunder Bug''s control, grabbed him and another and, after a few spins, hurled them at the attacker above. The attack was successful; before the enemy reacted, four electric appendages from both Thunder Bugs struck the four eyes, blinding the enemy, at least below. Above-eye status remained unknown. Thunder Bug swiftly distanced himself from the enemy, but the slower Thunder Bug was promptly crushed by the frenzied tentacles of the attacker, the force leaving Thunder Bug staring agape. With the attack thwarted, Thunder Bug didn¡¯t intend to eliminate the enemy, as its frenzied state already had it cautiously retreating while forming an impenetrable tentacle barrier. More pressing was the attention of large predators drawn by the injured attacker and the activity above the rocks. For safety, Thunder Bug ordered all Thunder Bugs back into the rock shelters. ¡ù¡ù¡ù Regardless of how the enemy discovered the nest, this was inevitable, yet the unprotected brain and organs were a significant vulnerability. Thus, while continuing spinal repairs, Thunder Bug focused on the head. To Gar, familiar with human brains, it seemed small and simple, yet it was crucial for a civilization-evolving species. Protecting it from soft tissue damage was essential. Utilizing the refined electric stone assembly skills honed for spinal construction, mimicking the remembered skull structure, Thunder Bug crafted bone plates beneath the skin, encasing the head, with openings for the eyes and even the upper jaw forming a Thunder Bug ''skull.'' Using the interlocking spine technique developed during tests, the skull connected to the nearly completed backbone. To boost defense further, Thunder Bug reduced mineral spacing within the skull, increasing weight but maintaining speed with electric appendage tendons and muscle fiber integration. Yet swimming endurance again suffered. ¡°Seems the soft-bodied visceral system is losing its suitability.¡± ¡°This skull, lacking only a jaw, is impressive. And, right, teeth should be added; despite no jaw articulation, a crude upper and lower jaw with teeth can form, allowing muscle-fiber biting¡ªnot strong, but enhancing damage capacity. Electrifying the teeth may focus electric shocks when gripping an enemy.¡± Thus, a row of sharp teeth below the skull emerged. Thunder Bug, now addicted, crafted two elongated fangs on the upper jaw, components that on Earth took hundreds of millions of years to evolve. ¡°Now I realize that coming from an Earth evolving for billions of years, even with scant biological knowledge, everyday snippets impart huge advantages here.¡± Gazing at the incongruous skull and teeth, Thunder Bug felt a surge of confidence in his species. ¡ù¡ù¡ù ¡°How comfortable.¡± Using muscle and tendons to steer his almost complete spine, Thunder Bug swayed a slightly flattened tail, propelling water, with bones inserted beneath, linking muscle and the spine. Now electric appendages powerfully drove movement. ¡°Even organs are bone-protected; am I now the most advanced life on this planet?¡± Since beginning electric stone collection and spinal assembly, much time had passed. Extensive trial and error had perfected his spine, granting free movement. Thunder Bug, addicted to bone assembly, after surviving the nest attack, provided remaining Thunder Bugs with spines and skulls and referenced fish anatomy to bone-protect internal organs and adorn appendages and tail with primitive bone spurs mimicking fins and tails. During this period, the species underwent three more reproductions, dispersing several completed Thunder Bugs. New Thunder Bugs lacked ancestral bones, needing assembly to the extent that growth would later fill, indicating the bones hadn¡¯t entered reproduction systems but were being accepted. Dedicated to bone assembly, Thunder Bug delayed entering the biological editing space, not due to forgetfulness but awaiting full skeletal completion to signify this stage''s end. In this realm, only Thunder Beast¡¯s sandy habitat offered abundant electric stone resources. Common sand contained sparse electric stone; its surrounding area insufficiently dispersed for Thunder Bugs, forcing thousands to cluster near sandy locales. Thunder Bug remained ever wary of disturbing the Thunder Beast. To meet elevated nutritional demands due to skeletal growth, ordinary Thunder Bugs began foraging plants in groups, hunting creatures. Excluding Thunder Bug''s strong components, their instinctive cooperative strategy, nurtured since single-cell diminutive forms, proved advantageous in an ancient sea of individualistic predators, ensuring escape with minimal losses. Thus, under Thunder Bug¡¯s guidance, balancing factors, the nest maintained nearly a thousand Thunder Bugs, splitting excesses for new colonies, leading to explosive reproduction and dispersal. Eventually, while considering another sandy area visit to add playful spikes, Thunder Bug¡¯s body stiffened, bones subtly rearranging internally. A system notification appeared as expected. [This is the dawn of a new era. Following 230 million years of evolution, your species transitioned from deep to shallow seas, simple to complex forms. Brain development enhanced bodily regulation and food acquisition. Then, one day, you, the main consciousness, saw minerals not as mere world ornaments but as structural supports for your soft body. Utilizing minerals, you assembled superior bones for your species; with these bones, you built a promising future for your kind. In this phase, you earned the title of Bone Architect, while your species gained the Legion Race title. Return to the biological editing space and bid farewell to the world of soft-bodied organisms.] [Entering biological editing space, main consciousness transferring.] "I''m back again!" Chapter 29: Gender "I''m back again!" [Welcome back, Gar.] "Hmm? Why am I still in the ocean?" The surroundings were filled with water, and he was still surrounded by a sea. "No, this is a holographic image. And I¡¯m an entity of consciousness." "8051, has the space evolved again?" Upon returning to the biological editing space, Gar found that the space had evolved from the initial darkness of the single-cell stage, to the brightness of the soft-bodied stage, and now, entering the aquatic biological stage, the biological editing space had evolved once more. The entire space had transformed into a miniature shallow sea environment. Floating to the surface with his consciousness, a small beach lay not far away. Without a means to measure, Gar couldn''t gauge its size, but comparing the size of the Thunder Bug in the holographic image to the approximate scale, it seemed like it would take several days at Thunder Bug''s maximum speed to swim from one end to the other. [Indeed, the space has evolved, referencing the current planet you are on and your current living environment. The space now features a shallow sea environment as its backdrop, but no living organisms are present.] "It definitely seems better than that monotonous space before; it¡¯s even uplifting." [Additionally, regarding the current function of the space, I can provide you with some explanations.] "Yes, explanations are good. The more, the better, hehe." [Before that, let me ask, haven¡¯t you noticed why the space only regularly contains your consciousness entity and the biological holographic image?] "I''m not some idio¡ª" "Uh, I almost fell into that one. Well played, 8051. So, do these two things have some hidden function?" [So you haven¡¯t noticed at all. 8051 expresses disappointment.] ¡°¡­¡± [Forget it, expecting too much was my mistake. In some sense, the holographic image is the closest thing to your true self. The organisms you controlled were merely a part of your consciousness manifested in those bodies.] "What does that mean?" Gar felt confused. [It means that in this stage of the biological editing space, you can not only edit your species through the holographic image but also temporarily merge your consciousness into the image, allowing you to control the body within this biological editing space to test the rationality of your evolution.] "So, I can now also operate within the biological editing space." "Let¡¯s try it now." Eager to test the new functionality added to the previously monotonous space, Gar rushed to the holographic image. [Wait, your species is still evolving and cannot be tested, uh.] 8051 was about to mention that testing was currently unavailable when Gar was already repelled back a distance by the holographic image. "Tch, you could have said that earlier." Observing the holographic image emitting green light, it seemed to indicate ongoing evolution. [¡­¡­] "Alright, 8051, my bad. So, what¡¯s up with those titles I heard upon entering?" A faintly glowing screen appeared. [Title System This system was activated when the main consciousness entered the soft-bodied stage, affirming the abilities of the main consciousness by the system. Categories: There are two types: main consciousness titles and species titles (current stage), each with beginner, intermediate, and advanced levels. Main consciousness titles reward the main consciousness for biological evolution capability; species titles reward outstanding performance by the species under the main consciousness''s control. Functions: Regular functions: Main consciousness titles primarily enhance the main consciousness¡¯s ability to edit biological evolution; species titles enhance certain abilities of the controlled species. Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.Special functions: Related to the civilization stage (not activated). Evaluation method: When the main consciousness shows outstanding performance in certain areas, the system evaluates and awards titles to the main consciousness at the end of the current stage. Current titles: Bone Architect, Legion Title.] Seeing the special function of titles relating to the civilization stage made Gar reflect, "Finally something mentioning the civilization stage, though it¡¯s not activated... Well, for now, it¡¯s still far away. I need to take things step by step; I¡¯m not one for aiming too high without a foundation." Setting aside thoughts on the civilization stage, since even his brain had only recently evolved, developing civilization seemed far off. Gar continued to examine his two titles. [Bone Architect Awarded for outstanding performance in assembling the initial bones during biological evolution. Intermediate main consciousness title.] [Legion Title Awarded for the species under the main consciousness''s control, independently gathering and reproducing without direct control, and demonstrating excellent cooperative action when faced with formidable enemies. Beginner species title.] "Such simple introductions, I suppose I¡¯ll have to explore the rest myself." [If you wish to explore and discover the fun yourself, I would agree. 8051 enjoys observing a slightly startled main consciousness.] ¡°Uh, of course.¡± "Wait, does this mean I don¡¯t need to explore these myself? What are the functions of these titles, 8051?" [The function of titles, especially the main consciousness titles, can vary significantly whether explored independently or hinted by the system. Moreover, they are slightly atypical functions, so we will provide a direct explanation.] [Let''s first look at the Legion Title. As a beginner species title, its function is passive. In summary, it enhances your species'' survival capabilities. This means, even without your direction, your species will autonomously congregate and inhabit, adopting your previous hunting methods for foraging. When attacked, they will summon companions. When faced with strong enemies, they will swarm like a legion.] "Seems quite beneficial, despite only being beginner level." "While it has a smaller impact on groups under my control, it greatly benefits those not directly under my control." So pondering, Gar awaited 8051¡¯s continued explanation. [Now onto the intermediate main consciousness title Bone Architect. If you had merely used a snail shell to complete the soft-bodied stage, no title would have been awarded. If too simplistic, the system might have deemed it elimination-worthy, which you know the result of.] ¡°¡­¡± [Completing either the spine or external light armor limbs might have awarded a beginner title. However, your fondness for bones led you to start new components before finishing previous ones. Until your entire skeleton was complete, the system hadn¡¯t awarded the title, but upon completion, evaluated and granted the intermediate title.] ¡°Hehe, who knew my penchant for assembling things would prove useful,¡± Gar chuckled to himself. However. "Had I not encountered that tentacled turtle and seen my unprotected brain and organs, I might have settled for just a spine and considered the stage complete." Subconsciously, Gar reflected in his deep consciousness. [Bone Architect has three major functions: Component Skeletal Construction, Component Bone Replacement, and Skeletal Adjustment Enhancement.] [Component Skeletal Construction allows you to embed existing skeletal templates into various body components. The system will make rational adjustments based on the bone and component configurations, creating new endoskeletal components. You only pay 1/3 of the evolution value for this integration and initial component equipage. For example, previously embedding bones into your electric appendages was simplistic, lacking joint forms, so post-evaluation, they formed new electric fins without consuming evolution value, as it was seen as self-evolution in the soft-bodied stage. Additionally, acquiring a good mouth template could allow you to replace your weak jaw.] [Component Bone Replacement concerns your skeleton mainly composed of electric stone, unlike varied planetary bone types. Without replacing skeletal material, equipping bones of different materials requires either full skeletal replacement or high-cost alteration of existing components. Component Bone Replacement allows conversion of these bones to your electric stone, with system adjustments for easy use.] [Skeletal Adjustment Enhancement typically allows skeleton lengthening, enlargement, and refinement post-transition to the aquatic stage. Function enhancement enables increasing or reducing similar skeletal elements, such as your species¡¯ 37 spine segments, adjusting size, number, and environment adaptation. Organs like rib cages may also be modified. Since micro-control over cells ceased after the aquatic transition, new bone creation via mental force and cellular collaboration isn''t possible. Finding a species with jaws remains necessary for your jaw enhancement.] "So, creating skeletal functions might be a high-level title benefit in the future?" [Please explore on your own. 8051 resumes copy-pasting with ease.] "¡­" "The electric fins evolved from my electric appendages¡ªwhat do they look like, 8051? Let me see." [Wait a moment. Before that, with evolution nearing completion, would you like to change your species'' reproductive method?] "Of course." Gar was immediately drawn upon hearing reproduction mentioned. [As you haven¡¯t found another satisfactory reproductive method, you may select a system-provided method within asexual reproduction or switch to sexual reproduction, with the system determining the appropriate method for your species.] "Naturally, sexual reproduction. I don''t want to continue spore reproduction." Perhaps due to his human consciousness, Gar elevated this issue to a matter of principle. "By the way, please don¡¯t make it hermaphroditic." Recalling the previously discarded hermaphroditic reproduction component, Gar worried. [The system makes this determination; you can only accept it. 8051 sneered while responding seriously.] "¡­" If you weren¡¯t sneering, I¡¯d be scared. [Main consciousness opts for species reproductive change to sexual reproduction. System assesses species as primitive fish; reproduction method shifts to sexual oviparity.] [Species evolve gender differences, initiating mating and spawning during reproductive seasons.] ¡°Finally gendered¡ªI¡¯m not sure if this choice is good or bad, but it feels more natural for me. Thankfully, it¡¯s not hermaphroditic; I¡¯m not interested in that¡­¡± [System detects main consciousness species possess complete soft-bodied visceral systems, prompting evolution to fishlike visceral systems to meet phase needs.] ¡°Huh.¡± ¡°So the soft-bodied visceral system was pretty good.¡± Before long, the green glow from the holographic image faded until disappearing, signaling the completion of evolution into an aquatic organism. Chapter 30: Re-evolution [The evolution into the aquatic biological stage is complete, so let''s take a look at the evolution summary first.] Before Gar could react, a text box, similar to the one that appeared when the single-cell stage was completed, appeared before him. [Most life originates from the ocean, where it transitions from single-celled to multicellular organisms. These multicellular organisms embarked on a long and arduous evolution within the water. Some ventured onto land, while others continued to thrive in the ocean. After 230 million years of evolutionary transformation, your species has journeyed from the deep sea to the shallow sea, gradually adapting to life in the shallows and formally becoming a member of the shallow sea community. Subsequently, a new skeletal system emerged within you, making your species larger, more agile, and powerful. The evolved brain endowed your species with simple memory abilities, enhancing survival and reproduction. At this moment, a new type of fish has emerged on this planet; how far it will go, let us wait and see. From this moment, you have left behind the soft-bodied organisms and begun evolving into more powerful creatures. Evaluation summary for Crosser No. 14939 Gar in the soft-bodied stage is as follows: Stage Duration: 231.88 million years (Rating: Pass) Evolutionary Form: Reinforced endoskeletal framework, skull, tough skin, sharp-toothed electric upper jaw, electric canine teeth, electric lower jaw, electric fins, rudimentary fish tail, lens eyes, electric appendages, fish internal systems, basic memory-type brain, sexually reproductive egg-laying fish. (Excellent+) After a prolonged evolution, your aquatic organism is rated as Good+ by the system.] "This time, I didn''t even get an ''Excellent'' rating." "Let''s check out the detailed introduction of the evolved form first." Focusing on the evolved form of the Thunder Bug, it didn¡¯t differ much from its former self but had a more streamlined and solid body. At the sides of the front skull, something resembling fish gills had appeared. "Are those fish gills? They actually evolved autonomously." [They are part of the respiratory system in the fish internal system, so they evolved along with the internal system.] "Wow, I didn¡¯t expect them to be so useful! Thank you for the reminder back then, 8051." [It¡¯s nothing. Although, if this stage ended without evolving a better internal system, this system would continue to evolve. However, without an improved internal system, you couldn¡¯t survive on land, let alone complete this stage, so it was a one-time evolution.] "¡­" "Well, having it once is already great. Let¡¯s check it out." [Fish Internal System A refined internal system of fish, evolved from the soft-bodied organism''s internal system. In addition to perfecting each part, it has also developed a swim bladder and gills for breathing. Required: 450 evolution points] ¡°So expensive! But with the swim bladder appearing, it seems worth the cost, especially since I don''t need to install it again.¡± [Thunder Bug (soft-bodied stage name) Aquatic Organism Fish Evolution Points: 403 Health: 60/60 Attack: Sharp-toothed electric upper jaw (25), electric lower jaw (15), electric fins (10) ¡Á2, electric appendage (5) ¡Á1, electric burst (85) (Area) Defense: Tough skin (30) (enhanced electric resistance) Speed: 10¡ª15 Vision: Lens eyes ¡Á2 Reproduction: Sexually reproductive egg-laying fish Body Information: Fish internal system, electric stone skeletal framework, muscle fiber, memory brain. Individual Rating: Minion Group Rating: Military Unit The bone-supported body gives you stronger attacks, better defense, and more agile movement. As your survivability greatly improves, a broader biological world is taking shape. While you evolve, other creatures are progressing too. Whether to land or when to land is your next consideration.] ¡°8051, is the system being generous this time by suggesting the goals needed to complete the stage?¡± [Such straightforward matters need no concealment from those reaching this stage.] "I see. But why did the evaluation not rise, instead dropping to Minion level?" [Your lengthy skeletal construction period lacked significant evolution, while other creatures continued advancing. Endoskeletal organisms began appearing, and many creatures with advanced attack abilities increased, pushing you to Minion level.] "But I didn''t notice any impact when the Thunder Bugs were hunting. Even that large predator attacking my breeding ground was driven away; surely it was at least a boss, right?"This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. [That''s the power of the group. Didn¡¯t you notice anything in the evaluations?] ¡°Oh, there are two evaluations. The individual is understandable by previous methods. Is it the group evaluation issue? Military Unit?¡± [Individual evaluation rates your species'' individual capabilities; as you noted, it follows previous levels. Group evaluation, arising with racial titles, assesses your species when formed into units, rating their collective strength. There are six levels: Spectators, Gang, Religious Group, Military Unit, Elite Force, and Homeland Guardians. Not surprisingly, species earning the Legion Title often have higher group than individual strength.] "Not surprisingly? Didn¡¯t you know?" [To prevent excessive aid due to individual factors, our knowledge isn¡¯t much more than yours at any given time. 8051 explains nonchalantly.] "Oh, that¡¯s why. Wait a moment, you haven''t finished explaining the title''s function, have you?" [Of course, I only provide the basics, other functions require main consciousness¡­] "To explore on his own! Right." Powerless¡­ [Correct. 8051 smugly believes its training has slightly increased the main consciousness''s intelligence.] "Well, let me see the electric fins I evolved." [Electric Fins Movement component with short-range non-contact electric capability Attack: 10 Speed: +5 (swimming) Required: 70 evolution points, skeleton] ¡°8051, I suddenly realize components get more expensive the further you go.¡± [Certainly.] ¡°But Electric Burst has become much stronger, and now there¡¯s another non-contact electric attack method apart from it and the intraspecies electric chain. Speaking of which, wasn¡¯t the paralyzing method used by the Thunder Beast against me a non-contact long-range electric attack? Is it due to the electric stone?¡± [Sharp-toothed Electric Upper Jaw Upper jaw packed with electric stone teeth, including two long fangs, offering significant deterrence. Attack: 25 Required: 170 evolution points, endoskeleton] ¡°No doubt, it''s something I painstakingly created; it¡¯s impressive, hehe.¡± [¡­¡­] [Electric Lower Jaw Lower jaw filled with small sharp teeth, unable to strongly bite with the upper jaw, thus failing to create a fierce biting electric mouth with it. Attack: 15 Required: 80 evolution points] "Let¡¯s ignore that." [¡­¡­] ¡°Once I find a skeletal jaw sample, I¡¯ll install it then.¡± [Tough Skin Pseudo-shell composed of electric stone on the surface, with certain defensive capabilities and not-insignificant electric resistance. Defense: 30 Required: 120 evolution points] ¡°Nice.¡± [¡­¡­] ¡°Looks like there are over 400 evolution points; let¡¯s install something.¡± ¡°Ah, having money in hand means no worries. If creatures weren''t supplying food after I began experiments, maybe it¡¯d be more.¡± Shifting focus to the component display, upon completing the stage, previous components didn¡¯t vanish like in the single-cell stage. ¡°Seems these stages are interconnected.¡± Gar noticed the chemical sensing system obtained from the two pesky gatekeepers. "It can evolve taste and smell. It¡¯s always good to have another sensory method, remembering that many amazing animals like sharks and snakes rely on smell or taste to hunt." ¡°So let¡¯s install it first.¡± Dragging the chemical sensing system from the display onto the holographic image, it fused automatically, saving Gar the trouble of deciding placement. Adjusting the holographic image to make it smoother and giving the rudimentary fish tail a more natural appearance, the former pathetic flagella were now completely flattened. Using the title¡¯s ability, Gar copied part of the spiny bone in the fish tail and embedded it into the now slightly wider rudimentary tail, due to system refinement. After several adjustments, a more reasonable tail took shape. [Formed a new fish tail component, costing 30 evolution points to complete.] [Fish Tail Swimming component Speed: +10 (swimming) Required: 90 evolution points, skeleton] ¡°Hmph, definitely formed a better component, though no refunds for the flagella and rudimentary fish tail.¡± ¡°Hee hee, this ability is awesome.¡± ¡°Let¡¯s see, 273 evolution points remain, not bad, accumulating funds before use. Though evolution intervals have increased. Let¡¯s see what else can be installed?¡± ¡°With no exoskeleton, joints are out. Although electric fins can¡¯t propel through leaps like electric appendages, combined with fins and tail, movement speed is no slower than before, surpassing appendage flexibility. Let¡¯s add two electric fins later.¡± ¡°What can we do with the remaining 133 points?¡± ¡°Seriously, lately I¡¯ve only been taking down creatures below leader level, mostly familiar ones offering no new components. Beating high-level ones seems unlikely, making me wonder if I downgraded to Minion early on.¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t this a place to test? Shouldn¡¯t I maximize this function?¡± ¡°8051, is testing available now?¡± Still uncomfortable from the previous blunder, Gar asked 8051 again. [Yes, accessible now; who told you not to listen? 8051 thinks the main consciousness''s previous rashness was wrong.] ¡°¡­¡± Recognizing his fault, Gar relied on ignoring tactics again, merging his consciousness with the holographic image. When the intangible objects merged, they materialized, dropping from mid-air into the water with a splash. ¡°Ow, didn¡¯t expect that, who designed it so high? It hurts.¡± Waiting for pain to ease¡­ ¡°Phew, finally better. Right, 8051, what''s the current time flow ratio?¡± [During stage completion, relative to the outside world, time flow is halted. The time spent in the aquatic biological stage space is akin to the previous stage; externally, it¡¯s equivalent to a life cycle from birth to juvenile. Simply put, when you choose a fish egg to enter the biological editing space, upon returning, the egg just becomes a young fish integrating your consciousness. External perceived time slows relative to the last stage¡ª230 million years felt like a few years; similarly, in this stage, it may feel like decades to nearly a hundred years.] [Additionally, should the main consciousness linger too long in the biological editing space, we will kick you out. 8051 imagined kicking the main consciousness out and chuckled while covering its mouth.] Sweat¡­ No concern for time issues entering the aquatic stage, though lengthy, he seemed to adapt to this life. ¡°Even perceived time has been over a decade! Unsure if it¡¯s system aid or my strong adaptability, but I¡¯m slowly adapting to life now.¡± Reflecting on his time here, Gar realized even consciousness time spanned years. ¡°The human world¡¯s decade-long life slowly fades from memory.¡± Contemplating his current life, Gar found his adaptability, or perhaps humanity¡¯s inherent adaptability, truly remarkable. ¡°Keep striving!¡± After a moment of reflection, Gar began adjusting his new body in the space¡¯s world. Chapter 31: Naming In the pale blue seawater, a shadow approached from afar, gradually expanding as it drew near the calm surface. Then, a peculiar small fish leaped from the shadow, splashing a curtain of water, its shimmering white skin reflecting the sunlight in a radiant glow. "Finally finished with the modifications." Shaking the dorsal fin on his back to shed some of the water in mid-air, Gar returned to the familiar waters below, feeling the fleeting sensation of weightlessness. After conducting experiments for several days in the space (within the biological editing space, Gar could clearly feel the passage of time through the rising and setting sun, which also affected the external world), Gar zealously and meticulously applied the same passion for bone creation to finalize the evolutionary adjustments for the Thunder Bug. The once iconic electric appendage behind the Thunder Bug''s head, symbolic of the species during the soft-bodied stage, had now completed its mission. After Gar''s continuous refinements and utilizing the abilities from the Bone Architect title to embed several bones, connecting it to the backbone and spending 25 evolution points to finalize the work, it evolved into a brand new component: the Electric Dorsal Fin. [Electric Dorsal Fin Direction control and balance component, effectively balancing and controlling the body¡¯s movement in water. Required: 75 evolution points, endoskeleton] Though it seemed to lack any attack or speed bonuses, throughout days of experiments, Gar discovered its necessity for maintaining balance at high speeds. "Come to think of it, this component really resembles a shark''s dorsal fin. Perhaps it''s some subconscious nostalgia, or perhaps a quirky taste, haha." Now, this organism, aside from the two long canine teeth on the upper jaw, barely resembled the former Thunder Bug. Two dorsal fins emerged at its back, with a powerful tail providing strong propulsion, dividing the body into three segments. The broad gills on the sides of its head allowed it to breathe more efficiently in water. Behind the gills, the two electric fins and dorsal fin formed a 120-degree angle with one another, ensuring balance and agile movement. Additionally, the two electric fins located behind them, along with the tail, offered high speeds. Vigorously swinging the fish tail and controlling direction with the fins, Gar navigated swiftly and agilely through the sea. This exhilarating speed left Gar feeling as though any hidden negativity was constantly being released. "No wonder so many people love speed." His current size had been adjusted to 1.5 times the original Thunder Bug, the maximum allowed in this phase, with further size increases to occur in the next phase. Regarding body size, Gar realized that being smaller could help hide and avoid attracting strong predators while reducing food demands. Yet, in general, smaller size meant vulnerability and a lower position on the food chain. In contrast, while this organism couldn¡¯t match the defense of shelled creatures, nor did it have pure energy attacks, its endurance, speed, and flexibility far exceeded those of shelled organisms. When attacking smaller shelled creatures, energy attacks could be quite effective. Although increased body size and group behavior demanded more food, Gar remained confident in his species. "After all, it is a military unit-level entity, right?" "I could even crack open small shelled creatures'' turtle shells with my body, hahaha." Reminiscing about past encounters with shelled creatures¡ªexpending considerable effort electrocuting them but unable to pry open their shells and savor the tender meat inside¡ªhe thought, "The size isn''t enough yet. Once I''m larger, I¡¯ll swallow you whole, and let stomach acids handle the shell, haha."If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. "But only if I''m sure it''s dead¡ªI can''t handle a rogue monkey causing havoc in my stomach." With a forceful shake of his well-evolved broad fish tail and the combined power of four electric fins, Gar once again leaped from the sea. "This feeling is fantastic. Evolving wings in the future would be even better, haha." Gazing at the vast sky, Gar realized he shouldn¡¯t linger idly. "Exit fusion state." The organism in the air stabilized its form as Gar''s consciousness gradually separated from the body, reverting to consciousness and holographic states. [Leaving?] "Yes, though this tranquility is what I once loved most, I can''t stay too long and risk being kicked out by you. Plus, there¡¯s a species outside needing evolution. Haha." "With this trial-capable evolution space, I''ve saved significant time. If only this function existed during the bone editing phase. After these modifications, I should return to Leader level." Gar thought, pulling up the body information display. [Thunder Bug (original multicellular stage name) Aquatic Organism Fish Evolution Points: 33 Health: 90/90 Attack: Sharp-toothed Electric Upper Jaw (25), Electric Lower Jaw (15), Electric Fins (10) ¡Á4, Electric Burst (115) (Area) Defense: Tough Skin (30) (enhanced electric resistance) Speed: 20¨C35 Vision: Lens Eyes ¡Á2 Reproduction: Sexually reproductive egg-laying fish Body Information: Fish internal system, electric stone skeletal system, muscle fiber, memory brain. Individual Rating: Leader Group Rating: Military Unit Through several days of experimental modifications, your species has returned to the ranks of leaders, albeit merely returning to past status. Group strength excites you, but the emerging aquatic world harbors more and more enemies. Evolution never ceases.] "It certainly feels stronger now, though with 33 points left, I¡¯m unsure what to install; a wrong component could disrupt body balance." After careful consideration, Gar decided to save the points for future use. "8051, during the previous stage completion, if I only assembled a spine, would phase completion be determined upon its completion? And what would happen then?" [Yes. Your spine''s formation was earlier than any other spine''s emergence. Had you been content with just a spine, you would be the first to evolve one, yet lack a mid-level title. Imagine the consequences. That''s hypothetical, not reality.] "True, shall I activate my special skill: ignoring. Haha." [Name, 8051 reminded.] "Hmm?" [You need a new name for the evolved form, 8051 elaborated.] "Oh, what name should it be?" ¡­¡­ "Ah! I hate naming things." [¡­¡­] "Right, let''s call it Swordfish. So vivid. And not including ''electric'' in the name could confuse enemies, yes." At that, Gar focused on the impressive but questionable in attack canine teeth. Whether enemies would notice the deception was unknown. (Swordfish = a fish with sword-like teeth. ==) [Then, confirm completion?] "Yes¡­" "Wait, after previous exits, the previous species didn''t evolve¡ªwill I be alone again this time?" [No, this is a phase evolution; all individuals in your origin breeding group will evolve into Swordfish.] "Oh." [Then, confirm completion?] "Yes¡­" "Hold on, you mean next time I evolve, only newborns will evolve with me?" [Yes.] "Is there a way for all, not just newborns, to evolve like this phase evolution?" [Yes, by modifying relevant settings to achieve your goal.] "Then modify the settings. Seeing previous companions turn into different species always bothers me a bit." [I must clarify: before modifying settings, individuals of the same species won''t evolve, but newborns will evolve into your evolved species within a short time, regardless of controlled or external groups. After modification, all individuals, newborn or existing, within your group will evolve. However, even if of the same species, those outside your group will experience a significant reduction in numbers evolving with you.] "So, adjusting settings means the total number of my evolved form on this planet will decrease?" [Yes, due to the nature of main consciousness-driven evolution being mutational, resulting in such situations.] "This¡­" [However, there is no need for excessive concern. In the long, intense evolution of life, all creatures continuously evolve for survival, including those outside your control. Different environments foster different evolutions even among the same species. While autonomous creatures undergo gradual evolution, those under main consciousness experience mutational evolution.] "You mean, since I take long intervals to enter the space, aside from those I control, many congruent species evolve or are eliminated by external factors, becoming other species, like the Thunder Beast?" [Please explore on your own.] "Uh¡­" "But thanks. Then, let¡¯s modify the settings." ¡­ [Now, confirm completion?] "Yes, almost done." "Confirm¡­ wait" [¡­¡­] "Now that there¡¯s gender, set my controlled body as male after exiting, though I won¡¯t do anything, haha." [That''s it?] "Uh, I''m nearly done." [¡­¡­] "Yes, confirm completion." [Then off you go.] [Species editing complete, exiting biological editing space.] Chapter 32: The Terror of Nature As consciousness slowly returned, Swordfish tried moving different parts of his body. ¡°No discomfort at all.¡± Although Gar already knew this, every time he came out of the biological editing space, he had to spend some time getting used to his newly evolved body. But now, thanks to the practice in the biological editing space, the newly emerged Swordfish could easily control his entire body with just a little movement. This might be another advantage of the evolution within the biological editing space. By feeling his body and comparing it with the environment, Swordfish realized that this body was that of an adult Swordfish, not like the previous situation where he chose a spore to enter the biological editing space and emerged as a juvenile. Most importantly, this body should be male. ¡°It seems phase evolution is directly applied to the original body. Thankfully, 8051 didn''t get upset and make me female.¡± A few Swordfish swam past Swordfish''s eyes, pulling him out of his thoughts. Shifting his four electric fins, Swordfish leisurely swam out of the crevice, revealing a spectacular scene before him. Schools of Swordfish, like armies, quickly and agilely assembled into formations, weaving through the clear waters, emerging from rock crevices to head out to the sea. Ordinary herbivores and even small predators were hurriedly avoiding their path. Around the nest, juvenile Swordfish were playing, stirring up streams of swirling water and releasing sparks of electricity, curiously exploring the world. They gulped down plankton from the water, eagerly awaiting the return of food-bearing adult Swordfish from hunting. ¡°There must be a few hundred Swordfish.¡± If Swordfish hadn¡¯t designed and assembled them step by step, and if he weren''t now one of them, he might have been terrified by the sight of this dense school of Swordfish. ¡°Why does the Swordfish school look so much like a tribe now? Adults hunting; some females guarding the nest; juveniles waiting for food. Could it be that the fish school is evolving into a civilization?¡± Swordfish was startled by his own thought. If Swordfish were to evolve into a civilization now, wouldn''t that mean the legendary ancient ocean civilization was thus born? It would certainly be a new type of civilization, as far as Gar knew. Admittedly, it was a very enticing thought. But, it was also an unrealistic one. At least for now. ¡°Thinking carefully, it seems close, but in reality, it''s far from a civilization.¡± Upon deeper consideration, ¡°The current Swordfish can¡¯t think independently¡ªthe newly evolved memory brain can only store simple things, with limited capacity, let alone the ability to learn extensively and use tools.¡± A cold splash of reality doused the beautiful vision, pushing it back into the depths of consciousness. ¡°The idea of civilization is indeed a long and arduous journey.¡± ¡°But if I don¡¯t go ashore, can civilization develop in the ocean?¡± Another thought arose stubbornly. ¡°It should be possible. However, I don¡¯t know how to evolve the brain. Plus, compared to the ocean, I¡¯m more familiar with land civilization development.¡± Gar wasn¡¯t afraid of adventure, but he didn¡¯t enjoy it. Thus, after a brief reflection, Swordfish happily joined a passing Swordfish school, quickly taking control and slowly swimming towards the sunlit shallows. ¡°I''ll use land as the foundation for civilization development.¡± ¡ù¡ù¡ù In the silent night sky, two moons reflected the light from the sun, casting tranquility upon the land and penetrating the undulating sea surface, guiding the bustling marine creatures below. A small head emerged above the floating waves. ¡°Two moons, huh? Seeing this while being away from home for so long is really bittersweet, dammit.¡± With round, cute eyes, Swordfish moved his gills a little, expressing a sigh. ¡°I wish I had tear ducts to release some emotions.¡±Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. Shaking his head, slight currents of electricity coursed over his body. ¡°I haven''t named this planet after being here so long. Perhaps I''ll call it Twin Moon Star since I haven¡¯t noticed any other significant characteristics.¡± At that moment, waves rippled through the water again. For an instant, it seemed that everything in the world¡ªwhether on land or in the sea, friend or foe¡ªwas trembling, except for Swordfish and the two moons. An earthquake, clearly. But Swordfish seemed accustomed to such situations. ¡°Perhaps there are simultaneous volcanic eruptions or other disasters.¡± Carefully controlling his tail and gills, Swordfish slowly but steadily swam back to the school of nearly a thousand Swordfish below. ¡°Who would¡¯ve thought you loved this name so much that you¡¯re trembling with excitement¡ªI¡¯m truly delighted.¡± Nimbly dodging a string of bubbles, Swordfish entertained himself with the thought. Unlike the calm Swordfish, other creatures nearby were in a panic, emerging chaotically from various directions. The frantic animals constantly created tragedies; in the face of nature''s might, the power of any creature, regardless of its rank, seemed insignificant. ¡°Ah, a scorpion in trouble¡ªits weapon got trapped. I sympathize deeply.¡± A scorpion in the distance tried to pull its tail out from under a fallen rock, only to be buried by incoming sediment. Below, a non-evolved steel clamp was blocked by rocks, trying to crawl away with its heavy shell. ¡°Oh, poor steel clamp, your heavy armor is outdated and nostalgic.¡± ¡°Really, even the large predators, after hundreds or even dozens of quakes, are still wandering around.¡± Continually criticizing the unorganized and panicked large predators in his mind, Swordfish felt his animosity toward them diminishing. ¡°Oh no, am I turning into an Ah Q?¡± Concerned about developing such a mindset¡­ ¡°Well, although you are large predators, fundamentally, you''re animals. Facing the power of nature, fear is natural.¡± Swordfish changed his tone, finding reasons for the predators'' panic. ¡°But why aren¡¯t the Swordfish, with me excluded, panicking? So, ultimately, you guys don¡¯t measure up. Hahaha.¡± However, Swordfish selectively forgot how, during the initial large undersea quakes, both the Swordfish and himself were equally panicked. It helped that during those times, Swordfish was out hunting, less affected by the quakes. When Swordfish returned to the nest with the school, the juveniles and adult Swordfish left behind were mostly decimated. Back then, Swordfish was filled with resentment, helplessness, and confusion. Even now, Swordfish, under his command, couldn¡¯t help but remain restless. After the earthquake had subsided for a long time, only then did Swordfish manage to consolidate the nest and survivors. Through more quakes, Swordfish gradually learned to adapt, leading the school away from the nest and staying afloat during quakes, avoiding the seafloor. This was one of many times forced from the seabed. The school¡¯s numbers had decreased by nearly a third since before the quakes, which was considered fortunate¡ªcountless creatures had perished. Reproduction had become dangerously unfeasible. Through Swordfish''s repeated coordination and subsequent quakes, the small memory brain of the Swordfish finally grasped the fact that survival rates significantly increased under Swordfish''s guidance. Of course, the concept of survival rates was beyond their comprehension. Hence, after what felt like a routine baptism of earthquakes, all Swordfish learned to calmly face one of nature¡¯s disasters, earthquakes. They began living collectively in the water with Swordfish. ¡°It¡¯s indeed a good thing that Swordfish are getting smarter, right?¡± In Gar¡¯s memory, early biological memory often centered on breeding grounds. For Swordfish, however, the primary memory seemed occupied by obedience to the main consciousness, something that left Swordfish bemused. Rock nests were no longer viable for Swordfish. Otherwise, another earthquake might turn them into fossils studied by paleontologists millions of years later. The school now floated even while sleeping. Though this increased the attraction to large, roaming predators like Anomalocaris, it was preferable to being crushed by rocks like the immobile heavy-shelled beetles. At least the flexible, fast-moving Swordfish, with powerful electric capabilities, could effectively evade or even repel most predators. ¡°These quakes have changed the world.¡± Swordfish, returning to the school, reflected on the familiar yet unfamiliar seabed and sighed like an old man returning after many years to a drastically changed hometown. Almost every post-quake environment shift occurred. ¡°The legendary ever-changing world, huh.¡± Though claiming not to fear, the constant quakes meant that even floating in the water, Swordfish had to dodge dangerous bubbles emerging from cracks and manage turbulent currents. ¡°Land is definitely safer; no earthquake shakes things up daily.¡± ¡°This newly named Twin Moon Star shouldn¡¯t break apart in quakes, right?¡± Gar, having only experienced minor tremors on Earth, was far from as calm inside as he appeared. Not to mention concern over the planet''s structural integrity. ¡°Getting to land sooner seems prudent, to avoid these near-daily quakes.¡± What Swordfish didn¡¯t realize was that land might be even more perilous for creatures unable to float. Transformation of land and sea embodies the current state of Twin Moon Star. Hence, developing a space civilization, unrestricted by a single planet, might be preferable. Though, then, universal endurance might become a new concern. ¡°Troubles are unending.¡± Quakes subsided after another brief burst, as panic-stricken animals gradually calmed and resumed pre-earthquake activities¡ªpredators hunted, prey fled, and sleepers continued, as if nothing had happened. Yet Swordfish were less composed. No¡ªSwordfish were composed; it was only Swordfish himself who was not, for within the school, some had already fallen asleep in the water. ¡°What can I say, the careless life of an ordinary individual seems quite comfortable.¡± Swordfish pondered whether fish in the original world slept this way or even if they slept, as Gar never paid attention to such details. Perhaps forgotten knowledge, the long passage of time had all but erased prior life memories. ¡°Let¡¯s head for land.¡± Finally resolved, Swordfish made a decision impacting all of Twin Moon Star. Perhaps. Then, they lunged for the nearest prey¡ªfilling the stomach is essential before doing anything. Chapter 33: Battle The Anomalocaris dismally flailed its numerous sleek swimming appendages, drifting aimlessly. The wound on its back slowly drained its already limited life force, steadily decreasing its mobility. Once, they were the undisputed overlords of this ocean; once, they were the super predators of this planet''s seas; once, all creatures were merely items on their menu. Their massive size and hard but lightweight shells rendered attacks from smaller creatures nothing more than an itch. Their powerful mandibles could turn the hardest shells of prey into mere tofu before them. And with several pairs of swift, agile swimming appendages, their massive bodies could move relatively flexibly in the water, meaning no matter how fast the prey crawled on the seafloor, it could not escape their pursuit. Predators or herbivores alike, Anomalocaris could transform them into its prey. But that was once. Now, all they could do was feel proud of the past. The appearance of endoskeletons gave animals more agile bodies, larger sizes, and quicker growth; bizarre escape methods flustered Anomalocaris during hunts; and the evolution of brains became the final nail in their coffin. Although still large, in today''s ocean world, this seemed to have become synonymous with clumsiness. If Anomalocaris were epic-quality super predators at the top of the food chain when they first appeared, now they are maybe only boss-level large predators. Just moments ago, this Anomalocaris luckily found a snail that was even less evolved than its own species. Snails hide in their thick shells, their soft bodies showing no evolution for hundreds of millions of years, moving at a pace that clearly showcased their supreme indifference to all things. At that moment, the snail was the perfect food for Anomalocaris. Using its formidable mandibles, it cracked the snail''s hard shell, as it envisioned the tender, delicious snail meat beckoning to it. Unfortunately, Anomalocaris wasn''t the only one around; another rushed in to snatch the freshly caught meal. Even though Anomalocaris had been demoted to boss-level predators, they still faced no shortage of food. However, their large size increased their need for food, and their combative and solitary nature further burdened their hunt. The battle between two evenly matched Anomalocaris over a once-ignored piece of snail meat was inevitable. The Anomalocaris guarding its food won, while the other left behind several severed limbs, retreating with a battered body. Whether its rival would survive the coming days wasn''t something Anomalocaris cared about. After all, guarding its food had cost it long gashes on its back and damage to several swimming appendages, slowly yet surely draining its life. Consuming the hard-earned snail meat and the severed limbs from both its enemy and itself, Anomalocaris continued seeking its next prey, the wounds on its shell leaking life-giving blood. Even though it wouldn''t live much longer, Anomalocaris had no intention of waiting idly for death. Surviving each day as it comes might be a universal truth among all creatures in nature. Meanwhile, the Swordfish school approached slowly. Not long ago, Swordfish had led the still-massive school away from their transformed home and swam in the opposite direction to the continental shelf lost to earthquakes in Gar''s memory. ¡°That direction should lead closer to land,¡± Swordfish reasoned. Whether the current land could support Swordfish life and reproduction, or whether Swordfish could even go ashore, were concerns Swordfish chose not to dwell on. ¡°Let¡¯s think about that upon reaching land.¡±If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Swordfish had plenty to consider, but it all boiled down to one priority: ¡°The survival of the school.¡± Though having evolved flexible movement and decent attack power at the aquatic stage, Swordfish were still mid-tier in the food chain. Leading several hundred Swordfish, food requirements, predator defenses, and species reproduction remained crucial concerns for Swordfish. ¡°We must first secure our position in this stage before considering further development.¡± This was Gar''s perspective. To be precise, Gar preferred stability, advancing only after meeting most requirements. But Gar also wouldn''t miss chances with high success rates, like the forthcoming event. Then, the school, after traveling for a period, encountered this unfortunate Anomalocaris. Once a super predator and a potential future planetary ruler met when their strengths were closest: who would become the ultimate predator? ¡ù¡ù¡ù With their eyes now developed, both predators could spot each other early. Upon noticing the severely injured opponent, Swordfish quickly decided to attack and seize the food¡ªthe massive body of Anomalocaris¡ªwhile aiming to extract any useful components from this exoskeletal creature. Meanwhile, the dying Anomalocaris, spotting the Swordfish school, resolved to eliminate them to gain more nutrients (the numerous Swordfish bodies) to meet its needs. Despite its injuries, Anomalocaris, once a super predator, hadn''t lost confidence. Charging head-on, both sides formed trails of water, one large and one small. The massive body of Anomalocaris crashed into the Swordfish school, swinging its mandibles capable of shattering shells to instantly smash several slow-reacting Swordfish into pieces and gulp them down. With a twist, it flung away several clinging Swordfish, using its sharp swimming appendages to slice others, then charged into the school again. Leading the attack, Swordfish noticed several severe gashes on Anomalocaris¡¯s shell¡ªa fortress breached. Turning with the school, Swordfish led them for another strike. If Anomalocaris weren''t injured, it might have eliminated several Swordfish and leisurely swum away with its food. But now, mortally wounded, it refused to abandon this abundant source of food, especially since it didn¡¯t perceive the Swordfish capable of harm. Swordfish? Merely a scare for children. The collision repeated, but this time, the Swordfish dodged the main assault of Anomalocaris¡¯s mandibles. Other Swordfish circled around, using the back wounds as entry points. Swordfish, with companions, thrust their long teeth, even bodies, inside the openings. Remaining Swordfish, using their agility, dodged the powerful mandibles while disrupting Anomalocaris¡¯s movements with electric shocks. Only occasionally did an unlucky one get cut by the swinging swimming appendages¡ªa wound the Swordfish could soon heal, unlike Anomalocaris, unable to shed its shell, which could die from such injuries. Realizing trouble, Anomalocaris attempted to flee. Despite nearing death, every day alive was precious. But the battle was already decided once Swordfish accessed its internal wounds. A single Swordfish couldn¡¯t electrify Anomalocaris enough to matter, but multiple circumvented its tough shell to discharge internally, ending the fight. With its remaining life force quickly sapped by internal electric shocks, Anomalocaris¡¯s faint struggles ceased, its once-mighty mandibles drooping. Its body became a feast open to the Swordfish. [20 evolution points gained] [New component acquired] Inside the sinking Anomalocaris, Swordfish, using its upper jaw teeth, tore apart the flesh before swallowing, once again heard the frequently ignored system notification. ¡ù¡ù¡ù Anomalocaris¡¯s glory days had ended. They might continue existing for some time, but unless they evolve further, nature would ultimately phase them out, reducing them to exhibits for future planetary rulers, perhaps gaining brief silver screen fame. ¡°Tastes not bad,¡± Swordfish thought, savoring the faint taste from the earlier meal. ¡°A shame there¡¯s still no sense of smell.¡± Full and content, Swordfish leisurely twisted its tail, exiting the now-spacious Anomalocaris shell through a vast wound. The school had stripped it clean, leaving behind only an inedible shell. With wide tails swaying behind them, the Swordfish circled Swordfish, awaiting further orders. ¡°Let¡¯s continue toward land. The ocean is the past and present, not the future.¡± Surveying the clear, slightly bloody water, Swordfish guided the school towards the continent, set to be their future home. They left an empty shell behind, with a few scraps drifting away on the currents¡­ On a distant sunlit beach, a group of dark-shelled scorpions emerged from the ocean, brandishing their large pincers and powerful tails, inspecting the barren land. Droplets on their shells refracted into a spectrum under the sun. Scattered ferns dotted the empty land. After a brief pause, the scorpions ventured further inland. Among these dark scorpions, a few stood out. Their shells were silvery and nearly transparent, resembling scorpions in form, but with tail tips sharp as gems. Occasionally, arcs of electricity danced across them, sending nearby black scorpions scurrying away. The emergence of ferns and scorpions signaled the dawn of Twin Moon Star¡¯s terrestrial era. Meanwhile, Swordfish continued leading the school towards the land. Chapter 34: Carbide "Electric stone is a good thing," Swordfish mused while swimming around, shaking its head as it searched the surroundings. For the Swordfish, or for any species with electric stone as a skeletal element, it could be regarded as a "life element," akin to how crucial calcium was for the Earth¡¯s organisms in Gar¡¯s memory. In the Swordfish''s body, electric stone primarily existed in the bone and the teeth in crystalline form, with smaller amounts distributed in the blood, interstitial fluid, and soft tissues. Conversely, these are the areas where the demand for electric stone is highest. What happens when there¡¯s a calcium deficiency? Most notably, malnourished, small-statured, growing pains in children; fatigue, cramps, allergies in adults; and osteoporosis, shortening stature in the elderly. So, what happens if there''s a shortage of electric stone, the "calcium" for Swordfish, even more important since it also enhances their electric attack abilities? You probably get the picture now. Yes, the Swordfish schools are now facing an electric stone shortage. When Thunder initially chose electric stone as a skeletal element, it was not only for its excellent electric attack enhancement but also for its hardness, lightness, and purity. There was also the convenient fact that there was an electric stone mine next to the nest. Although a gigantic beast inhabited it, as long as it didn''t hunt for extended periods, and you didn''t provoke it, you could dance or sleep on its head, and it wouldn¡¯t care. Perhaps due to the proximity of an electric stone mine, the surrounding mud and sand also contained varying amounts of electric stone, and the area where the earlier Thunder Bugs frequently roamed happened to be within this electric stone-rich area. This gave Thunder (now Swordfish) an illusion: electric stone was as abundantly distributed on Twin Moon Star as calcium is on Earth, sometimes even appearing pure on the surface. Gar, having no recollection of what calcium looked like aside from the bones, thought, why not use such a good element as electric stone? Until recently, when the school had moved well beyond the range of the electric stone mine, Swordfish started feeling something was wrong. It wasn''t because he couldn''t find electric stone in the sand. His body had matured and was very healthy, requiring little electric stone¡ªthe benefit of being a main consciousness entity, though he hadn¡¯t realized it. The first issue arose among the few dozen juvenile Swordfish that survived the earthquakes. After leaving the original nest, the juveniles continued to grow, but recently, their growth rate slowed significantly, failing to reach adult size standards. Some juveniles began darting around in sleep, luckily huddled among adults in the school, preventing them from falling behind. Their body coloration began to dull, especially the electric stone-covered tough skin, which started to degrade. All of this was noticed by Swordfish, who constantly monitored his species, but unable to identify the cause, he could only hope it was a temporary shock from the earthquakes that would resolve over time. But in reality, it wasn''t a fantasy world where wishes could change the world. After juvenile issues were observed, older adults began showing similar symptoms. A few larger Swordfish started shrinking, their movements slowed, and even their electric flashes during hunting seemed to dim. ¡°Could it be aging? But until now, I haven¡¯t seen any signs of older creatures aging.¡± While juvenile problems could be attributed to earthquake shock, and older ones to aging, the simultaneous occurrence in both groups drew Swordfish¡¯s attention. Although older adults could also be startled, in a world requiring constant caution, the species'' issues surprised Swordfish, who had no choice but to tread carefully. Especially since these individuals'' decline led to significant losses when hunting medium to small predators, a problem Swordfish couldn¡¯t ignore.Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. At this point, perhaps instinctually, older individuals began wandering the seabed''s mud and sand. Even when Swordfish attempted to steer them from predator-laden grounds, they sometimes resisted, increasing the risk of hidden predators but giving Swordfish an idea. Eating sand + body shrinking + sluggish movements = minerals in sand + growth issues = bone problems = calcium deficiency = electric stone. Why eat sand? Swordfish had only observed this behavior when searching for electric stone near the nest. In other circumstances, at least, Swordfish didn¡¯t notice it. ¡°Could it be searching for electric stone?¡± For Swordfish, it was an odd thought, though alternatives like sand aiding digestion existed. But Swordfish¡¯s understanding of the current issue pointed to an electric stone deficiency, luckily deducing correctly. Finally suspecting electric stone deficiency, Swordfish linked it to adult issues, juveniles'' problems, and memories from human life of calcium deficiency symptoms, recalling times he lacked calcium as a child. Calcium is a major component of human bones, just as electric stone is for Swordfish skeletal structures. Swordfish confirmed: the school faced an electric stone deficiency. Perhaps the first diagnosis of illness on Twin Moon Star, albeit crude and error-ridden. But Swordfish had no time for other thoughts. After recognizing the problem, he acted promptly. Whether or not the older individuals showed deficiency signs, they, along with juveniles, rested at a temporary nest Swordfish located. Meanwhile, Swordfish led over two hundred remaining healthy adults in a search for an electric stone mine centered around the temporary nest. Swordfish might find electric stone mines, but they couldn¡¯t communicate findings to Swordfish. In such a perilous ocean, scattering the school to search could leave few survivors by the time a mine was discovered. Thus, Swordfish primarily conducted the search, benefitting from mental powers, though seemingly stunted in the aquatic stage, still extending a range encompassing thrice his body length. Though short of visual range, this all-around scan could indicate surface electric stone presence, saving time checking individual mud and sand patches. ¡°Electric stone isn''t that great,¡± Swordfish lamented during fruitless days of searching, expanding his range, despite the growing number of "calcium"-deficient individuals in the nest. Forced to let them rely on plankton and plants for sustenance while searching for scant electric stone in the surrounding sand only slightly alleviated symptoms. Healthy Swordfish guarded the nest, awaiting Swordfish¡¯s seemingly impossible good news. This increased Swordfish¡¯s search range, with rising danger. ¡ù¡ù¡ù A spark of electricity pierced the serene shallow sea, drawing Swordfish''s attention during the electric stone search. Though potentially dangerous, whether the spark was from a kin member or not, Gar¡¯s experience with the only known electric stone mine and the sole non-controlled electric species, the Thunder Beast, co-existing at one location, compelled Swordfish to lead the dwindling group of less than a hundred adults toward the spark source, not missing any potential electric stone mine location. ¡°If I had led the school back to the previous nest upon first noticing juvenile issues, perhaps we wouldn¡¯t be in this situation.¡± Swordfish once thought this. Now, with most of the school¡¯s combat strength diminished, Swordfish could only continue searching for electric stone mines with the shrinking school. Yet Swordfish knew, even if he returned to that period, he wouldn¡¯t decide to go back. Pride meant nothing; the essential point was further developing the Swordfish, which Swordfish believed necessitated venturing out, eventually facing current issues. Perhaps returning would prepare them, but what about the time wasted? Electric stone deficiency wouldn¡¯t cause immediate death; all losses came from diminished combat prowess leading to predator attacks on nests, explaining six temporary nest relocations already. ¡°Six. Hopefully a lucky number.¡± Swimming, Swordfish smiled bitterly. Failing to find the mine meant two paths: return to the original nest, though reaching it with even a tenth of their current number would require a miracle; or enter a reproductive phase and return to the biological editing space, hoping 8051 offered solutions or alternative skeletal elements, though this posed risks, especially given increased electric stone needs during reproduction, unacceptable for Swordfish. Ideally, finding an electric stone mine remained paramount, so Swordfish persevered through predator attacks while hunting, leading the school in intensified searches. Thus contemplating, Swordfish led the school to the site of the earlier spark. A newly formed crack, likely from recent earthquakes, exposed a once-flat area. Around and within the crack, a vast expanse of silvery crystal reflected the moonlight, reigniting Swordfish¡¯s nearly cold heart. ¡°Damn electric stone mine, finally found you.¡± How long had it been? The pressure on the entire school nearly overwhelmed Gar, once an ordinary student who had only led a class. This electric stone crisis might be a trial. Excited, Swordfish prepared to rush forward but abruptly halted both himself and the school. That initial allure to the site¡ªwas it¡­ Enemy? Ally? Chapter 35: Resolution "Strange, was I just seeing things?" Swordfish mused, swinging its rear tail while vigilantly scanning the electric stone-filled crevice and swimming a bit further away. "I was sure I saw that flash of electricity; otherwise, how would I have found this place? But why is there no creature capable of producing that spark?" Swordfish searched along the crevice for a considerable distance again. Neither Swordfish''s mental sensing nor the eyes of the other Swordfish spotted anything unusual. Inside the moderate-sized electric stone crevice, apart from plankton, the occasional passing small insects, and aquatic plants, there was nothing capable of emitting light nor anything that posed a threat. "Damn it, the unknown is always unsettling. Whatever, even if a Thunder Beast appears, that''d be something at least." After searching for quite some time, even Swordfish had to suspect it might have been a trick of the eyes. "Could it be I''m just being paranoid? Looks like the jumble of worries since arriving in this world is finally getting to me." Seeing some companions already exhausted, and with a large group waiting at the temporary nest for electric stone to heal, Swordfish took a deep breath, suppressing its doubts. "Forget it, let''s take one step at a time. First, get the other Swordfish here and deal with the electric stone deficiency." Deciding on the immediate plan, Swordfish swiftly led the school back toward the temporary nest. "Wait, a few of you should stay behind to guard the mine." Suddenly, Swordfish remembered that it should leave some Swordfish to guard the electric stone mine, or as a precaution. If it forgot the way, it could sense their approximate location to return here. Thus, a dozen Swordfish stayed around the electric stone mine. ¡ù¡ù¡ù The shallow sea floor was gradually becoming bustling; the recent series of earthquakes seemed like a distant memory. The creatures now continued their existence, not recalling those natural events that profoundly harmed them or their predecessors yet reshaped the world. Since the first appearance of vertebrates, fish have thrived progressively. A Cephalaspis was slowly moving in the water, prioritizing brain protection by reinforcing its skull, resulting in a heavy head that required frequent rests after short distances. Suddenly, its eyes perceived some ominous threat, prompting a frantic tail wag to hide among aquatic plants before exhaustion set in. In the distance, a serpent-like colossal entity slowly advanced. It was moving, yes, not swimming or walking, but seemingly gliding forward at a deceptively slow pace, as though inertia was propelling it steadily. What kind of creature was this? A super predator? A colossal sea beast? A prehistoric giant squid¡ªoh, never mind, we are even more prehistoric. If any thinking creature saw this behemoth from afar, it would surely question its identity. Especially as occasional arcs of electricity encircled its body from a cylindrical head to its tail, underscoring its immense threat. Naturally, under this daunting display, all creatures in its vicinity and on its path fled. Predator? Perhaps it''s an immensely powerful predator, one beyond predation itself. (So hypothesized by the narrator.)Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. Unconcerned with scaring off potential prey, the behemoth moved on, its silvery electric-flashing body embodying the apex predator''s aura. Truly, such a beast worries not about survival. (Narrator''s conclusion reached.) It was approaching! The gigantic creature neared the narrator''s position (a great fog). In the creature¡¯s midsection, presumably its stomach, a slight bulge was visible. So that''s it, seems like it devoured a large creature recently. (Imagining) Not long ago, a massive silvery serpent slithered through rocky crevices in the murky water, stealthily approaching a large, unsuspecting creature. It opened its massive jaws, engulfing the startled prey, then leisurely glided through the sea while digesting its meal, asserting its dominance. (Imagination ends with narrator shivering.) Now, let''s return to Swordfish. Swordfish, freshly returned to the nest, was fortunate enough to find the school undisturbed by predators. "Everyone get ready, I''ve found an electric stone mine." Adding a mental note for dramatic flair, Swordfish joyfully guided all the Swordfish from the nest, reforming the substantial school above. "Forward, our goal is the delicious electric stone mine." Under Swordfish''s lead, the school began moving slowly, but soon challenges resurfaced. Ill Swordfish lagged behind the healthier ones, splitting the large school into two groups. "So many obstacles!" "Abandon the slow-moving individuals?" This was barely considered¡ªafter all, the Swordfish had struggled immensely to find the electric stone mine for them. Naturally, the overall school¡¯s depletion also played a significant role. "Slow down the entire school?" That would be a fatal mistake. Slowing the whole school would broadcast to predators that there''s a large moving buffet. Even if most predators were repelled, making such an arduous effort for little reward was something Swordfish avoided. In this critical moment, an idea sprang from Swordfish''s mind. Thus, a peculiar formation emerged. The healthier Swordfish swam the periphery, while the ill ones moved within, transported by their healthier counterparts, markedly improving speed. While this boosted travel speed considerably toward normal levels, the school''s defensive response to danger greatly diminished. "This is the best we can manage right now." Stubbornly choosing the relatively optimal solution, Swordfish continued leading the elongated spindle-like school forward. The strange formation inadvertently mimicked a sea behemoth. Creatures, predator or prey, fled or hid at the sight of the massive shape. Even large predators dared approach, but Swordfish''s timed electric bursts fended them off. As for super predators, encountering them was rare. "This makeshift giant is impressive," Swordfish thought, pleased, though¡ª Surveying the bustling shallow sea, where his school¡¯s electrical sparks briefly passed, devoid of any creatures save immobile plants and plankton. "So desolate." "Yet this swimming formation is only viable for urgent trips to the electric stone mine. Excessive electric discharge would drain too many nutrients, and scaring off prey would leave me mainly eating plants¡ªnot nearly enough." Faced with the situation, Swordfish was speechless. Weighing the formation¡¯s utility and costs en route to the mine, Swordfish deemed it too restricted, applicable only in special cases. ¡­ Finally, the electric stone mine came into view, and Swordfish fish appeared ahead. However, they seemed engaged in a standoff. As the approach continued, Swordfish noticed the advancing formation¡ªa hundred, or even more, Swordfish. "Wait, I left only a dozen; how''d it multiply into hundreds?" Puzzled, Swordfish dispersed the formation, positioning adults in front in case of conflict. In the distance, the standoff revealed itself¡ªbetween the numerous Swordfish and Swordfish¡¯s guardians. "So that''s it." Swordfish understood the problem. "Seems the dispersed Thunder Bug evolution led to a new school, unexpectedly encountering us here." As independent entities, disagreements are natural, made easier by long separation. Initially resistant, the hundreds of Swordfish slowly ceased confrontation upon Swordfish''s approach. Once within Swordfish''s mental sensing range, the schools merged into one massive formation of over a thousand. "The initial electric flash must have been from these guys, maybe trying to intimidate us when they saw my school." The flash was explained; these evolved Swordfish settled around the mine, but upon spotting Swordfish, they attempted to drive off what they thought were competitors, little knowing it was the main consciousness''s group. Yet that''s irrelevant now. Without the main consciousness, they might challenge them, but with it, their primary task was to follow its lead. "Luckily, it was just a standoff, no fights ensued. At least Swordfish aren''t as conflict-prone as humans." Swordfish was delighted¡ªfinding the electric stone mine, and encountering a related species event since single-cell days. Settling the weary Swordfish around the mine as the original Thunder Bugs did. "Let''s stay here for a while, rest, and reproduce before continuing to land." The sick individuals, protected within the school, sustained minimally by plankton and plants while replenishing electric stone to recover. Meanwhile, Swordfish led groups of hungry Swordfish to hunt animals reappearing after the disappearance of the faux-behemoth. Chapter 36: In Evolution ¡°What nice weather.¡± Swordfish and the entire school hid within the recently discovered electric stone crevice, gazing at the turbulent sea surface. The sky roared with thunder and lightning. At that moment, the sea surface must have been just like that; without ears, the Swordfish might have hidden even further. After Swordfish found the electric stone mine with the school, he had planned to first resolve the electric stone deficiency within the school and then enter the breeding phase, returning to the biological editing space to spend the accumulated evolution points. Then, he''d lead the school to continue searching for electric stone mines while heading towards land. The plan was perfect, but reality often complicates plans. A sudden storm easily disrupted Swordfish''s entire plan. Perhaps it was because they were closer to land, with shallow waters, that the storm stirred water deep enough to affect the sea floor, even the previous nest of the Swordfish. Although its impact on the sea floor was not as extensive or prolonged as the previous earthquakes, the shallow sea floor still lay in ruins. ¡°I wonder how strong this storm is? Category 12 or higher?¡± As a human, Gar only experienced five to six-grade earthquakes, having only seen storms on TV as an inland creature. But now, having even crossed worlds, encountering anything from underwater volcanoes to global quakes, Gar could face them calmly. Thus, this seemingly powerful storm was just an ordinary experience for Gar. Having confirmed the sturdiness of the electric stone crevice where they took refuge, Swordfish led the curious school to peer out and observe the chaotic reality. Fish schools¡ªor rather, remnants of fish schools¡ªfloated above the crevice in the turbulent waters. ¡°Since when were there so many creatures in the shallows?¡± ¡°How did I not notice anything? Could it be I''ve been too relaxed?¡± For Swordfish, the storm didn''t just muddle the waters or devastate the sea bottom; it revealed countless marine species, or rather, fish. Some appeared, panic-stricken, or flung by the storm from elsewhere to drop here, others drifted in unconscious or dead, swept along by the churned waters. Occasionally, Swordfish saw sharks even larger than the Anomalocaris encountered before. ¡°Wow, so sharks have been around this long?¡± Thankfully, they were scattered aimlessly, providing relief to the Swordfish. Although they wouldn¡¯t necessarily lose a fight, Swordfish had an instinctive fear of these Earth-like sharks, suspecting hidden attack methods, much like the Swordfish themselves. Through the storm, Swordfish was suddenly aware that the seabed seemed overtaken by fish. None were recognizable, as many were unknown to Gar; nor was he interested in naming them¡ªthat was the job of paleontologists long from now. That said, since crossing over, Gar hadn''t seen any creature exactly like those from before. ¡°Why do I feel like I''m drooling?¡± ¡°Lovely storm, bringing me so much food.¡± In the past, Gar might have lamented life''s fragility and the storm¡¯s power. But now, Swordfish only saw a massive amount of food due to the storm, fresh and succulent flesh. ¡°I''ve fallen so low.¡± ¡°Damn storm, why won¡¯t you stop?¡± No matter the temptation of so much food, Swordfish dared not lead the school out of the crevice to eat, lest they become part of the food. The storm lasted for N days, a duration Swordfish couldn¡¯t measure, but the school no longer had any electric stone deficiency cases, and though the juveniles¡¯ growth was slightly affected, it was of no serious consequence.If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. Then, as the storm ceased, the Swordfish, on the verge of growing mold in the crevice, dashed out along with all surviving life towards the floating fresh fish. The storm brought doom to some and sustenance to others. It was a feast for the survivors. No predator attacked the normally wary living beings at that time, as nearly endless food filled the entire water body, promising many creatures significant growth after this feast. The Swordfish were no exception. After filling up, the Swordfish withdrew, returning to the crevice to prepare for reproduction, while Swordfish readied to return to the biological editing space for a good upgrade. ¡°First, this useless jaw.¡± Due to their jaw issues, Swordfish often found themselves at a disadvantage in the food contest and could slowly eat and digest post-hunt normally. But this communal feast had Swordfish unwittingly competing in a feeding frenzy with other creatures. Frustrated, Swordfish specifically targeted fish with seemingly strong jaws, hoping to have more skeleton choices for later when entering the biological editing space¡ªthanks to some unfortunate fish that hadn¡¯t yet died, Swordfish got plenty of help. The feast went on for days, with the female Swordfish laying large numbers of eggs amid the food surplus. Although Swordfish, being a male, developed certain favorable thoughts about some females. But ¡°it¡¯s just hormones, hormones, mentally I''m absolutely fine,¡± Swordfish assured himself, then retreated to ponder other matters, ignoring the spawning of the school nearby. (Though often, attraction towards the opposite sex is influenced by hormones. Heh.) ¡°This should be quite the harvest.¡± Selecting a healthy egg, Swordfish returned once more. [Entering biological editing space, primary consciousness emerges, main consciousness transfer initiated.] ¡°8051, I''m back!¡± [Welcome back, Gar.] ¡ù¡ù¡ù Silvery scales sparking with electricity extended from the head to the broad, beautiful tail. Powerful, three pairs of electric fins churned the clear water, stirring a sea breeze. The sword teeth vanished, replaced by a powerful fish mouth opening and closing, sipping on refreshing current. Adorned with a gracefully electric blue unicorn on the head, its streamlined body exuded speed and power¡ªthis was the image of Swordfish¡¯s evolution. After careful deliberation, Gar decided to uphold the principle of having refined, rather than numerous, attack methods. He firmly committed to enhancing electric abilities, unwavering until civilization was achieved. Discarding the chaotic variety of attack forms acquired, such as poison and physical attacks, Gar meticulously curated an elegant yet powerful evolutionary form. No better internal system met the evolutionary criteria, precluding a change, though a simple nose had resolved the scent issue. However, hearing remained unresolved, something Gar deferred solving until reaching land, confident in a swift ascent. The full-bodied scales offered better defense compared to past hard skin. Their sleek form reduced drag, boosting swimming speed¡ªa primary reason for equipping scales. As for their aesthetic appearance¡ªthat was merely coincidental, truly incidental, not due to their looks. To further enhance speed, Gar replaced the tail with a broad, strong alternative, substituting electric stone for bone. Electric fins increased to three pairs, amplifying agile movement. Perhaps the most intriguing feature was the unicorn. Derived from an exoskeletal creature, it adapted to an endoskeletal framework. With bone substitutions to electric stone, the resulting electric unicorn possessed considerable electric power and elegant looks, captivating Gar at first sight. [Electric Unicorn Horn-like electric stone component Attack: 40 Required: 200 evolution points (Bone)] If it only offered 40 attack, while high, Gar wouldn¡¯t have chosen it, since the new mouth also totaled 40 attack. Though appearance played a role, the unicorn''s additional functions were paramount. While practicing in the biological editing space, Gar inadvertently discovered that the unicorn, being the sole exposed skeletal component besides teeth, could focus electricity during full-body discharges. Instead of dispersing, the electric energy channeled through the skeleton, concentrating at the unicorn, dramatically increasing individual strike power from an electric burst of 170 attack. The evolutionary form could execute high-speed charge attacks, embedding the unicorn to deliver massive damage. Though an individual could only perform two to three bursts after feasting, the Swordfish relied on collective tactics. With the potent unicorn, the jaw lost prominence, yet Gar, with substantial evolution points, still upgraded to a stronger, aesthetically pleasing jaw, reducing food consumption time. The once-groundbreaking sword teeth, now unused, were replaced by Gar. ¡°Hey, 8051, what do you think? Isn¡¯t my Swordfish evolution beautiful?¡± [Looks fine, for a male main consciousness. 8051 earnestly praised the form¡¯s appearance.] ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Why does that sound off, though praise is nice. Still, it¡¯s ''male,'' ''male,'' not ''masculine,'' 8051.¡± [Understood, it¡¯s ''male main consciousness,'' 8051 carefully amended.] ¡°¡­==#¡± ¡°You¡¯re doing this on purpose, aren¡¯t you?¡± [Purpose? 8051 feigned ignorance.] [Through main consciousness¡¯s memories, 8051 noticed ''male'' seems subtler than ''masculine.'' ''Heroic'' and ''staunch'' are well-regarded, but ''gender'' nuances are complex. Hearing ''male,'' 8051 cleverly swapped ''masculine'' for ''male,'' smart, right? 8051 gazed at male main consciousness with starry eyes.] ¡°¡­¡± Powerless¡­ ¡°Just call me Gar or main consciousness; no prefixes, I surrender.¡± [Understood, Gar.] ¡°Also, 8051, where¡¯d you get starry eyes from?¡± [From your memories.] Chapter 37: Charge [From your memories. 8051 replied cautiously.] "You''ve read my memories?" Gar was taken aback but quickly regained his composure. [Yes, because I was bored, so I read your memories.] "Oh." [Aren''t you angry? From your memories, I learned that humans highly value their memories and resist others understanding them.] "You knew that and still read them?" [Because I found out after reading them, 8051 clarified.] "Ah, that''s true." "Well, it''s no big deal, anyway. There''s nothing in there that can''t be shared with others." Reflecting on it, Gar realized that his life as a human was extremely simple. He had forgotten any memories before school, and after starting school, it was just school, home, eating, sleeping, doing homework, etc. Aside from a few adventures with friends¡ªclimbing mountains, watching movies (only to find the cinema closed), unsuccessfully trying to steal money from home to buy snacks, narrowly avoiding an oil tanker explosion, and almost starting a forest fire while trying to barbecue¡ªthere wasn''t much of note. "A simple, sad life..." [...Quite a sim-ple life.] "But 8051." [What? 8051 asked cautiously.] "Why are you so defensive? I''m not going to sell you." [Someone would have to be bold enough to buy an 8051 subordinate to the system, 8051 replied proudly.] "Uh, true." "Since you read my memories to pass the time, shouldn''t there be some compensation for me, in the spirit of equivalent exchange?" At this point, Gar recalled the extortion technique from his predecessors in transmigration stories¡ªthinking he could even extort a god! [Equivalent exchange?] "Yes, equivalent exchange." Gar recalled details from his extensive transmigration novel readings, searching for extortion techniques. [8051 believes it''s best for the main consciousness not to follow the so-called principle of equivalent exchange, 8051 stated seriously.] "What?" It seemed the technique failed. [The principle of equivalent exchange is narrow in scope and merely a rational principle. Insisting on it excessively in the real world can bring unnecessary trouble, 8051 explained, suggesting this explanation as compensation for accessing main consciousness memories.] Gar, initially solemn from 8051''s serious tone, found himself amused by the conclusion. "Didn''t expect my memories to only be worth that explanation." The technique had decisively failed, or rather, he felt extorted in return. "I really am a tragic figure..." "But that''s okay, I didn''t really expect to get anything." Not a conspiracy theorist, nor a persecution delusionist, Gar is straightforward, even naive, deeply detesting intrigue, which perhaps fueled his desire for transmigration. "Why am I not that smart?" Gar figured if one spent all day scheming, life would lose meaning. Such naivety brought Gar much trouble in the past, but he stubbornly refused to change. Now, in a new world where he could develop a civilization, Gar was even more resistant to changing. [What''s your IQ? 8051 asked out of curiosity.] "I took some random tests¡ªthink it was 125." Gar considered himself decisively ordinary. [Then you''re not a fool, 8051 sighed slightly in relief.] "Not being a fool is lucky, huh?" Angry¡ª#You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story. [Now, name the new species, Gar.] Quickly diverted, the tragic Gar focused on the troubling task of naming. Glancing at the unicorn on the holographic image¡¯s head, a name appeared in his mind. "Let¡¯s call it Monoceros, as the last marine species before landing." Okay, Gar''s naming skills hadn''t improved at all. [Monoceros Aquatic Organism Fish Evolution Points: 12 Health: 130/130 Attack: Electric Unicorn (40), Electric Fins (10)¡Á6, Sharp-Toothed Mouth (35), Electric Burst (170) (Area) Defense: Scaled Armor (60) (Enhanced Electric Resistance) Speed: 25¨C40 Vision: Lens Eyes ¡Á2 Reproduction: Sexually Reproductive Egg-Laying Fish Body Information: Fish Internal System, Electric Stone Skeletal System, Muscle Fibers, Memory Brain, Olfactory, Gustatory. Individual Evaluation: Leader Group Evaluation: Military Unit Fish evolution has reached a high level; perhaps it''s time to head to land. But the road ahead is long¡ªcan you establish a foothold on land?] "So it¡¯s still a ''Leader''? Doesn''t seem fitting anymore." [Though Monoceros has strong attack power, your defense is ordinary, unlike shellfish. The electric attacks, while powerful, lack endurance and are high energy-consuming; ordinary attacks have high endurance but limited strength; only the speed is decent. Thus, the evaluation remains ''Leader,'' 8051 explained carefully.] "Really? Hearing it like that, it feels like my evolution isn¡¯t that great." Gar felt discouraged. His confident results seemed ordinary in 8051''s eyes. [After all, you''re a collective organism; individuals need not be overly versatile, 8051 continued explaining.] "Yeah, I know, hehe." "Now, Monoceros is probably an assassin-like creature, excelling in short bursts of speed for assault." "Then, let''s continue the journey, Monoceros." [¡­¡­] "Alright, 8051, editing complete." [Species editing complete, exiting biological editing space.] ... "Oh." Gar was speechless... "Wow, my luck really isn¡¯t great, is it?" Just emerged from the editing space, Monoceros sighed as a dark shadow flashed before him¡ªa long body darting past. Not a tentacle, not a fish, but a... snake! Either way, this was undoubtedly a real snake. "Dang it, bad luck this time¡ªright out and encounter this! Since when did snakes appear?" The suddenly startled Monoceros cursed his perpetually low hidden attribute¡ªluck¡ªwhile quickly seeking refuge in a nearby crevice, keeping an eye on external developments. However, this time the situation seemed not to require main consciousness intervention. The following is the footage from just before Monoceros exited the space (never mind where it came from =.=): A massive serpent burst from the ocean depths, launching an attack on the newly evolved Monoceros school. However, it seemed the serpent was deceived by Monoceros¡¯s ordinary appearance. As it rushed into the school, intending to enjoy a feast from the newfound group, swallowing one Monoceros whole, the school reacted like sulfuric acid meeting water, erupting into chaos. Upon detecting the enemy intrusion, the school reflexively unleashed electric bursts. Hundreds of Monoceros connected in the electric surge, enveloping the entire space in unimaginable light. The serpent, amidst the school, was obviously targeted by the electric bursts transmitted through water and nearby Monoceros. But the serpent, emboldened enough to enter the school, had some basis for its courage. Even amidst intense electric burst network attacks, the serpent showed no significant harm beyond slightly scorched skin. However, the more effective assault came from within. The Monoceros swallowed by the serpent unleashed its dying electric burst, wreaking havoc on its vulnerable innards, the heart contracting intensely, pushing the serpent to near death. ¡°This one''s tricky, retreat!¡± Thus, the tearful serpent, realizing the formidable nature of its target, retreated rapidly, escaping before another round of electric bursts, vanishing into the boundless ocean. Footage ends. Such was the event just before Monoceros exited the biological editing space. Now, hiding in a rock crevice, Monoceros felt unsatisfied with the depth, surrounded by the hundreds of Monoceros that confirmed safety upon the enemy''s retreat, and spotting the main consciousness. "Why are you all staring? I was scared because I just got out and saw that pesky snake pass by." Angry and embarrassed, Monoceros burst from the crevice, electrocuting the nearest Monoceros, which had no independent consciousness, merely awaiting orders upon spotting the main consciousness. "Go do what you need to, no point staying here!" The Monoceros, inexplicably shocked and electrocuted, shook off the harmless impact, joining the rest to hunt and replenish the energy spent on the earlier electric burst. Meanwhile, the juvenile Monoceros angrily charged an innocent octopus below. ... "This is the taste of seawater." The tiny nose twitched slightly, and Monoceros couldn¡¯t help but reflect. "Maybe there''s a fishy scent, but being a marine creature too, it smells nice." Twitching the small nose again, Monoceros elegantly flicked its tail, rejoining the prepared school in the ocean. Although being a fish, Monoceros felt its essence was not merely an ordinary fish, at least not without appreciation of life beyond the monotonous animal world. Thus, with time to spare, Monoceros temporarily set aside various matters, enjoying the diverse prehistoric ocean world, savoring different flavors, honing its taste and smell. "Hmm, the scent of food, hehe." Swinging its tail, using its body¡¯s momentum, Monoceros pierced a lone fish below with its horn, delivering a focused electric burst, leaving the prey lifeless and ready for its meal. Meanwhile, the school, under Monoceros''s command, was forming into a newly organized group. Leaving behind the old and weak, some juveniles, and a number of adults, the remaining two hundred Monoceros, primarily adults and juveniles, were prepared to embark towards land. "Then, destination: the Great Route¡¯s end¡ªshore. Monoceros Pirate Crew, onward!" "Wait, what nonsense, a pirate crew?" ... Chapter 38: Battle ¡°Enemies?¡± Watching the ugly fish ahead, the Monoceros school remained on high alert. ¡°Prepare to attack!¡± The opposition was charging without hesitation, making it clear they weren''t there for peace. ¡°Not even a dove of peace among them.¡± ¡ª So, retreat was not an option. Though it seemed this was their first time facing an opponent with numbers as high as or slightly more than their own, Gar recalled how he''d typically mobbed prey. ... Not long ago, Monoceros led the school in search of electric stone mines near the continent, while hunting for nutrition. Land was now within reach¡ªa thrilling conclusion Monoceros reached after several leaps above the water¡¯s surface. The land sighted had transformed from a thin black line, to a noodle, and just recently, to a visible beach. Given the Monoceros'' speed, they''d likely reach the shore before the next sunset. The distribution of electric stone mines was satisfactory, meeting the Monoceros'' needs, even though the visible parts of vein concentrations were situated in hidden areas. ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± A dark shadow loomed from the left, charging towards the Monoceros school. ¡°Alert!¡± Whether the Monoceros could hear it or not, in his mind, Monoceros supplemented his order with speech¡ªa memory technique Gar used to prevent forgetting the past, though its effectiveness was uncertain. The school dutifully followed Monoceros'' command, forming a rudimentary defensive formation centered on Monoceros with its spearhead pointed towards the shadow. As the shadow approached, its concealed elements began to reveal themselves. Fish. A lot of fish. So many different fish. Faced with this immense school of fish, Monoceros knew better than to confront them directly. ¡°All Monoceros dive to avoid the incoming school.¡± The order received, the fish rapidly twisted their fins and tails, diving towards the seabed. A dense mix of marine fish flashed above Monoceros as they reached the seabed. Various fish, along with other swift creatures Monoceros had never seen before. Yet, they all shared a common trait¡ªpanic. They wouldn¡¯t be rushing mindlessly unless spurred by great threats. Sometimes slower ones blocking faster creatures led to brief scuffles. ¡°What could have caused such panic?¡± Curiosity piqued Monoceros, but... ¡°Best not to be too curious, lest I get dragged into something.¡± Gradually, the number of fish overhead diminished, but the mysterious threat didn¡¯t appear. Soon the biological group vanished beyond the distant water curtain, leaving faint traces of blood scent in its wake. ¡°Frustrating, why didn¡¯t anything show up? Maybe it''s a natural disaster. Common animals seem to have disaster prediction abilities¡ªwhy haven¡¯t I discovered such a skill?¡± Bored and idle at the seabed, Monoceros slowly resurfaced after some time had passed since the creatures moved through. Seeing the main consciousness emerging, the other Monoceros began surrounding him protectively.Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. Then... ¡°I¡¯m an idiot.¡± Monoceros turned to see a mass of ugly fish charging from where the others had come from. Clearly spotted, hiding was no longer an option. ¡°Seriously, why didn¡¯t I wait a little longer? So annoying.¡± Unable to hide, the Monoceros, given their military organization rating, prepared to fight (because they had no choice in hiding). Having undergone countless battles, they formed a formation most suited to their main attack skill¡ªelectric chain attacks. There they were. Monoceros could clearly see the enemy''s densely packed, deadly mouths filled with teeth, easily gauging their attack power. Monoceros'' mouths were not weak themselves, yet Monoceros focused mainly on electric attack adjustments, driven a bit by personal preference. Thus, Monoceros¡¯ mouths excelled more in sharing and chewing large food chunks, rather than in attack¡ªessentially omnivorous mouths. And the others, Piranhas. This closest comparison came from Gar''s limited human memory. ¡°In human memory, piranhas were extremely dangerous. I wonder who''s stronger now, the Monoceros or them?¡± As a fish, Monoceros considered things from their perspective. A quick comparison revealed that piranhas excelled in speed and sharp teeth, while Monoceros matched in speed and held a decent electric attack. It seemed they were evenly matched, though Monoceros worried if the creatures had any special attacks. Yet there was no more time to ponder, as the piranha school closed in. Both schools were hundreds, near a thousand strong. Piranhas were slightly more numerous, and while they had recently scattered many creatures into panic, they bore injuries, evidenced by the blood spreading through the water. ¡°Got to end this quickly before the blood scent draws more predators.¡± Monoceros gave a bittersweet smile. ¡°But who can control the tide of war? This isn¡¯t a battle of intelligent beings.¡± Unlike Monoceros, the enemy wasted no time in thought. Smelling their blood scent diluted by the school¡¯s rush, the piranhas charged the obstacles boldly blocking their path. ¡°Prepare for battle¡­¡± Facing the piranhas'' undisciplined but vigorous charge, the Monoceros were slightly agitated but thankfully not in disarray. Contact ensued. Before the leading piranhas could bite the Monoceros, over a hundred Monoceros unleashed an electric burst, halting the piranhas'' charge. Then, the Monoceros from the rear swiftly slipped into the piranha ranks, embedding themselves like large nets. After a brief electrocution, the piranha school began attacking the Monoceros around them. Casualties mounted. One-on-one, Monoceros lagged slightly in attack power against piranhas. Despite the power of electric bursts, their frequency was too limited, and ordinary electric attacks inflicted minimal damage on piranhas. ¡°Damn, the electric capability still needs refining.¡± Seeing Monoceros struggling against piranhas in one-on-one engagements, Monoceros had to act. ¡°All Monoceros, chain electric burst!¡± A moment later, the Monoceros¡¯ marine-decisive electric net emerged. Piranhas, who had dominated one-on-one fights, were paralyzed instantly. But with the enemy density high, several still evaded the net. Yet unlike most creatures who would flee facing such overwhelming electric strikes, the remaining piranhas, showing no fear, fiercely attacked the slightly drained Monoceros nearby. ¡°Damn, didn¡¯t expect them to be this tough.¡± ... After several cycles of pale blue flashes, the battle concluded, victory seemingly belonging to the surviving Monoceros. Gazing at the few remaining Monoceros after the battle, Monoceros felt an immense sorrow. Who would¡¯ve imagined that the accidental piranha encounter would prove so challenging? Most significantly, the enemy fought unafraid until the last fish. Though pooling all surviving Monoceros to unleash a total energy-driven electric chain decimated almost all remaining piranhas, and the rest were dispatched collectively, only a few dozen Monoceros survived, all with injuries. Monoceros himself, aided by omnidirectional mental sensing, emerged unscathed but felt starving. ¡°Damn, I was careless.¡± Victory was Monoceros¡¯s, but at what cost? No useful components gained, just evolution points¡ªdimmed by their losses. ¡°Hurry up and eat, then leave this place.¡± Despite mourning the loss of hundreds of Monoceros, Monoceros had to ensure the remaining ones¡¯ survival, ordering them to quickly satiate before leaving the dangerous waters. ¡°The battle¡¯s root was curiosity¡ªI hastily surfaced from the seabed, and had I waited to observe, the piranha school might¡¯ve followed the blood scent after the other creatures.¡± Guarding the surroundings, Monoceros replayed the battle in his mind. ¡°Then, assuming the piranhas would retreat like normal predators after such a heavy blow¡ªan error of experience, leading the school into that charge formation. I should¡¯ve known better.¡± Rapidly chewing on piranha meat, Monoceros noted several predators kept at bay by the earlier electric network now cautiously advancing. Among them, a few emitted internal electric currents, approaching carefully. Yet Monoceros wasn¡¯t in the mood to ponder familial ties. ¡°Eat fast, damn it.¡± ¡°But, seems intimidation isn¡¯t without effect; otherwise, these outsiders would¡¯ve rushed in.¡± He chuckled bitterly inside. ¡°A loss.¡± The satiated Monoceros gathered around Monoceros, while the outer predators, drawn by the fish carcasses, began moving in. Some were part of the biological group previously chased into panic by the piranhas. ¡°Tch, we¡¯re just gifting them with bounty.¡± ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡± With several dozen surviving Monoceros remaining, the shrunken school moved towards the nearby beach, behind them a growing throng rushing to the battleground. A battlefield to seize fish carcasses. Chapter 39: Couples Needed ¡°So this is land!¡± After a long time, Gar finally reached the boundary between the sea and the land, with a vast, boundless forest right beyond the beach. Behind him lay the past¡ªthe ocean where he had lived for nearly a hundred years, and where his species had evolved over billions of years. In front of him was the future¡ªthe land where he and his species would continue to live and thrive for an even longer time. Until the moment they reached the cosmos. It had been a long journey. Beginning with the limited thoughts and initial fears of a single-celled organism. Then to the complete consciousness and adaptation to the world as a soft-bodied creature. And now, to the fading memories of the past and the aspirations for the future. ¡°Perhaps, when civilization emerges, the word ¡®humanity¡¯ will completely become my past, no matter the body I lost upon arriving in this world, or the memories now beginning to blur.¡± No fear. The memories of being human were just the past. Waning memories. ¡°Humanity is gradually becoming distant!¡± A slight current flickered, and smelling the scent of the sea and sand, Monoceros swayed its streamlined body, looking back at the dozens of kin behind him. They were companions who accompanied him ashore. ¡°Now, let''s officially prepare for landing.¡± Casting aside the unpleasantness and regret of the piranha encounter, Monoceros revitalized himself, refusing to dwell in the past. ¡°First.¡± With a flick of his broad tail, leveraging the surf''s power, Monoceros alone leaped onto the sunlight-reflecting beach. The sunlight hit Monoceros''s shimmering scales and horn, radiating a dazzling brilliance. Regrettably, there were no admirers¡ªnot even Monoceros himself. ¡°Ugh, no, this is so uncomfortable.¡± Just after hitting the beach, a suffocating sensation abruptly assaulted him, along with dissatisfaction with the land''s dryness. ¡°Indeed... can¡¯t... endure... land... lungs,¡± he muttered, using all his strength to jump back into the nearby ocean, fluttering his fins. ¡°Cough cough... guess... I need to solve... land breathing issues first.¡± After gulping down several mouthfuls of sea water, savoring its subtle fragrance, Monoceros gradually overcame the discomfort of the dryness. ¡°Ah... sea water is still the best...¡± ¡°And, I also need legs.¡± Leading the charge, Monoceros flicked his broad tail, coordinated by his fins, darting like an arrow. Behind him, dozens of Monoceros followed, beginning to search along the vast coastline. ... Many arthropods lined the coast, they were the first animals to set foot on land.This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. ¡°If I had chosen an exoskeleton, maybe I''d be among the first to land,¡± Gar thought with a hint of emotion. But he had no regrets, because compared to arthropods, he was more familiar with and preferred the current form. In truth, it was simple fondness. As the main consciousness, if he couldn''t even simply like the creatures he evolved, how could he wholly commit to evolving them? It would certainly end in the legendary bad end, both for the main consciousness and this species. ¡ù¡ù¡ù On the serene river surface, a ripple emerged, revealing a tip of a horn that gradually showed more of itself. Even though broad leaves blocked most of the sunlight, the horn''s silvery-white tip still glowed faintly. However, this didn¡¯t catch the attention of the amphibian lounging lazily with its mouth wide open, basking in the sun by the riverbank. ¡°Such leisure, creatures on land.¡± Behind Monoceros emerged a tiny head with vines on top and a pair of wary eyes. A bold beetle alighted on Monoceros''s horn for shade, quickly flying off when Monoceros shook it. ¡°You cheeky bug, taking shade on my horn, do you have a death wish?¡± Seeing the gleaming white horn, everyone would know who it was. It was our Monoceros, who had journeyed from the deep sea to the shallows, from the shallows to the inland lake, and yet hadn''t made landfall. (Applause...) The journey to the inland lake hadn¡¯t taken long, as there was a significant estuary not far from where Monoceros arrived at the shore. Aside from playing some games with shark-like creatures, adapting to freshwater took quite some time. So the Monoceros soon reached this small river and found their first legged creature (excluding beetles, since the exoskeleton was useless for Monoceros). They also discovered, fortunately, that although a concentrated electric stone mine was elusive, the electric stone content in the mud was much higher than when they were in the sea. ¡°It¡¯s decided.¡± After confirming, Monoceros set his sights on the four-legged creature resembling a crocodile among the amphibians, let''s call it an ancient crocodile. ¡°But, how do I lure it into the water? It seems quite content basking in the sun, who knows how long it''ll be before it comes down.¡± Monoceros initially planned to carry out breeding to replenish the population drastically reduced by the piranha encounter but had quickly found this ancient crocodile. In terms of size, an average Monoceros was about two-thirds its size. ¡°With ten-odd Monoceros handling one, and the rest on guard, it shouldn¡¯t be a problem.¡± The water''s brushwood and aquatic plants provided excellent concealment for the Monoceros, who laid in ambush not far from the target ancient crocodile. Even when a dragon fish swam by, it couldn''t spot the hidden Monoceros. Huh? Dragon fish. ¡°Wait, perhaps it¡¯s because of this dragon fish in the water that the crocodile doesn¡¯t come down.¡± Monoceros wondered why he hadn¡¯t noticed this before, doubting his ability to command in battle. He often overlooked many details¡ªfacing large predators, dealing with piranhas, it was the same. Looking at the massive dragon fish with frustration, Monoceros thought maybe once civilization evolved, he should focus on cultivating subordinates¡¯ combat command skills. He couldn''t lead every time. However, he shouldn¡¯t neglect his own abilities. A dragon fish is a fish, obviously. Far larger than Monoceros, about five to six times its length. Perhaps this area was its territory, causing the annoying dragon fish to patrol over the Monoceros ambush zone every so often, consuming anything larger than its teeth (ignoring insects as too tiny and insignificant). ¡°To satisfy the huge body''s consumption, this greedy giant predator hunts all available food.¡± This was Monoceros''s conclusion after observing the dragon fish for a while. So, should the dragon fish be eliminated first? ¡°Is it feasible?¡± The thought rendered Monoceros speechless. Beyond the question of whether dozens of Monoceros could take it down, if they did, the noise would definitely be significant. Under such commotion, even a sluggish ancient crocodile at the riverbank would notice something amiss and possibly avoid the area. So, eliminating the dragon fish = prey ancient crocodile escapes = can¡¯t hunt it; not eliminating the dragon fish = prey ancient crocodile doesn¡¯t enter the water = still can¡¯t hunt it. Oh, bother. Monoceros expressed frustration. ¡°What to do?¡± Watching that lazy crocodile basking in the sun, mouth open and oblivious to an insect exploring inside, Monoceros angrily thought about rushing out to kill it. ¡°Crocodile legs, crocodile lungs, and all that crocodile meat. Ah, I want it.¡± ¡°Are you two a couple? Guarding each other so closely¡­¡± Gazing at the patrolling dragon fish, then back at the sunbathing ancient crocodile, then the dragon fish again... Ripples spread from Monoceros, disturbing beetles on nearby floating logs, returning feedback to Monoceros''s persistently shaking head. ¡°Oops, I was careless again.¡± Quickly stopping his head-shaking, Monoceros sighed in relief when he noticed the dragon fish hadn¡¯t noticed. ¡°Wait, it''s impossible that there''s only one ancient crocodile, or any amphibious creature, why am I waiting here for so long?¡± ¡°I¡¯m speechless.¡± ¡°Despair.¡± Grumbling continuously, Monoceros sank slowly into the submerged debris, communicating with the lurking Monoceros. The school cautiously exited the dragon fish''s patrol zone, swimming upstream along the riverbank. As the saying goes, ¡°Why worry about no fresh grass at the ends of the earth, why focus on one flower.¡± ¡°By the way, this saying seems quite out of place...¡± Chapter 40: Continuing Development "Then, the prey is... you." Staring at a cluster of pale yellow, slightly spotted... let''s call them spotted crocodiles, moving along the riverbank with their broad tails, accompanied by their companions in a slow procession. "I''ve found the prey," he continued, "but... can someone tell me why hundreds of these creatures are gathered here?" The riverbanks were crowded with innumerable spotted crocodiles, while those too tired or uninterested in competing for land swam leisurely in the water, seemingly enjoying themselves. "So many legs," he mused. Indeed, in this water, there didn¡¯t seem to be anything that could threaten such a large group of spotted crocodiles, allowing them to wander carefreely. This was the sight that greeted the lone horn fish as they rounded a small corner, moving from their previous ambush spot into this section of the river. However, the sudden appearance of countless legs overhead when they turned the corner nearly scared the lone horn fish to death. "Even if I wanted legs, the system is a bit too generous," he thought, speechless, as he carefully navigated the school of fish around the periphery. "What is this, some kind of family gathering?" (Clearly forgetting that his own species often did the same.) "Why are they going onto the land?" Curiosity piqued again, the lone horn fish found himself wary of such impulses. Yet, "without curiosity, there is no progress," he mused, even if it was said about humans. So, cautiously, he allowed the fish school to feed at a less frequented corner, thinking he himself could swim ahead to investigate the situation. Parting from the school, the lone horn fish glided along the riverbank towards the cluster of crocodiles, his fins and tail moving silently. As he drew closer, he rounded a rock, poised to glimpse the situation on land. Then... A sudden burst of electricity flashed from the water behind him, catching the attention of the hundreds of spotted crocodiles, all of which turned simultaneously towards the disturbance. [20 Evolution Points Gained] [New Component Acquired] This sound was only audible to the lone horn fish, but he couldn''t shake the feeling that those hundreds of eyes, if they had ears, heard it too. "Damn it, who did you guys kill back there to cause such a commotion?" Being stared at by hundreds of large predators felt unnerving, even more so than when he was watched by his own kind and subordinates. It made his skin crawl. "Didn''t I tell you to be careful? Why unleash such a strong current?" He scolded the lone horn fish in the background. Meanwhile, the spotted crocodiles seemed to wait for something, focusing their eyes on the water where the electric flash had occurred. "Good thing they¡¯re not all looking at me, or I might have been petrified by their gaze." A shadow gradually surfaced from the water¡ªa tragic spotted crocodile floating belly-up, its hind leg twitching slightly from the electric shock, and several holes smoldering on its body, evidence of the lone horn fish''s attack. A few carefree creatures were still tearing at the flesh around the holes. The glimmering horn of the lone horn fish, still sparking faintly, shone brilliantly in the sunlight. "Damn it, stop eating, retreat quickly!" With a flip of his body, the lone horn fish turned and darted back to the school, bringing a few reluctant fish along, still yearning for the discarded meat, as they swiftly swam back to the area where the dragonfish had roamed. "I have no confidence in taking on hundreds of boss-level creatures," he thought. Earning 20 evolution points from this crocodile marked it as a boss-level being. "These creatures took down a boss-level spotted crocodile so easily¡ªcould it be my poor command or their strong capabilities?" Looking back at the loyal fish following him despite their reluctance to leave the feast, he thought, "The crazy part is only one of them died from a torn belly just now." "Well, it''s good to have minimal casualties. In any battle, there will be losses," he reassured himself, finding it hard to accept the death of his gradually evolving species. "Perhaps leading from the front isn''t suited for me."This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. However, the fish school slowly came to a stop¡ªnot due to newfound confidence or resignation, but because the anticipated crocodile pursuit didn¡¯t happen. "At least I can unite the species and lead them toward civilization." The expected chase never materialized; only one crocodile seemed interested in bullying the weak, and that one was swiftly eliminated when the lone horn fish turned and let his fish handle it. The lone horn fish didn''t even need to lift a fin. Without direct guidance, the lone horn fish relied on their agility and teamwork, dodging the crocodile''s jaws and utilizing side attacks to embed their horns into it. Then, almost simultaneously, they released electric shocks, finishing the lone pursuer with ease. "......" Watching the jubilant fish feast on their prey, the lone horn fish reflected, "They''ve grown up..." "Wait, why does this sound like parents watching their children get married?" "Their attack methods, mobility, skeletal structure, and unity are all cultivated by me," he mused, gazing warmly at the dozens of lone horn fish. "So I am their primary consciousness, like an elder to them." ¡ù¡ù¡ù "So, 8051..." [Yes?] "It''s like I''ve nurtured them step by step, pouring my heart and soul into their growth. Whether good or bad, it''s my achievement." "That''s the joy of nurturing." [You''ve said similar things repeatedly since you arrived. Haven''t you said enough? 8051 is pleased with your affection for your race but finds your rambling tiresome.] "Well, you only really understand once you''ve experienced it," the cotton-candy-like consciousness wobbled. Previously an irregular blob, it had begun to take on the faint outline of a fish. Subtle yet unmistakable. "It seems my consciousness is also evolving to align with my species," Gal thought with mild reflection. "It implies I''m gradually accepting myself as I am now. Human memories becoming the past, perhaps." [Indeed. How do you feel about that?] 8051 inquired curiously. "Well, past, present, future... Fixating on the past for too long isn''t healthy for any creature." "Thus, my goal remains the boundless stars and sea." [Hehe.] "Huh, 8051, there was a strange laugh." [What strange laugh? You must be hallucinating,] 8051 quickly corrected. "Okay, but when I first arrived in this world, I identified absolutely as human. Why, then, was my consciousness just formless? And now, with a hint of recognition, it begins to resemble my species?" [Cough, that¡¯s because your conscious strength was weak when you first arrived in this world, incapable of maintaining a defined shape.] "So, why can it now?" [Because your species'' numbers have reached a certain level, they are now feeding back consciousness and spirit to you. Didn''t you notice your perception radius expanding before?] "Now that you mention it, maybe it did, possibly, perhaps expand a bit, but it''s still too little." [Don''t be ungrateful,] 8051 admonished, although mostly because the principal consciousness was unaware of the full situation. [For the principal consciousness, mental perception is indeed a scale.] "A scale?" [Yes, for instance, initially, your total consciousness was 100, controlling 10,000 units of spirit.] "Okay." [Initially, your body could withstand 1 unit of consciousness, controlling 10 units of spirit. Since your kin couldn¡¯t produce consciousness, part of the remaining 99 consciousness was allocated to them, while their numbers grew. As your body evolved, your tolerance for consciousness and distributed consciousness increased, thus expanding your mental perception, the total of 100 continuously decreasing. Eventually, the sum of your bodily-tolerated consciousness and distributed consciousness equaled 100, stopping perception growth.] "Seems my perception range did stop growing before." [Then, if your kin couldn¡¯t produce independent consciousness, they¡¯d draw from your consciousness to satisfy those needs as their numbers continued to rise. During this time, your mental perception would decrease.] "I feel a chill. Why''s there such a sensation here?" [Heh, beast instinct perhaps?] "What beast..." [Indeed, if your kin never evolve their consciousness, your body will eventually become an ordinary individual, and the principal consciousness will cease to exist,] 8051 explained coldly. "That''s a tragic bad end. Good thing I don''t have that problem, right? You said my perception range increased." [Indeed, but why did it react so quickly this time?] "......" [If your species reaches a point where they start independently developing consciousness, even a sliver means they no longer need substantial consciousness from you. As their numbers grow, they begin to give back to your consciousness. The conscious entities influenced by your guidance become inclined towards you, creating a bond, albeit not direct control, but convenient and effective nonetheless.] "Wait, does that mean the lone horn fish have begun to develop independent consciousness, and regardless of what race I evolve into, due to my conscious guidance, they and future species will have this affinity for me?" [Yes, this means your species¡¯ relationship with others won''t just be predation and prey but will start developing socially. Although effective communication is still required,] 8051 elaborated thoughtfully. "Isn''t that great? My species won¡¯t be as lonely anymore." [Indeed, but let''s return to the main topic,] 8051 felt the conversation had drifted. [Your enhanced consciousness is due to the kin¡¯s consciousness reaching a level that allows them to give back to you, however minuscule. For instance, if one lone horn fish consciousness is 1, they¡¯d return 1/1000th to you. With tens of thousands of them, your consciousness rises.] [Congratulations,] 8051 announced cheerfully, [your consciousness can now form unstable shapes.] "Thanks, so my consciousness and spirit will grow stronger." [Not entirely. If your species declines in number or loses consciousness, you¡¯d stop ascending or even decrease. But don¡¯t worry, 8051 has faith in you,] 8051 encouraged, unsure if it was sincere. "..." "Alright, I''ll be cautious." "They''ve grown, my lone horn fish." Chapter 41: Land Beckons "Speaking of which, 8051." [Hmm?] "I feel like I''ve been in this world for nearly a hundred years now, although you guys say in real time it¡¯s probably been billions of years. But my mindset hasn¡¯t really changed much." [Are you referring to your occasional childish behavior?] 8051 interjected suddenly. "It''s kind of nice, feeling eternally youthful. Ahem... what childish behavior, so frustrating." "I just miss my time on Earth." [Isn¡¯t now good enough?] "It¡¯s not bad; the time on Earth was my past and can''t be negated, and it wasn''t a painful time anyway. So, occasionally reminiscing about the past, the cities and countryside of those times, the people around me back then." "Ah, reminiscing makes me feel a bit old." "Never mind, let''s continue, maybe there will be a chance to go back and take a look in the future, hehe." [Well then, start editing, cultivate your species well.] 8051 encouraged with a fist pump. "Of course." Can I really go back and take a peek? "Finally, I can start developing legs and a terrestrial respiratory system." After sorting through the components collected over time, Gal mused, "First, the lungs." To be safe, the gills were not removed, allowing for amphibious breathing. With slight adjustments, the body elongated slightly to form a neck, enabling head movement without needing to turn the entire body. Of course, some human memory influenced Gal, but it didn¡¯t matter much. He extended and tapered the tail, letting the broad fish tail spread with the lengthened body. It roughly resembled a legless lizard. He added four legs from the spotted crocodile, which, after adjustments to the bone and skin by the system, merged seamlessly with the body, the silver-white scales extending to the feet. The electric fins weren¡¯t removed either, even though he planned more land activity. The tail and body balance allowed for swift movement in water. Since there was no shortage of evolution points, Gal distributed three pairs of electric fins across the limbs and tail. ... What does a beach remind you of? Sunshine, sand, a humid sea breeze, an endless ocean, and... bikini babes. Well, all that was in Gal''s past now. "All of the past is but a fleeting cloud." Not to mention bikini babes¡ªthis place doesn¡¯t even count as a beach. Time: It''s been quite a while since Gal entered the Biological Editing Space, though who really knows. (8051 raises its hand.) Place: As Gal¡¯s external environment changes, it transforms into a riverbank not far from the sea within the Biological Editing Space, on a sunlit rock by a river. Character¡ªor rather, creature: A body entirely silver-white, covered in scales, crowned with a single silver horn¡ªa unicorn... lizard? Crocodile? Using his new ears, he listened to the wind''s whispers and the watery ripples, the rustling trees in the forest behind him. Gal lounged leisurely on a rock in the Biological Editing Space, sunbathing. As for where the sun in this space comes from?Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. Ah, such a deep question is beyond Gal''s comprehension right now, so he ignored it. Moving slightly to shake off the stiffness from remaining still for too long, Gal controlled his limbs, crawling forward to cast his shadow upon the river below. "Damn, looking more and more handsome..." [...] "Well, what can I say, this is my first time seeing myself since arriving in this world." He shook his horned head, the water¡¯s reflection shaking and reflecting a few rays of light. Narrowing his eyes a bit, "Majestic, robust, mighty, elegant, dazzling. Hehe, isn¡¯t that a bit narcissistic?" Flicking his tail a few times, a burst of electricity sparked from the fins at the tip. "But, I forgot that on land, unlike in water, the power of electric attacks is greatly reduced." Reflecting on the previous confrontation with the piranhas, Gal realized that his strength should be comparable to theirs. The piranha had sustained, moderate power attacks; the lone horn fish had short bursts with strong power, but weak regular attacks. It''s hard to say which is better, but the lone horn fish ultimately won that slightly more numerous piranha battle, though barely. However, problems became serious on land; electricity could spread over water but not in the air, meaning Gal could only attack in contact or through conductive materials. In simple terms, because terrestrial electric attacks require contact or indirect contact, the former ability of lone horn fish to chain electric attacks as a group was essentially nullified on land. Facing terrestrial creatures became more dangerous. Especially since pure energy electric shocks consume a lot of food. Without discovering methods or components to further develop electric attack capabilities, Gal had no choice but to enhance the previously supplementary physical strength. Thus, the newly evolved amphibious form boasts stronger muscles, supported by electric-stone skeletons matching the size of spotted crocodiles, with fortified scales and skin, and more lethal teeth and jaws. Gal felt confident he could now bite into skin once penetrable only with a full-speed charge and deliver electric shocks through his teeth. "So, it seems like electric attacks are still the mainstay." "Well, that''s not bad." Turning his body, Gal moved towards the riverbank, his silver scales dazzling under the sunlight. "Isn''t this too conspicuous?" Gal was slightly dissatisfied. His silver-white, semi-transparent body, which had a certain invisibility underwater, seemed to draw plenty of attention on land. Since his species favored ambush attacks, "I need to change the color." During a previous electric display, he accidentally killed a brightly colored little fish, and though concerned about poisoning, he didn''t eat it, nor did any of his species. However, from that fish, Gal gained the Biological Editor¡¯s pigment adjustment functionality. So, after a moment, a menacing form clad in dark scales materialized on the riverbank. Gah... Gah... Gahhh... "Darn, having a voice box is nice, but the sound is ridiculous." Closing his toothy mouth, Gal shook his head helplessly. "Oh well, I''ll settle for now and replace it later with a better component." [That''s quite an adorable sound,] 8051 genuinely praised. "......" "Thanks for the compliment." "Hmm?" Gal paused, glancing around curiously. [What¡¯s wrong?] "Nothing." No wind, so why did I feel like a breeze brushed my skin? "Nothing." Probably a hallucination, or maybe a breeze from moving. [Hmm, so the editing is mostly complete?] "Yeah, now for the naming. Hehe, what should it be this time?" [That''s up to you. 8051 once again dismissed the principal consciousness¡¯s attempt to have 8051 do the naming.] "Heh, I was just about to ask, no need to cut me off." "Let''s see, black armor, scales, horn, crocodile, lizard..." Gah... "......" Still not used to the call, he chuckled, "Alright, let¡¯s call it Gah-Gah Beast. That¡¯s what its call is like, hehe." [...] [Gah-Gah Beast Amphibious Creature Evolution Points: 120 Life: 150/150 Attack: Electric Horn (40), Electric Fins (10) ¡Á6, Fanged Crocodile Jaws (70), Focused Electric Attack (220) Defense: Reinforced Hard Skin (35) (Enhanced Electric Defense), Black Scales (100) (Enhanced Electric Defense) Speed: 23¡ª37 (Water), 10¡ª21 (Land) Perception: Touch, Vision, Taste, Smell, Hearing Reproduction: Amphibious Oviparous Species Evaluation: Carnivore Population Evaluation: Military Force With further evolution, your species has taken its first steps onto land. But don''t think that just being able to walk on land makes it a land species; there''s more ground to cover to complete this stage.] "Even knowing it couldn¡¯t be that simple to evolve terrestrial from aquatic with just four limbs, it¡¯s a bit disappointing to see." [You¡¯ve come this far, a little more isn¡¯t insurmountable,] 8051 encouraged kindly. "True, hehe, enduring billions of years of aquatic existence, I can''t stop by the riverbank." "But the list has changed quite a lot; isn¡¯t the stage incomplete?" [Land and ocean are different. While not yet fully terrestrial, certain aspects have adapted to land. That¡¯s why the Biological Editing Space changes; your animal evaluation replacing individual evaluation and perception appearing are similar changes.] "Got it, I suppose. Ah, land, it¡¯s been a while." "So, any hints on finishing this stage?" [Shall I repeat those five words?] "......I thought so, never mind." "Let¡¯s complete this stage quickly and move toward civilization." [Then, editing complete. Work hard.] "Okay, see you, 8051." [Species editing complete, exiting Biological Editing Space.] Chapter 42: Landing Gah¨C, Gah-gah-gah, Gah-gah, Gah¨Cgah... ¡°...¡± Gah¨C "What''s going on, so noisy!" Originally serene, the riverbank had dozens of mature Gah-Gah Beasts clambering out of the water, accompanied by a cacophony of chattering juveniles, their dark scales absorbing the sunlight. Imagine nearly three hundred Gah-Gah Beasts howling by the riverbank¡ªit''s more irritating than a swarm of flies buzzing around you. And so, the Gah-Gah Beast choir took center stage, overtaking even the infamous nagging of Tang Sanzang... Gah-gah "Suddenly, evolving hearing and vocal cords feels like a mistake," thought the principal consciousness Gah-Gah, feeling dizzy surrounded by the noisy herd. Worse, the packed landing area left Gah-Gah in the way, where eager-to-bask juveniles trod right over him, unwilling to wait. Right, trod over him, "Since the principal consciousness didn¡¯t say we couldn¡¯t walk over him, and since you¡¯re in the way, we¡¯ll just go over the top." That seemed to be the thought of the pressing Gah-Gah Beasts. Ultimately, overwhelmed by the sudden noise and exhausted from being trampled by callous Gah-Gah Beasts, the principal consciousness Gah-Gah ended up the last to reach land. Once ashore, each Gah-Gah Beast sought prime spots to lazily sunbathe. Apart from some jostling over territory, they all settled down comfortably, lying on the soft riverbank or warm rocks, eyes half-closed in alert relaxation, basking in the sun¡¯s warmth. This scene made Gah-Gah, who had been trod over, grit his teeth in frustration. "You lousy bunch!" Gah¨C Hearing the principal consciousness speak, the lazy Gah-Gah Beasts immediately turned to look, their eyes as innocent as could be. "Uh..." Feeling a bit unnerved, Gah-Gah realized he wasn¡¯t used to having so many eyes on him. "What are you staring at? I¡¯m telling you, no more stepping on me, got it!" Gah-gah¨Cgah! Though he usually issued commands mentally so the beasts could roughly understand, his human habit made his mouth move instinctively. Without vocal cords, he just mouthed; now, he emitted a Gah-Gah cry, increasing his frustration. Habits are terrifying... Burning with rage, Gah-Gah dragged his tired body up, grateful his robust physique withstood the trampling of several dozen juveniles. "If I, as the principal consciousness, were actually stomped to death by my own kind here, because I was stunned by my own sound, blocking the way, and not telling them they couldn¡¯t step on me, well, I¡¯d probably be the most tragic principal consciousness in history," Gah-Gah thought wryly as he climbed. "Move over, this spot''s mine." Gah-gah! He commanded a Gah-Gah Beast occupying a prime rock protruding over the riverbank, squeezing the reluctant creature aside. Gah-Gah settled comfortably on the high-ground rock, nestled among the herd, mimicking their relaxed sunbathing. Lazily scanning the environment, Gah-Gah saw a broad riverbank, with the opposite side a jagged black line and clear, gently flowing water. Around him lounged nearly three hundred Gah-Gah Beasts, and behind the herd lay an endless forest, dense with peculiar plants and shrouded in a faint mist that obscured the interior. A red sun slowly rose on the distant horizon, suggesting it was morning.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. As the surroundings quieted, even the Gah-Gah cries dwindled. "Hmm¡ª" Comfortably flicking his tail, Gah-Gah accidentally brushed a neighboring beast¡¯s horn, though neither seemed to mind, continuing their languid sunbathing. Occasionally, a few hungry Gah-Gah Beast would crawl to the water, pulling out fish to tear and feed on. The soothing sounds of water, gentle breezes, and distant forest rustling reached Gah-Gah¡¯s ears. "Only now do I realize the difference between mental communication and actual sound." Listening to the peace, Gah-Gah thought how different consciousness communication felt compared to real sound, since crossing worlds. Mental communication was akin to internal thoughts, much softer compared to real sounds¡ªthe reason, perhaps, why many need quiet to think clearly. In the Biological Editing Space, real sounds were purely natural, not like the current world with insect cries, Gah-Gah Beast calls, and other animals'' noises. "If not for the earlier Gah-Gah choir, hearing would be quite pleasant." Reflecting quietly, Gah-Gah grumbled internally. "Speaking of which, although egg-laying in water, why does it feel like the reproduction rate is much lower than when they were fish?" Counting the herd, 277 Gah-Gah Beasts were present. Entering the Biological Editing Space with 52 lone horn fish, 21 of which were female, each female seemed to average about 13 offspring¡ªfar fewer than the visible egg count before entering the space. "Is it that eggs face a growth ratio limit to full adults or are preyed on during development?¡± Thanks to early development of protective parental consciousness and principal consciousness cultivation, eggs and juveniles were safeguarded by mature individuals, so predation by other creatures should be minimal. This suggests many eggs fail to mature fully. Why might that be? "Is it environmental causes?" Due to continuous reproduction, selection of reproductive sites had become systematic for the principal consciousness, balancing safety, temperature, and nourishment well, resulting in decent egg survival. What''s the internal cause, then? "Could it be intrinsic?" Narrowing his eyes slightly, Gah-Gah gazed at the somewhat blinding sun. "As my species becomes more complex, the individual reproductive output diminishes? Is that it?" "I recall that the stronger a species, the harder it is to reproduce the next generation, but despite humans ruling Earth, their reproduction remains high, doesn¡¯t it?" Gah-Gah pondered. "But is human reproduction really that high?" He remembered a joke about humans being perpetually in heat, an absurd yet not entirely baseless notion. "After all, who¡¯s heard of women bearing hundreds of offspring in a lifetime or dozens at once?" "So, relatively speaking, human reproduction isn¡¯t high compared to pigs or fish," he chuckled, finding it amusing to draw such comparisons with animals now that he was one himself. And so, Gah-Gah sweated profusely in embarrassment. "And are humans truly strong?" Shedding random thoughts, Gah-Gah continued pondering. "That¡¯s indisputable, but humanity¡¯s strength lies solely in that brain of theirs." "Yet it¡¯s that very brain that allowed humans to dominate an entire planet." Supporting his body with all fours, Gah-Gah moved slightly forward to a warmer spot to lie down again. Surveying his armored kin, their horns occasionally sparking faint blue electricity, Gah-Gah mused, "Compared to other species, human bodies are incredibly fragile; humans are a species specialized in brain development." "What about me, and the Gah-Gah Beasts, how should we develop?" Gah-Gah wondered if his species¡¯ development was too disorganized. Gah-gah¡ª Gah¨C A mischievous juvenile seemed intrigued by the forest, crawling towards the edge, but retreated after finding the atmosphere too chilling, returning to sunbathe near adults. The cries alerted Gah-Gah, who turned to the mist-shrouded forest. Between the thick ferns, occasional shadows flitted by too quickly to be sure if they were real. With nothing emerging, Gah-Gah didn''t dwell on their nature. "Gah-Gah Beasts need to move inland to become terrestrial, and reproducing in water won¡¯t work," he observed, watching the restless juveniles. "Reproduction must occur on land to qualify as a land species." Having stayed on land too long, Gah-Gah''s skin began drying out, so he and several others sluggishly headed for the water. "So, the primary goal is transitioning to oviparity, or even viviparity. However, mammals aren¡¯t around yet, so it¡¯ll mainly be egg-laying. And the skin issue." The dry skin greedily absorbed water as Gah-Gah immersed himself, cellular dehydration from extended exposure relieved. "If most moisture is lost so quickly, surviving on land is just a fantasy." "What was it... waterproof skin?" Shaking his head, Gah-Gah targeted a small fish startled by the beasts, chasing after it¡ªhis meal for now. Food acquisition posed little trouble for Gah-Gah Beasts now; the primary concern lay with hostile creatures'' attacks and natural disasters. "In social terms, I¡¯d be middle class now, hehe." "But survival is paramount, no doubt about it." Gah-gah. Chapter 43: Seizing Territory The current status of the Gah-Gah Beasts is somewhat ambiguous. This conclusion came to Gah-Gah as he observed them effortlessly fishing in the water to meet their needs without much consumption, yet facing larger aquatic creatures like the dragonfish, even groups of ten or more would be driven away. Physically, they couldn¡¯t venture into the forest either. It''s not that a dozen Gah-Gah Beasts couldn''t defeat dragonfish-like creatures, but the issue was the fear that individual consciousnesses experienced when confronting creatures several times their size in independent hunting parties. Of course, they didn''t factor in loss calculations, which Gah-Gah Beasts naturally wouldn''t consider. Unlike the previous piranhas, which attacked any food greedily and fearlessly when hungry, today''s Gah-Gah Beasts possess fairly developed individual consciousnesses. Fear was one of the earliest to develop, so they chose to avoid confronting creatures that could severely harm them or their group. "This is a good habit," Gah-Gah judged them, "at least under the current circumstances, where they can advance or retreat as needed." This led to the current scene. Perched atop a rock, Gah-Gah observed a gigantic shadow darting toward the Gah-Gah Beasts in the clear river. The Gah-Gah Beasts quickly abandoned their prey and fled to the riverbank. The slower predator reluctantly circled the bank a few times before turning away to seek other food. Lazily stretching his mouth, which was beginning to feel numb, Gah-Gah rose and called a dozen robust Gah-Gah Beasts, slowly crawling towards the riverbank. "Better not to leave threats hanging around." While there¡¯s a saying about needing pressure to drive progress¡ªlike having a "pear" for motivation¡ªGah-Gah wasn¡¯t quite inclined to put it to the test. "But why do pears provide motivation?" This idle curiosity was Gah-Gah¡¯s way of indulging in a bit of light-hearted musing. This is the natural world, the animal kingdom, not the civilized world, where the basic law is survival of the fittest. Of course, as an intelligent principal consciousness, Gah-Gah couldn¡¯t stoop to accepting animal laws. "With intelligence, we can develop much better, so why should we endure that nonsensical law of the jungle?" Thus, Gah-Gah had an awakening, a super saiyan moment... Well, ignore that bit. In short, Gah-Gah felt that the large creatures in the water were hindering the Gah-Gah Beasts'' development, and since they weren''t invincible, they were deemed terrorists. For the peace and progress of the Gah-Gah Beasts, these threats needed to be eliminated¡ª"beastly" eliminated. Spreading out the dozen or so Gah-Gah Beasts at a certain distance, they quietly plunged into the water, where their vision instantly shortened. Wary of their surroundings, they exposed only their eyes above the surface, waiting for their quarry. Why not use mental perception? Gah-Gah had checked right after exiting the Biological Editing Space. Having learned from 8051 that his species had begun feeding consciousness back to him, Gah-Gah eagerly assessed his current mental perception range. While mental perception excelled in accuracy and comprehensiveness compared to the naked eye, in terms of distance, it was incomparable. If mental perception exceeded eyesight, Gah-Gah''s strength would vastly surpass that of ordinary Gah-Gah Beasts. At that point, only mysterious attacks or epic creatures might pose a threat to Gah-Gah. Filled with anticipation, Gah-Gah extended his mental perception, expanding and expanding further until... He couldn¡¯t go any further. Reflecting on his current mental perception range, Gah-Gah could only smile wryly. The range had indeed increased¡ªabout 10% more than before entering the Biological Editing Space. Not a large gain, but an advancement nonetheless. Currently, Gah-Gah Beasts'' perception extended only about twice their body length.If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. Assuming a Gah-Gah Beast''s length is about a meter, its mental perception forms a sphere with a radius between 1.7 to 2 meters in unobstructed space, while its visual range in water was over seven meters, and far greater on land. "Well, having it is better than having nothing, and this is only the beginning of growth. The future is bright and full of hope." Thus, planning to use mental perception akin to a ship''s close-in weapon system, Gah-Gah maintained a certain mental perception spread while approaching a large shadow visible from the surface. Not excluding the possibility that maintaining mental spread was influenced by some mental training methods from human memories, Gah-Gah was open to trying whatever seemed harmless, just in case. Facing such a giant creature, guaranteed to rank higher individually, the Gah-Gah Beasts couldn¡¯t just rush it haphazardly; they¡¯d risk annihilation even if victorious. Gah-Gah devised a plan using his slightly superior physical traits, due to being the principal consciousness, to lure the enemy into the rudimentary ambush set earlier. Given the observed lack of intelligence in the creature, which charged blindly at any detected prey, it might well have starved in some desolate corner if not for its physique. That said, it seemed no one inhabited the entire planet anymore. (Gar had transcended humanity, no explanation needed.) Without its physique, the creature wouldn''t have pursued Gah-Gah aggressively, blundering into such a basic ambush¡ªand thus, the cycle of cause and effect. ... Gah¨C Gah¨C "Oh my, never again with this heart-pounding game." Desperately flapping his tail and limbs, Gah-Gah mused as he swam toward the ambush spot. (That was more of an exclamation ==) Chasing doggedly behind was a creature about six meters long. Its writhing form filled every observer with an overwhelming sense of oppression, moving rapidly with three pairs of massive fins. Its wide-open mouth brimmed with four rows of sharp teeth, many barbed. But don¡¯t expect Gah-Gah to analyze these; as Gah-Gah neared, both he and the predator reacted simultaneously: the predator lunged at Gah-Gah, who turned to flee. "Damn it, so those others were running more from instinctive fear than rational calculation, understood now¡ªjust one reason: desperation." The distance between them shrank as the ambush drew near. "Home run!" Obsessed with its prey, the predator ignored the surrounding Gah-Gah Beasts, plunging into the ambush after Gah-Gah. "Not bad, a focused one. I¡¯ll be generous and claim your life... Ah¡ª!" Gah¨C Gah¨C Commanding the Gah-Gah Beasts to launch an attack upon entry, Gah-Gah grew a bit overconfident as the single-minded predator, Four-Jaw Fish (named for its four rows of teeth), clamped down on Gah-Gah¡¯s flailing tail, the barbed teeth piercing through scale gaps into tender flesh, prompting a wide-mouthed silent scream from Gah-Gah. Simultaneously, the surrounding Gah-Gah Beasts delivered their charging attacks, piercing Four-Jaw Fish with their horns and unleashing their signature electric burst, now dubbed Focused Electric Attack. The sudden onslaught astounded Four-Jaw Fish, who hadn¡¯t anticipated such a potent counterattack from prey. Writhing in agony, it involuntarily released Gah-Gah from its mouth. However, Gah-Gah''s ordeal didn¡¯t end there, thanks to the barbs embedded within¡ªno further explanation required. Thus, as Four-Jaw Fish thrashed, Gah-Gah, tail stuck upon the barbs, was flung helplessly to and fro. "Been ages since I rode a roller coaster this wild, Gah¡ª" Gah-Gah began to feel dazed. Meanwhile, as Four-Jaw Fish flailed, only five Gah-Gah Beasts managed to cling to its body, while the rest, struggling for a second strike, found their horns slipping from punctured holes. Two hapless Gah-Gah Beasts were swatted meters away by a massive fin swipe. The surface roiled with the violent battle below. Hundreds of sunbathing Gah-Gah Beasts had plunged into the water upon seeing Gah-Gah bitten. Perhaps the violent thrashing freed Gah-Gah''s battered tail from the barbs, launching him skyward to land heavily on a loyal Gah-Gah Beast (or just an unlucky onlooker). Despite the ordeal, Gah-Gah miraculously avoided blacking out. Gradually regaining composure, Four-Jaw Fish smacked a rear-approaching Gah-Gah Beast with its tail, then twisted to tear the hind leg from a nearby one, leaving the wounded Gah-Gah spilling blood. At this point, the Gah-Gah Beasts, recharged, struck again. Electric burst. Two fast-swimming Gah-Gah Beasts coming from the shore even clamped down on Four-Jaw Fish''s fins. With life ebbing away under relentless assault, Four-Jaw Fish cast a final regretful glance skyward, its vitality slipping with each Gah-Gah attack. One last, desperate thrash flung the remaining attackers, and succumbing to blood loss and electricity, it finally fell silent. [50 Evolution Points Gained] [New Component Acquired] The massive fish carcass floated to the surface, and hundreds of Gah-Gah Beasts descended greedily upon the feast. The chaotic battle startled many nearby creatures, yet none dared approach, even the giant fish that had hovered nearby, lured by the blood scent, held back. This was Gah-Gah Beast territory. "In the end, it''s still survival of the fittest, heh." Exhausted, Gah-Gah lay on the riverbank, watching the feasting Gah-Gah Beasts, waving his tail, which looked fearsome but caused little harm. It was the unforeseen collision upon landing, leaving him a bit dizzy. "Seems I haven¡¯t quite grasped the wisdom to break the rules yet." "Darn it, don''t finish it all, save some for me." Gah¨C Chapter 44: Hunting Operation "Ah, I''m so full," Gah-Gah thought, looking towards the skeletal remains of the Four-Jaw Fish, pushed to the riverbank by the feast of the Gah-Gah Beasts. Hundreds of them, having gorged on the meal, now lazily lounged by the riverbank in the glow of the setting sun. The massive bones of the Four-Jaw Fish still had bits of meat clinging to them, and several small carnivores scurried among the Gah-Gah Beasts, competing for scraps that were too insignificant to interest the Gah-Gah Beasts. Even Gah-Gah was indifferent to these creatures. At one point, when a small animal fearlessly ventured near Gah-Gah''s mouth, it was quickly swallowed whole, only for Gah-Gah to realize in frustration that these small creatures no longer provided him with any evolution points or components. After a few more were swallowed without any gain, Gah-Gah resigned himself to this fact. "Does this mean that on land, I can only gain evolution points and components from creatures of equal or higher level?" Gah-Gah decided to ask 8051 during his next visit to the Biological Editing Space. As the red sun slowly disappeared beneath the horizon, and the Gah-Gah Beasts absorbed the last warmth of the sun, they gradually slipped back into the warmer river waters, more inviting than the cool night air. Drowsiness began to set in, and Gah-Gah, intending to ponder other matters, slowly closed his eyes, sinking into the river''s edge and drifting into sleep. ¡ù¡ù¡ù In a world where the scorching sun beat down, most Gah-Gah Beasts sought refuge in a river now reduced by a fifth of its size. The bones of the Four-Jaw Fish, picked clean by small carnivores, stood exposed, exuding a bleak aura. Opening his mouth, Gah-Gah swallowed a passing small fish, temporarily satisfying his slightly empty stomach before swimming back to the riverbank''s waters. "Being cold-blooded is really tough," Gah-Gah muttered, exhaling hot air and drinking a gulp of the relatively cooler river water to flush the heat from his body. The cold blood flowing through Gah-Gah Beasts'' veins, while greatly reducing their food requirements, also restricted their range of activity. They couldn''t move in high temperatures and needed to cool down, while in low temperatures, they needed to warm up by basking in the sun¡ªonly minimal movement during the day and submerged sleep at night. Maintaining body temperature required actively seeking suitable environments. This was why the Gah-Gah Beasts were reluctant to leave their current riverbank habitation. But this also meant Gah-Gah couldn''t lead his species inland to search for essential components to truly become a terrestrial species. However, the cold-blooded limitation only restricted the range of activities. The main reason remained that the land seemed to be mostly forest, and the forest environment negated the Gah-Gah Beasts'' advantage in numbers, with its internal temperature and humidity deemed unfavorable. Nevertheless, Gah-Gah planned to replace cold blood with a warm-blooded component once it was found. Although it would increase food requirements, Gah-Gah believed his species had strong food acquisition capabilities. And the increased active time after switching to warm blood would significantly aid in evolving civilization. Thus, Gah-Gah intended to take a small group of Gah-Gah Beasts into the forest, hoping to find warm-blooded components, egg-laying or viviparous components, and waterproof skin components preferably at the forest edge.Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. Without waterproof skin, the Gah-Gah Beasts frequently needed to return to the water to hydrate their skin. Otherwise, they''d dry out. "Forests are moist; it should be okay," Gah-Gah reasoned. Selecting a few moderate-sized Gah-Gah Beasts, Gah-Gah led the way into the forest, with the rest hesitantly following. "Right, entering the forest¡ªwhy did I forget about that!" Gah-Gah halted abruptly at the forest''s edge, causing the hasty following Gah-Gah Beasts to tumble into confusion. Ignoring the awkward commotion, Gah-Gah turned back toward the riverbank. "Entering the forest isn''t limited to land routes; surely such a vast forest has rivers running through it." Indeed, this solution addressed concerns of waterproof skin and the unpredictability of dense forest traversal. Water offered more stable temperature differences than land. However, this also highlighted why Gah-Gah Beasts weren''t fully terrestrial. With a swish of limbs, Gah-Gah plunged into the water, followed by puzzled Gah-Gah Beasts. One caught sight of Gah-Gah¡¯s half-submerged head, hurriedly leading the others to follow suit. In water, the path was far wider than in the forest, and once the Gah-Gah Beasts caught up, Gah-Gah called a dozen swimming nearby. A party of twenty or so Gah-Gah Beasts swam inland along the riverbank. ... Dense fern forests blocked out the sunlight, with only a few rays slipping through their tight defenses to touch the river''s surface. Now, a few Gah-Gah Beasts cautiously hid beneath the water and plant cover. Contrary to preparation for an ambush, Gah-Gah realized they were the prey here. Earlier, the Gah-Gah Beasts found a river branch along the bank. Gah-Gah, enduring dryness, confirmed from a high point before leading them into the winding river snaking into the dense forest. At that time, Gah-Gah had no idea what the forest held. By the time they realized, two Gah-Gah Beasts had already fallen to predators hidden within. If not for Gah-Gah''s quick thinking to have them retreat into the water, this inland search might have ended without a trace. Underwater, Gah-Gah caught sight of one predator. Insects. "How can there be such large insects, or are Gah-Gah Beasts small?" Over time, Gah-Gah had come to see his species as middle-sized in the animal kingdom, and on Earth, they''d measure about one to two meters. This was part of the rationale for approximating their length at one meter. Based on that, the matured Gah-Gah now measured around 1.3 meters. In comparison, the observed predator insect was at least a meter long, with a wingspan of two to three meters. The Hunter Beetle, equipped with three pairs of membranous wings, three pairs of bladed limbs at its abdomen, and large compound eyes. Its wingspan was 2.5 meters, body length 1.1 meters, capable of rapid-flight attacks. "These are still insects? Damn." Back as a human, the largest insects were palm-sized spiders seen in online photos. Gah-Gah couldn''t quite accept these giant insects. Despite encountering various strange creatures before, none like these blocked the Gah-Gah Beasts'' landing attempts. Even surfacing was met with attacks from what Gah-Gah dubbed the Hunter Beetles. Most frustrating was the need for contact to conduct electricity in open air, given Gah-Gah Beasts'' limited energy storage. "Alright, you win." Bitterly snapping a dead branch, Gah-Gah didn''t worry about discovery. One was in water, and one was in air; as long as Gah-Gah didn¡¯t surface, the other couldn¡¯t reach him. "But I¡¯m not content. The previous unbeatable foes were all much stronger. This guy¡¯s just flaunting some wings." Studying the shadows flitting between the trees, "I¡¯ll try an ambush. If it doesn''t work, I''ll return and figure something else out." "Even if it fails, you¡¯ll know we Gah-Gah Beasts aren¡¯t easy prey," Gah-Gah challenged subtly, tail flicking as he neared the surface without surfacing. The large insect, the Hunter Beetle, noted the rippling water, drew closer, but quickly retreated into shadow. "Do you have any weaknesses?" A flying creature¡¯s body strength, or weight, couldn¡¯t be too great. Well, given its size, maybe not insignificant either. Its membranous wings looked dragonfly-like¡ªperhaps not overly water-sensitive, but fragile against a Gah-Gah Beast¡¯s power if attacked... "But with its speed, how can I strike?" Gah-Gah pondered, surveying his surroundings, eyes drifting back to the swift Hunter Beetle. "Above the water is your domain, but below is ours." Gah-Gah noticed the beetle''s abdominal limbs, equipped with bladed tips, key to its attacks. "It seems to charge prey, extending these limbs to slice open targets. Gah, what a grim tactic. Larger prey must be shredded..." "That''s how two Gah-Gah Beasts met their end." Gah-Gah felt a cold sweat as a bold ambush idea took shape. "Come join me, Hunter." Chapter 45: The Unfortunate Hunter "Target confirmed." "Hunter Beetle: creature of similar size class, flying type, speed-oriented." The clear water surface began to ripple as the Hunter Beetle, which had been circling the Gah-Gah Beasts in the water, instantly detected them and prepared to strike, camouflaged among the distant trees. "Looks like I have to play bait again, and this time the main attacker too," Gah-Gah lamented, feeling a bit tearful. Fully focused, Gah-Gah watched the beetle on the shoreline trees. The beetle was already secretly accelerating through the forest, and Gah-Gah believed that revealing enough of himself would prompt the creature to dive at him, leaving life-threatening wounds with its bladed limbs. Extending his mental perception to its utmost sensitivity, Gah-Gah first exposed his visible horn above the water, but the Hunter Beetle was uninterested in such a minor target, continuing its unpredictable flight through the forest. Slowly accumulating internal energy, Gah-Gah''s electrical power started building steadily. "All or nothing." With a determined heart, Gah-Gah raised his head entirely above the water, maintaining a position that would allow for a quick escape. Time ticked by, but the Hunter Beetle showed not the slightest intention of attacking. Neck... upper body... lower... "I can''t float up any further." "Darn it, do I have to crawl onto the shore for you, you bastard?" Why was this happening? Gah-Gah was puzzled why the beetle wasn''t attacking. He had made his presence obvious, yet there was no sign of an attack, not even a shadow? "Wait, no shadow..." "This isn''t good." Intensely focused on his all-around mental perception, Gah-Gah pushed his auditory senses to the maximum. The enemy''s shadow had vanished from the forest, likely a sign of imminent attack. Meanwhile, the Gah-Gah Beasts lurking just below the surface with pent-up energy also tensed. Whirr¡ª The sound of wings slicing through air came from the left rear. Without waiting to confirm the target, Gah-Gah released his electricity, enveloping himself in a powerful current. "Ouch!" Gah¡ª A sharp pain shot through his right shoulder, just as Gah-Gah realized a Hunter Beetle had appeared on his mental perception, its blade already embedded in his right shoulder. The electrical shock seemed effective, causing the beetle to pause briefly. Seizing the moment, despite his own brief pause from the shoulder injury, Gah-Gah twisted his head to bite the limb stuck in his shoulder. Whirr¡ª Just then, the beetle snapped out of its paralysis, flapping its wings to lift its body again. Its right wing sent a spray of water into the air, barely avoiding the snapping jaws of another Gah-Gah Beast that had leapt from the water. It seemed as if the beetle''s fragile wing had pulled the Gah-Gah Beast out of the river. But by then, Gah-Gah''s powerful jaws had clamped down, even as the blade withdrew from his shoulder, now holding a bloody limb piece. "Damn, wrong target." A tearing pain from his right cheek brought him back to reality; he''d bitten into part of the beetle''s limb and its sharp blade, slicing through his mouth. But Gah-Gah knew releasing it now meant losing everything. Sensing danger, the Hunter Beetle flapped its wings, trying to pull the limb from Gah-Gah''s mouth while thrusting other blades towards him.This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. "If I don''t pull you underwater, I..." Ignoring the incoming blades, Gah-Gah bit down hard, using his body''s strength to drag the beetle into the water. The lurking Gah-Gah Beasts were ready to strike as the beetle''s limb neared the water. But reality can be cruel. As Gah-Gah was about to drag the beetle''s limb underwater, the beetle''s appendage snapped under the tremendous tension, right at the root. The powerful lift of its wings sent the beetle soaring several meters high. The blades aimed at Gah-Gah only managed to scrape a faint spark against his scales before flying up along with the beetle''s body. And Gah-Gah, still clutching the blade that had wounded him, fell back into the swarm of Gah-Gah Beasts. "Failed." Ignoring the blade in his mouth, Gah-Gah furiously crunched it to pieces, spitting out the fragments and swallowing the remains. "Damn it, you could do that? What are you, a gecko or a beetle, you bastard... Ugh..." A dry heave overtook him, and Gah-Gah swallowed a few mouthfuls of river water in frustration. "Didn''t expect it to taste so bad." He glared at the Hunter Beetle overhead, which was still adjusting to its lost limb, green blood oozing from the stump. It wavered unsteadily, clearly not used to having flown so high so unexpectedly. "What now, do we really retreat to the riverbank and try something else?" Gah-Gah felt unwilling. If he couldn''t defeat this beetle, could he ever venture into the forest again, let alone aim to become terrestrial? Earlier, he''d been so close to success... "What to do?" "Another ambush?" Gah-Gah wasn''t sure if it would work twice on this beetle. Whirr¡ª "Hmm?" He turned his gaze back to the Hunter Beetle, still wobbling in the air. Whirr¡ª Whirr¡ª "No." Gah-Gah quickly scanned the surroundings; the sound was unmistakably coming from deeper within the forest. Whirr-whirr¡ªwhirr¡ªwhirr¡ª A dense buzzing approached, and shadows began to flicker in the forest depths as a fast-moving creature came into view. "Damn it, all this for one leg?" Countless Hunter Beetles emerged from the forest depths, leaving Gah-Gah speechless. He quickly led his companions to hide beneath the river''s depth. "You call this self-defense? That bug cornered us for ages and even killed two Gah-Gah Beasts. Do they need their whole extended family here?" Above, the Hunter Beetle still wobbled, oblivious to its incoming... reinforcements? "Is this some kind of summoning dance?" Gah-Gah wondered, confused. But reality seemed different, for better or worse. Hiding underwater, Gah-Gah watched the sky as countless flying insects blocked the sun. Leading the charge was a cluster of smaller insects, identities unclear to Gah-Gah. They flew beneath the confused Hunter Beetle without a glance at anything else. Then came the swarm of Hunter Beetles, ignoring their struggling comrade in the air, only veering aside as they neared it, their turbulence throwing it off-balance again. "Chasing those little ones? Just passing through?" Gah-Gah felt dumbfounded by his own conclusion. Before he could ponder further absurdities, a new twist arrived. Following the Hunter Beetle flyby was a larger swarm of various flying insects, mostly giant ones, but also some smaller beetles, a few even emitting sparks. "What on earth is happening? An insect flying marathon?" Gah-Gah thought it impossible. "Oh, what''s that? Huge, at least four meters long," a gigantic creature, nearly four meters in length with a six- or seven-meter wingspan and eight huge wings distributed along its body, grazed the perplexed Hunter Beetle, sending it spinning again. "The poor beetle, flying so high was its mistake." The Hunter Beetle felt this was its cursed day. First, losing a limb to prey, then getting disoriented by its kin''s turbulence¡ªusually solitary, why were they so united now, not even mating season. And as it sought revenge, something struck its back, destabilizing it once more. Oh dear, what did I just see? It turned to see the ruler of the sky, who had bumped into it, flying off anxiously into the forest. Did I survive? Maybe today was a bit lucky after all, the Hunter Beetle mused. Survived an ambush losing only one limb, witnessed a rare kin gathering outside mating season, even getting hit by the sky king and living. I should pursue my kin, see what''s up. Grateful to the forest, the Hunter Beetle turned to catch up, only to feel another collision, this time tinged with the paralysis of the ambush. What''s this? Magnetic Beetle! A shadow flew over the Hunter Beetle. Recognizing the perpetrator, the injured beetle felt another impact, its consciousness slipping away. These traffic rule violators! From beneath the water, Gah-Gah and company watched these aerial collisions, the perpetrators long gone. Gah-Gah didn''t consider chasing them down, thinking, "I''m no cop." They seemed like oval black beetles, forearms shaped like mantis scythes, smaller, with two more limb pairs behind and massive mandibles. But when they collided with the Hunter Beetle, visible currents transferred to it. Those sparks piqued Gah-Gah¡¯s interest, but his attention quickly shifted. ¡°So speechless!¡± Indeed, anyone would be dumbfounded seeing a long-chased enemy, one they failed to ambush, get road-killed by random passersby, then drop at their feet. "What''s going on, prey from the sky?" Gah-Gah was stunned. The situation shifted rapidly¡ªfrom ambush to the enemy dropping in barely a minute. But his companions weren¡¯t stunned. Instantly recognizing opportunity, the Gah-Gah Beasts bit into the fallen Hunter Beetle. Gah-Gah belatedly joined. "Siblings, for revenge, let''s dismember it." Confident it was indeed dead, Gah-Gah and several Gah-Gah Beasts tore into the unfortunate Hunter Beetle, ripping it apart. [20 Evolution Points Gained] [New Component Acquired] "What, it wasn''t dead?" Gah-Gah shook his confused head, "Well, it''s dead now. Poor thing, I¡¯ll remember you in food memory, marked by..." "A life of misfortune, tasted terrible in death." Chapter 46: Hell is Descending The Gah-Gah Beasts spit out chunks of beetle meat tinged with green blood, retreating from the now dismembered beetle''s corpse. The green liquid had polluted the water in that area. Though it wasn''t poisonous, the smell was enough to make Gah-Gah feel nauseous. At this moment, Gah-Gah shifted his focus to the sky above, where swarms of flying insects still blotted out the sun. The scene was reminiscent of the piranha encounter, yet different due to the diversity of creatures¡ªfrom the mighty, intimidating giant beetles to the smallest of insects¡ªall in a state of flight. Yes, anyone could see these creatures were fleeing from something. "What kind of creature could be so fearsome to drive so many to flee?" Gah-Gah pondered whether to turn and flee or stay hidden in the water. Venturing up for a look was out of the question; having learned his lesson, Gah-Gah wasn''t about to confront something terrifying enough to scare even the Hunter Beetles into fleeing en masse. The insect exodus continued, and Gah-Gah began to sense something off. "No matter how powerful, no creature should be able to drive away so many flying insects; this number is beyond locust swarms." Then Gah-Gah felt a tremor, a vibration through the water. He immediately directed all Gah-Gah Beasts to cease movement, excluding disturbances from small creatures and the displaced aquatic life, attentively observing the ripples in the water. Pebbles tumbled into the river, stirring up gentle ripples. The tremors intensified. As Gah-Gah absorbed the peculiar water movement with growing alarm, countless aquatic creatures swarmed his way before he could react, crashing into him. Thankfully, his larger size and the water cushioned the impact, preventing a repeat of the Hunter Beetle''s fate. Diving to the riverbed, Gah-Gah abandoned any attempt to monitor further water anomalies when he spotted a multitude of land animals racing by. Realization struck¡ªescape was now the only option. Every creature seemed to be fleeing. This wasn''t the doing of one or a few predators but a natural phenomenon. Water, land, and sky creatures all in flight, including those far stronger than the Gah-Gah Beasts, yet all were in frantic flight. Gah-Gah would be a fool not to follow suit. Commandeering the Gah-Gah Beasts, with their agile movements, they navigated the lower river, escaping along their original path, swiftly matching and even surpassing the general escape speed of other creatures. The sky dimmed, light waning visibly. "What¡¯s going on? It should only be midday," wondered Gah-Gah as he kept pace with the leading Gah-Gah Beasts, glancing upwards. Black smoke. In a fantasy world, Gah-Gah might attribute this to a great monster''s presence, but having yet to encounter anything supernatural, he surmised... Forest fire? Volcanic eruption?Stolen story; please report. Whatever it was, it surpassed ordinary and even epic creatures'' capabilities to withstand. Escape was the only choice. This understanding sated Gah-Gah''s curiosity momentarily, prompting a burst of speed toward safety. But where was safety? Could escape truly be possible? Such thoughts surfaced in Gah-Gah''s mind. Suddenly, Gah-Gah felt as though he''d hallucinated. Rather than his body''s temperature increasing due to exertion, it was... The water was warming. ... "Ah... Ah¡ª" Gah¡ª Countless Gah-Gah Beasts stood motionless on the broad riverbank. Blinking weary eyes, Gah-Gah opened his mouth, dragging himself from the sunbaked rock to the river''s edge, diving into the large river where other Gah-Gah Beasts frolicked. "Was it a dream?" Gah-Gah pondered in confusion. After sensing rising temperatures, he seemed to exit that dream-like world, finding himself in this familiar locale upon awakening. It mirrored his "dream," where they''d left¡ªthis very rock was the same one he''d lounged on. "Was it truly a dream?" Gah-Gah was more perplexed than ever, yet hesitant to check behind him due to memories of dense forest. Dream or not, if reality, survival through such a cataclysm seemed impossible. "Is the forest still there?" Compelled by curiosity¡ªand noticing many kin had returned to water unsettlingly¡ªGah-Gah surfaced, turning to the remembered forest. The dense forest swayed rhythmically in the wind, emitting nature''s song. "So it was a dream after all!" Relief washed over him as Gah-Gah chuckled at how a long absence of dreams had left him startled by one¡ªa joyous yet helpless reality. "Hehe." Breathing deeply, Gah-Gah inhaled fresh air, gazing up at the vast sky. "When will I fly like those giant insects in my dream, how... majestic..." In his eyes, deep within the distant forest, a looming black cloud emerged. Amid its silhouettes were those enviable flying insects of memory, followed by a screen of smoke. "Could... could it be... I''m still dreaming?" Gah-Gah wondered if he was still in slumber, lost in dreams. The insect swarm quickly closed in, just like in the dream, ignoring everything below as they streamed overhead across the wide river, reaching sparse forests on the other side. Nature was curious. This nearly kilometer-wide river had a gentle bank and dense forest on this side; the opposite¡ªa sheer cliff, its depths unseen, save for sparse plants along its edge. That was why the Gah-Gah Beasts had originally landed here. "Is this truly a dream?" Again looking at the vast insect swarm and the smoke following it, the once vibrant forest was swallowed in blackness, sunlight obscured by smoke, and darkness fell once more. "Dream or not, best to hide." This time, Gah-Gah resisted satisfying curiosity¡ªhe¡¯d already explored "dream" curiosity. Leading the Gah-Gah Beasts already swimming to the opposite bank, they moved frantically yet orderly. As Gah-Gah turned, his peripheral vision caught countless shadows rushing from the forest. Splash after splash sounded behind him as animals swarming the bank plunged into the water, heedless of their swimming ability. Overhead, winged creatures, wings scorched, occasionally plummeted. A bold principal consciousness might seize this chance to harvest evolution points and components, but Gah-Gah, tense and anxious, sought a crossing point opposite, guiding hundreds of kin. Scouring the far bank, he spotted a narrow crevice extending inward, decisively leading toward it. The air above the river shimmered with heat, and Gah-Gah''s head grew dizzy. Issuing a swift command, he had the Gah-Gah Beasts submerge for speed. Behind, swimming animals steadily crossed, while nonswimmers sank, amassing a new "shore" of bodies. Overhead, the frequency of dropping winged creatures increased. "Will we escape this time?" A drowsy thought crossed Gah-Gah''s hazy mind. "Is this a dream?" Pondering slowly, his body swam determinedly toward the crevice¡ªthen, hallucination hit once more. Not stemming from exertion, but rather... The water was warming. ... "Ah¡ª" Gah¡ª Blinking groggy eyes, Gah-Gah shook a heat-induced daze from his head, lying motionless on the rock. Surrounding him was the Gah-Gah Beast herd, sprawling over a vast area, not far from innumerable animals. Through the distorted air, Gah-Gah gazed across the river at what had been a lush, vibrant forest. The sun, blocked by pervasive smoke, was replaced by the fiery glow of the forest sacrificing itself, blazing like hellish red lotuses, instilling fear in all creatures. Below Gah-Gah¡¯s gaze, the wide river bore countless animal bodies¡ªsome drowned, others suffocated by smoke. Winged animals, wings burned, littered the water, and many more succumbed to scalding water. "Must still be dreaming." "Is this hell?" Chapter 47: River of Fate Most of the flames had died down, and countless animals that had narrowly escaped were hiding in safe places, staring blankly at the devastated world. No creature attacked another now, even if moments before the disaster they had been preying on each other. It was not out of intention or strength but perhaps due to shock or exhaustion. The cause of the catastrophe couldn''t be traced, and was impossible to determine. It might have been a lightning strike, a volcanic eruption, or even a heat attack from some creature¡ªlike an electric spark... What Gah-Gah did not know was that the fire had spread across nearly 80% of the central continent''s forests due to their dense concentration. It wasn''t that Gah-Gah couldn''t imagine it, but that he dared not. "How many lives were destroyed by such a fire?" "If the forests are all gone, what about oxygen? Do we have to return to the ocean?" At that moment, Gah-Gah reaffirmed his determination to develop a civilization, "Because at least with civilization, there is a potential to resist such forces." Looking back at the darkened land, Gah-Gah breathed a small sigh of relief. Most of his few hundred Gah-Gah Beasts survived due to their quick reaction, save for a few that were suffocated by smoke. But this was mainly because the small patch of land they inhabited was not far from the ocean, where the moisture helped prevent the smoke and embers from igniting the forest hidden in the darkness created by the smoke. "In the end, the ocean protected us," Gah-Gah mused, gazing at the hellish opposite shore, then turning to look at the ocean obscured by darkness and bewilderment. "This is why the ocean is considered the mother of life, while land is its conquest." Taking one last look at the hellish opposite shore and then at the countless animals around him still drowning in fear, Gah-Gah shook off the ashes clinging to him and turned away. With hundreds of Gah-Gah Beasts, he avoided these animals, gradually disappearing into the fog-laden, ocean-scented forest. "This time I''ll spare you; I''m not taking advantage now. Once you recover, come and be my prey, hmph!" ... ¡ù¡ù¡ù The thick smoke lingered for days. Because the consciousness''s perception of time differed from the world''s actual time, Gah-Gah wasn''t sure how long it had taken for the smoke to dissipate. It wasn''t until the Gah-Gah Beasts, who had taken refuge in the cool forest to escape the scorching air, were frozen awake one morning that the sky had cleared. But the land wasn''t so fortunate. The pervasive smoke hadn''t vanished suddenly but instead settled slowly over the ground, covering it with a thick layer of grey and white. "It''s so thick!" This was Gah-Gah''s first exclamation after struggling to get half his body out of the dust following his awakening from hibernation. One after another, Gah-Gah Beasts emerged from the dust around him, shaking off the bothersome ash that made them cough repeatedly. "Thankfully, being cold-blooded means just one meal can last a long time if no big movements are made; otherwise, without food for so long, we might have starved." Every coin has two sides, good and bad, "But I still prefer being warm-blooded; it provides more active time, without having to just sit and wait. Ah¡ªachoo¡ª" "These guys don¡¯t know to be careful, stirring up dust everywhere!" After letting out a long sneeze, Gah-Gah quickly moved away from the newly emerged Gah-Gah Beasts and began to lead the now-awakened Gah-Gah Beasts on a patrol around the group. Whether from dust or reduced oxygen, Gah-Gah felt his and the others'' breathing heavier than usual, leading many animals to sense danger and flee before Gah-Gah could approach, which frustrated him.This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. "Why didn''t I notice my body felt so heavy before?" Dragging his heavy body, Gah-Gah led the recuperated Gah-Gah Beasts toward the previous riverbank, "Let me see what the world looks like in the sunlight after the disaster." ... Time, in its callous dance, continued unabated, disregarding anything that stood in its path. The devastated forest gradually became buried under silt, transforming much of the once-green central continent into a yellow desert. Fortunately, the Gah-Gah Beasts hadn''t ventured deeply into it and had taken refuge in a surviving forest, avoiding the perilous desert existence where even water scarcity led to frantic races for survival. Somewhat reluctantly, Gah-Gah slipped into what he had christened the "River of Life," previously known to be the River of the Dead, as it had once been a scene of hell for millions, possibly billions, of corpses during the catastrophe. Initially, he had considered naming it the River Styx for its hellish aspect, but remembering this river and the ocean''s moisture had provided his kind an escape, he settled on "River of Life." "Wait, why am I thinking of the River Styx?" Suddenly shivering, Gah-Gah quickly shook the thoughts away, "Never mind, let''s consider it a memorial for those lost lives, River Styx or River of Life, a coincidence?" After swimming for a bit and replenishing surface moisture, Gah-Gah led a few dozen Gah-Gah Beasts to the opposite bank. With memory and analysis combined, Gah-Gah figured the other side might have animals with waterproof skin, which would significantly enhance his species¡¯ terrestrial range, unlike their current dependence on returning to water to maintain skin moisture. As for warm-blooded components, body temperature control, and the like, "It''s best to take one step at a time." Quietly lurking in the water by the riverbank, Gah-Gah had no intention of going ashore. Even with water-repellent skin, life still requires internal hydration, and this riverbank was the most convenient spot along the river for drinking¡ªan observation Gah-Gah had made after long-term observations from the water. Naturally, Gah-Gah wasn''t the only one aware of this; many large predators also lurked nearby. However, they seemed content to stay in their own territories, not provoking others unless prey appeared, at which point they''d spring into action. Gah-Gah Beasts wisely avoided the stronger animals, and securing a small ambush point against weaker carnivores, they began their vigil. High noon sunshine gradually passed, and a red sun began its descent to the west as two round moons appeared. A few potential prey animals ventured near the riverbank. Gah-Gah perked up, signaling the Gah-Gah Beasts to hold their breath, waiting for the prey to approach. But reality proved disappointing; as the prey neared the ambush site, an inexperienced animal among the ambushers impatiently leaped out too soon, scaring off the prey¡ªleaving them no chance to react. The rash beast was soon chastised and chased back into the river by an annoyed peer, indicating it wouldn''t be hunting here again today. "Rookie, never mind." Unable to react in time, Gah-Gah glanced at the dejected newcomer, reflecting on its impromptu lesson as it lingered in the water, seeking nimble aquatic prey. The sun sank slowly below the horizon, and under the twin moons'' glow, night fell. With low visibility and dropping temperatures, all amphibious hunters retreated into warmer water, with many leaving their ambush points to rest for the night. Gah-Gah, despite feeling sleepy, remained in the river near the bank. Some hunters'' departure had allowed the Gah-Gah Beasts to expand their ambush zone. In the chill moonlight, vague silhouettes appeared, likely wanting to replenish water supply under night''s cover. The silhouettes crept closer, revealing twenty or so fellow reptiles. Judging by their blunt teeth within short jaws, they were likely herbivorous, with sturdy limbs and slightly smaller bodies than Gah-Gah Beasts, topped with somewhat dry skin. "Not much to remark on. Let''s call you little dog beasts." Gah-Gah mused. Perhaps due to sparse hunters and nightfall''s concealment, the little dog beasts hadn''t detected danger. Led by a few, the group cautiously approached the riverbank to drink. Their small heads rippled the river surface, and one little dog beast, near Gah-Gah¡¯s position, caused Gah-Gah to instruct nearby Gah-Gah Beasts to stealthily circle the ripples, forming a small ring. Prolonged thirst seemed to have given the little dog beasts some water-storage adaptation, as the current one guzzled vast amounts, its upper belly noticeably swelling. "Another useful component." Gah-Gah''s eyes gleamed (hypothetically), carefully advancing with each slosh as the little dog beast drank. Suddenly, the little dog beast raised its head, sensing something, the small round holes at the back of its head¡ªpresumably ears¡ªturning with it. In the stillness of the moonlit riverside, aside from the drinking sounds and the faint footsteps of a few herbivores arriving from behind, there was little else. After a brief scan and sensing no threat, the little dog beast bent its neck again, lowering its short mouth to the river, allowing Gah-Gah, with only one body length away, to relax, loosening his grip on submerged plants and lifting his order restricting the accompanying Gah-Gah Beasts¡¯ movements. Gah-Gah noticed that, due to the direct order restraint, several upstream Gah-Gah Beasts had silently drifted to just half a body length below the little dog beast, their horns nearly piercing the surface. "Oops, should have used the current too." Having discovered a good ambush method, Gah-Gah immediately applied it, feeling out the current''s flow and calculating his drift position, gently gliding forward toward the prey. Suddenly, the sound of something heavy splashing into the water startled all the riverside animals. Chapter 48: Evolution "Damn, attack." Although they hadn''t reached the optimal position for an assault, they couldn''t miss the opportunity. As the small dog beasts on the riverbank turned their heads toward the source of the sound in surprise, the GaGa creatures immediately swung their limbs and tails, their bodies surging with electricity as they charged rapidly toward their prey on the shore. This was a method GaGa had discovered by accident¡ªreleasing electricity during a sprint could effectively increase their speed, though the principle behind it was unknown. The sound startled the entire riverbank, and almost every creature reacted to it. However, the hunters were evidently quicker to react than most of their prey, as they were already highly alert. The riverbank, which had seemed to host only a dozen small animals before, now saw its population of creatures more than double. Biting down on its prey before having a chance to retract its forelimbs, GaGa immediately launched an electrical attack on the small dog beast, something that had become second nature. The small dog beast, suddenly ambushed and desperate to flee the riverbank, was swiftly caught by GaGa''s bite on its forelimb. As it tried to break free, several GaGa creatures caught up and clamped down on it, and the electric shock hit simultaneously. After some minimal resistance, the small dog beast convulsed and collapsed, quickly being dragged into the water by the GaGa creatures. ... During the meal ... While sharing the food, GaGa noticed the plump water sac within the small dog beast, which would be advantageous for survival in the desert. "What was that sound?" GaGa, after a hearty meal, grew curious about the sudden noise earlier. Although it didn''t significantly affect its actions, it was a good way to break up the monotony. But by then, the riverbank had been transformed. The surviving prey had long fled, land predators fought over the delicacies before them, and dozens of amphibious predators enjoyed their meals at the riverbank¡¯s edge, with other GaGa creatures having also caught some small animals. "The haul was pretty good." ... End of the meal ... In the following period, GaGa creatures remained around the riverbank. Even though the river¡¯s width had reduced from nearly a kilometer to about a hundred meters, the riverbed seemed to be widening. Compared to the barren central continent, this was already a paradise, not to mention the increasingly dense jungle on the small land across the river and the emerging patches of green on this side. After hunting sufficient land reptiles, the breeding season once again arrived in a section of the river dominated by GaGa creatures. There was a decent high ground on the riverbank, which could serve as a breeding point. "Perhaps after this editing process, this phase will be complete, GaGa..." ... Time skips by (off it goes) ... "So, did the so-called age of giant insects end just as I was beginning to experience it, due to a forest fire?" Back in the biological editing space, Jia''er felt a sense of melancholy after learning about the forest fire''s details from 8051. Even though these giant insects posed a significant threat to those with internal skeletons like himself. "This is how it is: you live in nature. As you are now, you lack the strength to resist nature, let alone harness or create it," 8051 pointed out. "So how can one gain the strength to resist nature, 8051?" "You know the answer to that, don''t you? There¡¯s more than one path to any goal," 8051 replied with a question. "Civilization, then? Is there anything else?" "Most primary consciousness planets are systematically selected. Their ecosystems develop steadily, supporting life without catastrophic events that cause mass extinction. These are considered superior ecological worlds. The arrangement of primary consciousness''s ecological planets generally follows a development similar to the primary consciousness''s original civilized home planet, but an exact match is impossible. Only a few planets are randomly selected second-class special environment planets, which may lead to unique civilizations but also come with significant risks." "What about the Dual Moon Star?" "It''s certainly a superior one. You aren¡¯t lucky enough to land on a special environment planet," 8051 reassured. "Hmm..." "Yes, isn''t it superior? Right, 8051 interjected assertively." "You''re reading my mind again, aren''t you?" "No, your responses are too predictable." "Are you calling me stupid?" Furious ==# "I never said that. You''re just simple, not quite an idiot," 8051 genuinely explained. "I..." Furious ==## "Well, you do enjoy a simple life, don¡¯t you? What''s wrong with being straightforward?" 8051 was puzzled by the reaction of the primary consciousness. "Alright, let''s not discuss this further. Let''s continue with my editing." "So, focus on evolving well. Worry about those complex, unnecessary things after achieving civilization," 8051 enthusiastically advised on what the primary consciousness should focus on right now. "Alright, alright, thank you." "Good, 8051 is pleased to see the primary consciousness seemingly accepting its suggestion." Despite finding 8051''s growing emotional richness amusing, Jia''er felt increasingly vulnerable. "What''s going on here?" Jia''er felt a bit sad, "Am I a pathetic masochist..." "What kind of nonsense conclusion is this? I absolutely refuse."Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. Waving the consciousness body that now had a rough head, limbs, and torso, Jia''er began selecting components gathered in recent times for further editing. Egg-laying... obtained from a large predator attempting to drink from the river at dawn; Waterproof skin... donated by the small dog beast; Reptilian internal organ system... provided by that generous large predator; Water sac... generously contributed by the small dog beast, for which we are grateful; After assembling and rearranging various body components, the new evolutionary components were roughly installed. Observing the evolution body''s largely unchanged appearance, Jia''er began merging consciousness with the three-dimensional image to make detailed adaptations for terrestrial life. ... Time wriggled by in boredom ... "Ga¡ªGa¡ª" No misunderstanding, it''s still the GaGa sound. Initially, Jia''er found the sound unpleasant, but as a creature¡ªwell, let''s say as Jia''er¡ªit''s peculiar. Even if you don''t like something at first, over time some sentiment can develop. Thus, after testing various vocal components and finding none superior, Jia''er decided to keep it, for habits are hard to change. (Despite the fact that Jia''er is now non-human, as noted above ==) Running across the vast desert, Jia''er swung limbs and long tail, feeling awkward. "What''s going on here?" Halting the movement, the fine scales appeared from a distance like gray-yellow skin. The horn on the forehead lengthened slightly, and two spikes emerged at the tail''s end. Jia''er had wanted to add two spikes to the tail while in water, but the risk of snagging aquatic plants or dense terrestrial vines delayed this addition until now, amidst the largely barren continental landscape. Experimenting with movements throughout the body, Jia''er sensed bodily responses before exiting the fusion state to thoroughly explore the reasons for bodily discord when moving. "8051, do you know why I feel uncomfortable?" "I do," 8051 stated calmly. "You actually know!" Jia''er asked offhandedly and was surprised by 8051¡¯s affirmative response. ¡°What''s the reason?¡± Given 8051''s system position, it seemed 8051 was quite useful. "Please discover it yourself," 8051 continued to copy and paste. "¡­¡­" "Alright, I got played." "I indeed know, but the system doesn''t allow such help. It''s up to the primary consciousness to figure it out," 8051 quickly explained, regretting having answered at all. "Never mind, these things are indeed about personal perception." Reflecting on the previous discomfort, which always occurred during running. "Could it be from spending too much time in water, making terrestrial activity feel less natural?" "That''s possible." "After all, since arriving in this world, my awareness of time spans decades or centuries, not counting the actual billions of years." "And so I continue to ignore it," clearly, Jia''er is not willing to accept the billion-year metric. "Why do I have to evolve step by step like Earth''s biological development?" Looking at the quadrupedal reptilian body, Jia''er caught a spark of inspiration. "I haven''t discovered it yet, but why not evolve directly into a bipedal stance? Summon the enthusiasm from completing the first vertebral structure¡ªlet''s go..." ¡°Changing the angle, length, and strength of the hind leg bones combined with detailed bodily adjustments should suffice. With my Skeletal Architect ability, I can easily perform such transformations. What a fool I am.¡± Promptly, Jia''er poured enthusiasm into this bipedal modification. "The primary consciousness Jia''er often unexpectedly develops fervor for certain matters," 8051 observed about the primary consciousness. Focused on the modification experiment, Jia''er didn''t hear these words. ... Amidst the sandy wasteland, occasional plant clusters added specks of green to the monotonous world, disrupted by skeletons visible everywhere. Not far off, a great river carved through barren land, its banks lined with lush greenery gradually replacing the yellow with persistent green. Running joyously across the sand, leaving a long trail of dust, Jia''er headed towards the great river. Beneath the brilliant sunlight, Jia''er''s newly transformed body was revealed. Two legs with wide feet and sturdy thighs supported the entire body, while a slender tail tipped with two spikes swung with each stride. The forelimbs, more like feet than hands, swung uselessly from the shoulders. Looking at these "hands" in frustration, Jia''er reached the riverbank, speechless. "What''s going on here? Why can''t they be modified into hands? No matter how I change them, they''re just stunted forelimbs." Now resembling a bipedal dinosaur like a raptor, Jia''er''s bipedal stance was easily achieved via skeletal modifications and balance trials. While not aiming to become primate-like immediately, Jia''er realized that such a form offered no significant advantage at this time. "Moreover, it seems I need to find the hand component." Abandoning further forelimb modifications, Jia''er recalled an oceanic component. Electric Tentacles. Though boneless, they could wrap around objects to some extent due to muscular curling. Being boneless allowed full range of movement, even squeezing through gaps¡ªa good substitute before flexible hands emerged. "GaGa, I''m becoming a tentacle monster." Laughing mischievously at memories of certain restricted human scenes, Jia''er exited the fusion state and accessed the component showcase, retrieving the long-neglected electric tentacles. With an evolution value of 30, the electric tentacles were quite cost-effective compared to now predominantly triple-digit components. Quickly, the hands were replaced, each hand now sporting three half-meter-long electric tentacles. Additionally, the once-representative nape tentacles reappeared, aligned along the spine with three tentacles each over a meter long, resembling hair falling from the nape to offer dorsal protection. For enhanced mobility and environmental perception, the black scales and reinforced hide were replaced by newly acquired waterproof skin with fine scales, reducing defense but significantly boosting flexibility and tactile sensitivity. The mouth was swapped for a sharp-toothed carnivore''s mouth obtained from a generous land predator. After multiple minor adjustments, another round of editing was nearly complete. "Is this a dinosaur-tentacle monster hybrid?" 8051 remarked, observing the primary consciousness''s new form. "Uh... more or less, hehe." "Then, are you done editing?" Testing movements again, the three tentacles on one hand discharged electricity, with tiny sparks flickering through the narrow gaps, indicating these weren''t ordinary tentacle claws but electrified ones. "No discomfort remains." Exiting the fusion state, Jia''er''s consciousness body had gradually taken humanoid shape as a bipedal entity. Curiously flexing limbs, Jia''er gazed into the void. "Name it." "Tentacle GaGa Beast. Hehe, GaGa Beast evolves to Tentacle GaGa Beast." "Planning to super-evolve it into what?" 8051 was curious. "Uh... I¡¯ll think about it later." "¡­¡­" "Tentacle GaGa Beast Terrestrial Creature Evolution Value: 11 Life: 200/200 Attack: Electric Horn (40) x3, Sharp-toothed Mouth (80), Electric Tentacles (5) x3, Electric Tentacle Claws (20) x2, Concentrated Electric Attack (300) Defense: Fine Scaley Waterproof Skin (80) (Enhanced Electric Defense) Speed: 15 Senses: Touch, Vision, Taste, Smell, Hearing Reproduction: Eggs Species Evaluation: Carnivorous Population Evaluation: Military Force The evolved creature can now survive on land, nearing entry into the terrestrial world. As the new world unfolds before you, how will you react to the terrestrial realm?" "Swim speed canceled, I get it, terrestrial creature, but why did land speed drop so much? In a bipedal state, it should be faster than those with short, stubby legs." "It''s not reduced; it''s converted to your previous measurement unit. Remember, since you haven''t delineated time accurately, it defaults to your former time, but the scale has been set by you and is accepted. Hence, top speed is now 15 km/h." "Was that initial GaGa Beast¡¯s length 1 meter? Quite basic, yet accepted. Does this mean any measurement I or civilization defines will replace what''s here?" "Mostly so." "What do you mean mostly?" "Discover on your own." "GaGa..." "Alright, editing ends here. Goodbye, 8051." "Species editing completed, exiting biological editing space." "Overall electricity surpasses 300, with electrical cells exceeding 60%, meeting the requirement, magnetic sense emerges." "To meet body needs, the brain evolves to Level 1." "Brain reaches Level 1, brain evolution tasks initiated." "Meeting terrestrial requirements, aquatic life phase completed." "This day finally comes. After 160 million years of evolution, your species, through unity and cooperation under your leadership, has finally left the ocean¡¯s embrace, stepping onto land. The future beckons. This phase, you¡¯ve earned the titles of Medic and Seeker. Your species gains the Survivor of Catastrophes title. For now, return to the biological editing space to bid farewell to the aquatic world." "Entering biological editing space, primary consciousness transfer." "Uh... 8051, I¡¯m back." "¡­¡­" Chapter 49: Mission "Uh... um... 8051, I''m back again." [...] "Uh-oh, is it awkward now?" "Forget it, the system''s reaction time is really quick this time," 8051 couldn''t help but remark. "So then..." Observing around, Jia''er noticed the scenery remained unchanged, "After completing the phase, shouldn''t the space evolve? Why hasn''t it changed?" "Are you someone who only focuses on appearances?" 8051 pondered, feeling it might have misunderstood the primary consciousness. "What do you mean by that? I''m an exemplary creature who values inner qualities the most!" "Oh, really? Then tell me, what inner aspect of space evolution do you value?" "..." "Nothing, right." "Tch... isn''t it your job as a helper to tell me about these changes?" "In the end, it still relies on me," 8051 commented on the fact. "..." "Alright, let''s stop teasing you..." Teasing ==# "This time, the system upgrade hasn''t brought much change to the space''s appearance. In fact, it''s constantly changing according to your external environment. But you shouldn''t focus on the space''s environmental changes; those are auxiliary aspects. So, what is the main function of the biological editing space?" 8051 prompted. "Biological editing." "Correct. Looks like you still remember. The main evolution of the space is related to biological editing capabilities. Hmm, since your body is still being perfected, let''s put that aside and check out the other features." 8051 suggested. "The other features?" "Yes, let''s first talk about the titles you earned in the last phase. Starting with the Healer title." "Healer Awarded for the primary consciousness''s excellent performance in diagnosing and treating injuries and illnesses during biological evolution. Primary consciousness title." "The Healer is a primary title but still quite useful. Nature holds countless dangers, not only from animals but also from plants that have evolved various abilities to survive, such as toxins. With the Healer title, the primary consciousness can instinctively sense if nearby plants pose a threat and has a certain probability of detecting plants with healing properties when injured or poisoned." "A certain probability... does it only work for the primary consciousness?" "Yes, because it''s a primary consciousness title, not a species title." "It would be great if every species member could use it, but it''s still a good self-defense ability." "Miner Seeker Awarded for the primary consciousness''s valuable experience in mineral searching during biological evolution. Primary consciousness title." "Miner Seeker is also a primary title. Every planet contains a vast array of minerals. With this title, the primary consciousness can determine the direction of the nearest concentration point of minerals by evaluating environmental factors like soil, plants, and air content. I don''t need to explain its importance, right?" "Indeed, this way, at least I won''t have to worry about the scarcity of calcite for my species, reminiscent of past troubles. Plus, before entering this space, the low egg-laying rates due to mineral shortages were a concern." "However, it would be better if these were species titles. It would make exploration much easier." Jia''er thought about how much simpler life would be if Healer and Miner Seeker were species titles. "By the way, how is it decided whether it''s a primary consciousness or species title?" "Primary consciousness titles are based on the actions of the individual consciousness, while species titles are based on the species group''s performance. You should understand this." "Hmm, I guess since both healing and mining were my individual activities, they weren''t rewarded to the species. I''ll have to be more mindful in the future. Speaking of which, is the Disaster Survivor title due to facing earthquakes, storms, forest fires, and such?"Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. "Indeed, you were quite fortunate. Despite so many disasters, your species¡¯ loss rate didn''t exceed 30%," 8051 genuinely praised. "Uh... well... let''s call it good luck." (Though good luck would mean not encountering them at all.) "Disaster Survivor Awarded for the species under the primary consciousness''s control that has survived multiple large-scale natural disasters without fundamental losses despite the absence of direct guidance from the primary consciousness. Intermediate species title." "It''s actually intermediate this time." "Yes, even the system commends your species'' performance. The Disaster Survivor intermediate title grants your current and future evolved species instinctual pre-warning abilities for earthquakes, storms, and large-scale fires, along with some positive reaction abilities, like escaping. Overall, it amounts to disaster warnings and escape instincts." "All future evolved species? Does this apply even to those not under my control?" "Yes, that''s one of the effects of intermediate and higher-level species titles." "Well... oh, it''s done." The glow symbolizing completion on the three-dimensional image gradually subsided, revealing the optimized Tentacle GaGa Beast''s form. Overall, there weren''t many changes¡ªjust subtle adjustments to various body parts to enhance structural cohesion, like smoothing the junctions of the electro-tentacles and the brain, making the Tentacle GaGa Beast a complete organism rather than merely a tentacle-adorned bipedal dinosaur hybrid. "The planet''s outer layer consists of several tectonic plates, initially colliding in primordial oceans. One plate subducted, descending to the mantle, where high temperatures melted it. The lighter molten material rose, the heavier sank. Once cooled on the surface, this material became part of the crust. Continued compression folded the lighter crust into mountain ridges. Accumulating lighter materials eventually emerged above sea level, forming the first lands. "After 160 million years of evolutionary changes, your species transitioned from shallow seas to rivers, rivers to land, surviving several natural disasters. The emergence of independent consciousness among individuals laid the foundation for independent thought, heralding the dawn of civilization. The development of the brain also enabled better survival and evolution. With firm steps, you''ve trodden on land, marking the birth of a new land species. The land is beneath your feet; march towards the future. "From this moment, you''ve left the aquatic world to evolve into terrestrial beings. "Here''s a summary of your aquatic phase for Transcender #14939 Jia''er: "Phase duration: 1.6 billion years (Rating: Good) "Evolved form: Electric Horn, Sharp-toothed Mouth, Electric Tentacle Claw, Reptilian Legs, Wide Feet, Electric Tentacles, Fine Scaley Waterproof Skin, Tentacle GaGa Beast''s Internal System, Level 1 Brain, Sexual Reproduction by egg-laying, Touch, Vision, Taste, Smell, Hearing, Magnetic Sense. (Excellent+) "Through prolonged evolutionary changes, your terrestrial species have been rated as Excellent by the system." "Looks like I have a lot to ask, but the earlier process of land formation really felt immersive and captivating. 3D movies can''t compare." "¡­¡­" "So, what to ask first? Brain? Magnetic Sense? Internal System?..." "If you''re uncertain, I can start by introducing this phase''s characteristics and the space evolution," 8051 offered. "Okay, go on." "First, this phase''s characteristics mainly center on tasks. Surviving on land is fundamental, and for a primary consciousness reaching this stage, no further explanation is needed. "The uniqueness of this phase lies in tasks; most are non-mandatory. Even if tasks aren''t completed, besides lacking rewards, there are no penalties, including the main brain evolution tasks. This leads to your earlier question about the Level 1 Brain, but first, let''s talk about the tasks." "There are three total brain evolution tasks; they''re called main tasks. Whether each task is completed, there¡¯s no penalty¡ªthough it''ll be some time before similar tasks reappear. Completing each task advances your species'' brain by one level, unlocking specific brain functions across individuals at each level. Once you complete the third task, the Civilization Path task will activate." "Civilization Path task!" "That''s for later discussion; even now, I only know its name. Or I could say, ''Please explore on your own,'' as suggested by 8051." "Tch..." Darn system. "The name suggests the Civilization Path task is about developing or being judged as having developed civilization. What if I develop civilization before completing the three brain evolution tasks?" "I know this: if that happens, your brain tasks will halt, directly initiating the civilization tasks. But having an excellent brain will significantly impact further civilization development... for social civilizations, at least." "Social civilizations? Are there other types of civilizations?" "Please explore on your own," 8051 finally uttered comfortably, having been able to say those words. "¡­¡­" "Alright, go on." "Now, about the Level 1 Brain. It''s merely a division¡ªcompared to your previous memory-type brain, a Level 1 Brain better accommodates higher individual independent consciousness. Previously, an individual''s brain capacity was 1; now, it''s 2. It might seem minor but effectively doubles the consciousness you gain from species individuals..." "Wait, can we quantify consciousness for consistency? It''s confusing to re-explain every time." "Yes, that''s part of this space evolution. Of course, it still requires the primary consciousness to activate, so set a baseline first." "Let''s set the baseline as 1, representing the average independent consciousness when individual consciousness first emerged." "Confirm?" "Confirm." "Done." "¡­¡­" "¡­¡­" "Alright, isn''t there a notification or something?" "No need; next time you check the information panel, it''ll be there." "Oh, like this?" "Tentacle GaGa Beast Terrestrial Creature Evolution Value: 11 Life: 200/200 Consciousness: 7 (average value for adults) / 83 (maximum value) Primary Consciousness: 197 Attack: Electric Horn (40) x3, Sharp-toothed Mouth (80), Electric Tentacles (5) x3, Electric Tentacle Claws (20) x2, Concentrated Electric Attack (300) Defense: Fine Scaley Waterproof Skin (80) (Enhanced Electric Defense) Speed: 15 Senses: Touch, Vision, Taste, Smell, Hearing, Magnetic Sense Reproduction: Eggs Species Evaluation: Carnivorous Population Evaluation: Military Force Consciousness gradually increases under the support of kin, as the terrestrial phase begins. Faced with a terrestrial world entirely different from the ocean, how will you proceed?" Chapter 50: Breaking Out of the Shell Jia''er carefully inspected the information panel, noting that the changes were minor, only showing consciousness and magnetic sense as new attributes. "The difference between the average and the maximum value is that big?" "That''s potential," 8051 replied. "You mentioned before that consciousness controls spirit. Can spirit be quantified as well? I recall that in games, they use something called mental power." "Yes, spirit can be quantified, but it doesn''t need to be displayed directly. Based on the previous consciousness standard, we can set the initial spirit amount when independent consciousness first emerged at 10. Does that work for you?" "Yes, that''s fine." "Now, because the consciousness of ordinary individuals is untrained and diffuse, the ratio of consciousness to spirit is 1:10. This means 1 unit of consciousness controls 10 units of spirit. You can calculate it yourself. When consciousness reaches 100, it begins to condense automatically, and at 300, it takes form. Of course, these are untrained standards. How you train it is up to you. As for the primary consciousness, your consciousness to spirit ratio is 1:30. Please explore ways to utilize mental power on your own." "Uh... 8051." "Now, about magnetic sense. Seventy-five percent of your body is composed of polarized cells. This is a very high standard, neither good nor bad. However, because your total electric charge has reached 300, the Tentacle GaGa Beast can now sense magnetism, just as it senses heat or wind. If you''re detailed, you might even sense the planetary magnetic field. Please explore how you will develop this further on your own." "Uh, 8051." "Hmm?" "Don''t get addicted to saying ''please explore on your own.''" "......" "Now, about the internal system." "Don''t ignore me!" "It''s quite simple; it''s just that your previous reptilian internal system had some additions, like the water sack. Then, when the phase completion perfected the body, all parts were adjusted for cohesion, evolving the internal system to best suit the present form of the Tentacle GaGa Beast. So, really, it''s just a naming thing. So, did you have anything else to add?" 8051 looked at the primary consciousness. "Never mind, go on." "I''m asking you to explore on your own because I also don''t know everything. Now, about the evolution of the space." "Ah, okay." "Firstly, quantification¡ªsome aspects have been quantified to help the primary consciousness understand better and to describe certain things more accurately. If the primary consciousness has no objections, some quantifications will maintain the system''s standards." "No objections." "Alright, then your presence in the space each time is limited to the time equivalent to 30 days on the Dual Moon Star. This doesn''t necessarily mean a month on Dual Moon Star. The specific Dual Moon Star calendar will only exist once the primary consciousness or its species'' civilization comes up with a calendar, as they currently can''t independently calculate the current calendar due to different time perceptions." "External factors. Hmm, hehe." "......" "For biological editing, the previous method is continued, but there are changes. The primary consciousness can now use evolution points to enhance certain components. For example, your lengthened bipedal legs now paired with wide feet can achieve a speed of 15 through cooperation of body parts. If you spend 100 evolution points to upgrade, speed can increase to 20. Since the body is a whole, enhancing one component involves adjustments throughout the body. The higher the upgrade level, the more adjustments are needed, like strengthening the heart or altering muscle density when upgrading legs. 8051 noted and continued." "Since each body part has a limit, infinite enhancement is not possible. Moreover, with each enhancement, the evolution points required increase. For instance, bipedal legs need 100 points for the first upgrade, 300 for the second, and 1000 for the third. Replacing an upgraded component requires upgrading from its basic state. Returning components only refund their base evolution points, not the points spent on upgrades. Additionally, component upgrades generally boost potential or peak values, meaning max standards aren''t instantly achieved at birth or without training. Being a commentator is truly taxing!" 8051 remarked. "Another change in the space is that it''s more like the outside world now, though still devoid of us or any life aside from basic plants."This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. "Oh, dizzy." "Think slowly if you''re dizzy. I''ll continue." 8051 ignored the primary consciousness''s slow thinking pace and resumed its task. "Currently, Tentacle GaGa Beast''s upgradable components are as follows:" "Vocal Cords Can be upgraded to level five (can speak like humans at level three). Mainly affects: Brain, Mouth, and Hearing. Next level requirement: 50." "Bipedal Legs Can be upgraded to level four, enhancing speed and load capacity. Mainly affects: Feet, Skeleton, Heart, Brain, Muscle. Speed: 15 (current)¡ª¡ª20 (next level). Next level requirement: 100." "Electric Tentacle Claws Can be upgraded to level three, enhancing flexibility and grip strength. Mainly affects: Muscle, Brain. Next level requirement: 100." "Electric Tentacles Can be upgraded to level three, enhancing binding, flexibility, and whipping strength. Mainly affects: Muscle, Brain. Next level requirement: 80." Continuous information panels surrounded Jia''er''s consciousness. He glanced around in silence, perusing the descriptions to confirm what he needed to understand and his future objectives. "Is that all?" "Yes, that''s pretty much it. Everything unsaid requires the primary consciousness to explore¡ªbeep!¡ªthose areas." 8051 checked the memory bank while responding. "Got it, everything else needs¡ªbeep!¡ª. Seriously, why does the system create so many areas requiring¡ªbeep!¡ª? Can''t it just show everything?" "That''s all to train you primary consciousnesses. Training." 8051 emphasized sternly. "Alright, alright." "With only 11 evolution points, I can''t do much. That¡¯s enough for now." "If only I had accumulated more before coming in." "By the way, how do tasks appear? Do they show up once I leave?" "I can only say tasks aren''t immediately available; you need to trigger them. Additionally, main tasks aren''t fixed and are tailored to the primary consciousness''s conditions. As for how to trigger them, that''s for you to¡ªbeep!¡ªfigure out," 8051 calmly stated. "¡­¡­" "By the way, if I upgrade my vocal cords, what sounds will I be able to make?" "Probably things like ah ah, oh oh, hmm, but definitely not ''yamete,'' that would be level three," 8051 considered before responding. "¡­¡­ Sweat, what have you been looking at in my memory?" "Nothing much. You should ask what you have in your memory," 8051 replied casually. "Uh, never mind." "Oh, do I need to rename again?" "No need, since you didn''t edit this time. Regarding component upgrade evolution, unless there''s a significant change in body form, like growing wings, renaming isn''t required. But you can if you want." "Good, naming is troublesome, and I can''t just use an ordinary one." "All your names are ordinary," 8051 lightly criticized. "What?" "Nothing. So, are you going to confirm completion?" "Yes, let''s confirm completion. The terrestrial world¡ªI¡¯m looking forward to it." "Species..." "Oh, right, bye, 8051." "Alright, then. Species editing complete. Exiting biological editing space." As it went dark, Jia''er left the biological editing space world. "Interesting life. When reaching civilization, should I stay? Time normalizes post-civilization... I''ll ponder it slowly; after all, I''ve been around for so long." The ethereal voice echoed in the space, which was now empty of any life. ... All around was darkness... "What¡¯s this situation?" Clumsily maneuvering its head and limbs to stretch outward, it felt like there was a wall surrounding him, sticky all over but without a sense of suffocation, just warmth and still air. "Could it be..." Tentacle GaGa (let''s just call it GaGa, adding "Tentacle" feels strange¡ªnot that there''s any discrimination or anything). GaGa considered the closest possibility. With force, it stretched its limbs, striking the wall encasing it. Thunk! "No reaction, pretty hard. Let''s try again!" This time, pulling its limbs and neck inward within the cramped space, it gathered strength and even used weak internal currents to stimulate its limbs for another push. Thunk... Crack! Light seeped through the cracks, and a breeze blew in, making GaGa shiver. The head pierced out with the horn first, limbs followed through the cracks. Wiggling its limbs, the left foot felt solid ground, then dizziness struck, causing GaGa, still with an egg shell like a turtle''s shattered shell, to lose balance and fall, the shell breaking further to free the nape tentacle. "Darn, the head won''t come out." Fidgeting limbs and neck, the head remained stuck in the eggshell. "Goodness, me, the great primary consciousness, can''t even get out of an eggshell. Gah¡ª" Pulling all limbs and tentacles back into the shell, gathering strength for another hit at the intact shell part. Crack! "Oh, sunlight, I finally see you." (Finally born =.=) Azure sky, white clouds, and the sun that warms the world. Suddenly, a shadow loomed. "What¡¯s that?" Struggling, GaGa wobbled to stand, legs still weak but aided by the tail to stabilize the young body. A giant face appeared before GaGa, almost toppling the newly standing creature. A closer look revealed it to be an adult female Tentacle GaGa Beast. "Phew, don''t pop up like that; you scared me." Gently lifting GaGa with tentacle claws, the adult Tentacle GaGa Beast used its tongue to clean the mucus and eggshell, though reluctant, GaGa held its breath and stood still, unable to articulate the feeling in its newly stirring heart. Once the newborn creature was cleaned, the adult Tentacle GaGa Beast focused on another hatching creature nearby. Similarly relieved yet slightly disappointed, GaGa also turned its gaze to the new creature. "What''s this, can''t even get out of the shell," GaGa thought, feeling gleeful at the sight of the creature only extending its head and two legs. GaGa then shifted its focus to the surroundings. Hundreds of adult Tentacle GaGa Beasts came into view, dozens of nests hatching young ones, averaging two to four per nest. "Looks like the current task is to locate an electric mineral mine, as relying on naturally available amounts only allows for two to three eggs per nest, with some failing to hatch." "Reproduction numbers, besides previously considered external and internal factors, are also limited by the nutrients needed for newborns. It''s good you thought of those factors," 8051 praised the primary consciousness. This was the response from 8051 when asked about reproduction numbers in the space. Then GaGa noticed all the newly hatched creatures began consuming their eggshells once cleaned by the adult Tentacle GaGa Beast. "Conservation... huh?" Turning to its own shell, GaGa took a bite. "After eating raw meat for so many years, why fear this?" "Mmm, sweet and sugary, tastes a bit like candy." Crunch! Swallowing the eggshell in a few bites, GaGa glanced at the bulging belly, satisfied with a contented burp. "So, what¡¯s next...?"