Chapter 911: Chapter 908: Huhu, Drink This—It’s Nutritious and Gives You Strength

"I, for one, hate cliffhangers. Today, if you don’t make things clear to me, don’t blame me for using the Cosmic Triangular Hammer to put a big hole in your backside!"

Master Fuli, riding a silver-white giant bird, stood in the void, his nine tails swaying, holding a large hammer, questioning the purple-black fungal humanoid.

Both the First Epoch and the Second Epoch perished one after the other, but when they left, they left many traces or some immortal old monsters on Blue Star’s land.

The First Epoch is ancient, and while the items they left created the Longevity Club, they wouldn’t cause any city-destroying disasters. However, the "vacuum cleaner" and immortals hidden by the Second Epoch on Blue Star were undeniably rare heirlooms.

There was no one to ask before, but now that I’ve caught the right one, not running it dry would be a waste of the brain cells I once lost.

The Second Epoch left treasures for humanity, even the First Epoch did as well; it’s just unknown where they’re hidden.

"Hmm..."

The fungal humanoid, in the process of reclaiming the fungal blanket, saw Master Fuli blocking his way and let out a series of puzzled nasal sounds, lightly shaking its head, and transmitted a wave of thoughts to Master Fuli.

In Master Fuli’s mind, some simple crayon drawings began to appear.

A woman with stars in her eyes petted Huhu, giving a thumbs up to praise the beautiful creature.

Then, the woman took out a roll of tape, and with a few quick moves, she put an X over her mouth, sealing it.

A thought bubble emerged above her head, with a simple humanoid sleeping in a bed. Suddenly, two groups burst in and grabbed chairs, beating the sleeping figure to a pulp.

The sleep figure covered its head and screamed, eyes widening with effort as it cried, "Ahh ahh ahh."

The things Master Fuli wanted to know, the drifting sister, who slept within the ruins, indeed knew all the answers.

The fungal humanoid also clearly told Master Fuli that its master did not wish to become entangled in any causal ties. Once the final decision of the research institute was revealed, at least two groups of Dragon People would come to trouble her in the near future.

The final decision of the research institute is a good thing; the Third Epoch does not need to actively seek answers.

With the passage of time, that gift of celebration, transcending the distances of time and space, will appear before humanity.

Master Fuli’s question has no meaning; he is merely a guardian of the ruins, who received partial intelligence due to his master’s grace.

"Aren’t all the Dragon People dead? As far as I know, there should only be immortals left, right?"

Seeing the fungal humanoid willing to communicate and showing a clear leaning towards friendliness, Master Fuli’s tone softened somewhat and he continued to ask.

"Hmm wow..."

The fungal humanoid shook its head, the mental waves once again transmitted across space, presenting two images to Master Fuli.

The images depicted two plazas. In one group, they occupied 80%, while the other group was sparse, yet they hurled insults and curses at each other. Ultimately, the minority was kicked out of the plaza, and the two sides broke off completely, starting a fierce battle.

The smaller group fled embarrassingly towards the sea, while the majority carried a box into the mountains.

They went separate ways, splitting into two factions of Dragon People.

The end of the Second Epoch was marked by war and ideological clashes ending in annihilation.

Dragon People, lacking reproductive abilities, died one by one, reducing the total population gradually until none were left.

The Dragon People’s population was not vast. This business wasn’t really some secret. If someone could uncover wall paintings from the dawn of humanity, they would find records of divine wars and blood rains.

Except, before the Second Epoch ended, the two factions of Dragon People had fought fiercely, describing it as not just mere warlordism would understate the conflict’s intensity. Such a dark period wouldn’t naturally be disclosed to humanity by the troublesome dragons, spreading their ominous deeds.

However, with some memories of the drifting sister, the guardian appointed over the ruins couldn’t care how the Dragon People’s image would be judged by future generations, only objectively narrating events.

As long as it doesn’t touch the [final decision], Master Fuli would dare to ask, and she, in fact, would be quite willing to answer.

After all...

She was merely weary and exhausted, not entirely dead.

Having someone to chat with was rather nice.

Except.

It’s rare for someone like Master Fuli to speak in human words without needing her guidance or come clinging to her leg crying "Mom, I’m hungry."

"Hmm?"

The fungal humanoid paused in sending the images, raising its head to gaze westward.

And Master Fuli also temporarily halted, sensing alongside the fungal humanoid that something was attacking, the [Fortunate and Clever] sensation directly emerging in his mind.

"Is this... a seafloor-based cluster warhead?"

The sixth sense of [Fortunate and Clever] had been warning Master Fuli that the danger was from the sky. Master Fuli looked towards the dusk-tinted sky with a hint of surprise in his expression.

"Buddy, who are you anyway? Your missile gave itself away right after launch, you know? By this time, people could’ve easily reached the troposphere and cut up watermelons to watch the explosive aftershock, you know?"

Master Fuli sighed, face full of exasperation.

Didn’t the other side see him? Sending a cluster missile here, what’s that about?

The landlords are seeking the Second Epoch’s technology, namely the literature and technological artifacts within the ruins.

While I’m after the Dragon People’s bodies, planning to pack the ruins along with the Dragon People back to the homeland.

So... what’s the use of firing the missiles? Are they preparing to blow off the Dragon People’s pants?

"Hmm..."

The fungal humanoid lifted its arm, an invisible arm lightly poked Master Fuli’s shoulder.

Master Fuli glanced sideways to see the fungal humanoid stopping the retrieval of the fungal blanket, and fluorescence glowing around it.

"Mm—"

The fungal humanoid raised its arm, on Gold-digging Town that had become a deep pit, quivering slightly, with a large amount of dust rising, converging into the palm of its hand.

"Are you... teaching me how to use willpower?" Master Fuli saw the picture in his mind, his expression stunned.

On the crayon drawing, the woman spread her telekinesis, covering the earth, gathering corresponding substances, imbued her will into the dust, combining her will and the dust to form a special kind of micro-dust.

The micro-dust vibrated intensely, vibrating hundreds or thousands of times per second at high speed.

With tens of millions of micro-dust particles lustrous and gradually merging into a rock.

"Mm."

The fungal humanoid clenched its arm, with the rock appearing in its palm slowly spinning. It released the rock, which obediently sped high into the sky following its will.

The rock’s speed surely exceeded the speed of sound, but it didn’t create any sonic boom or disturbance, silently rising into the sky, with no warning stopping mid-air in the missile’s path.

The rock split into several small pebbles, establishing a force field in the sky constructed by the fungal entity’s will.

"Whoosh—"

The ocean-based missile approached, vibrating intensely as it passed through the fungal force field above Gold-digging Town, unable to retain its initial trajectory and release clustered warheads for bombing.

The ocean-based missile disintegrated, with screws and nuts popping out, weld seams cracking inch by inch, creating a metallic downpour crashing onto Gold-digging Town.

The metal scattered to the ground, not making a sound, dissolving into metal powder wafting off, as if a black-gray fog had sprung up out of nowhere.

"Slurp slurp..."

The fungal humanoid gestured, a liquid resembling missile fuel landing in its palm, conjuring a cup and straw like a magic trick, sipping it with an "slurp slurp" sound after cooling it.

Moreover, she generously offered a bottle to Master Fuli as if inviting him to have a sip.

Friend, have a drink of this carbon-oxygen compound, the hydrocarbons inside are nutritious.

"......"

Master Fuli appeared choked, looking at the chemical solution in front of him with a distinct gasoline smell.

"Thanks, but I prefer sweet things..."

Master Fuli, with a strange expression, pushed the cup containing gasoline chemical solution back.

"Do you have any online courses on that dissolving technique? I’m planning to enroll in a night school to study it."