From Trilobite to Titan

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Chapter 114: The Skillful Completion of a Great Good Deed

“Burp—!”

Tasted quite good!

The onychophoran had a pleasantly chewy texture, and somehow its flesh was sweet, leaving Trilobite wanting more.

“Hmm, reminds me of those gummy fruit candies I ate as a kid.”

“What were they called? QQ fruit candies?”

Trilobite chewed on a piece of onychophoran while relaxing in the water with his eyes closed, tallying up his Chaos Points.

He remained a Pander Fish, still unable to leave water.

After just a brief time on land, he’d felt thoroughly uncomfortable, plagued by debilitating weakness.

“My land mobility’s worse than a seal’s.”

“Sure, seals turn into fat slugs on land—even cats bully them—but at least they don’t dehydrate within minutes.”

“Maybe developing waterproof skin would help.”

“Ah, another problem—I still don’t have a proper ‘neck.’ Compared to land animals, I’m practically just a fish.”

“Took so much effort to kill one big onychophoran. Who could tolerate such lousy hunting efficiency?!”

Truthfully, Trilobite hadn’t meant to be cruel. With his poor hunting skills, he’d had no choice.

Don’t assume hyenas and African wild dogs enjoy ganging up on wildebeests, ripping out entrails—it looks savage, but they’d rather not!

If prey escapes while dragging bloody organs, the scent carries for miles.

Lions might swoop in and steal your hard-won meal.

Lions hunt more efficiently: they overpower wildebeests, clamp down on throats, and finish them in under ten minutes.

Expert tigers are deadlier—snapping necks in seconds.

For predators, efficiency comes first. Cruelty?

Just proves you’re weak and incompetent.

“I’m pathetically weak. Boosting mobility and hunting efficiency seems wise.”

“Hmm… Could I specialize the elongated lower jawbone from Duncker’s fish into saber teeth?”

“Saber teeth instant kill style would be fearsome…”

“Oh, and since I’ll hunt on land eventually… what about my eyes…”

Mulling over possibilities, Trilobite opened the STEAM store, agonizing over evolution options like a nouveau riche drowning in cash.

But before finalizing his choice, unease gripped him.

“Gurgle…”

His stomach rumbled ominously after the feast.

“Why’s… my stomach hurting suddenly…?”

“Was it the onychophoran… or those mushrooms?”

"Hmm, probably the mushrooms contributed more."

"After all, the onychophoran just entered my stomach, and only now reached my gut."

Trilobite still possessed a predator’s digestive system—quite short with poor capability to break down cellulose and spores. The churning "gurgles" in his belly were perfectly normal.

"Ugh… not the time for this."

"I need to relieve myself!"

"Hng… aaaah…"

"Stomachache!"

Groaning in agony, Trilobite slowly crawled out from the City of Dimensions onto dry land.

He noticed scattered little blue dots still speckling the ground.

"Huh? My spawn are here?"

"What’s so fascinating about me using the toilet!?"

"Scram!"

Fortunately, these "spawn" knew their place, swiftly retreating into ground crevices until the area cleared completely.

Still feeling self-conscious, Trilobite crawled several extra paces before commencing his "life cycle."

Neither in his previous existence nor now had Trilobite suffered from constipation.

Producing "farm fertilizer base material" was a skill he’d mastered.

Dig hole—*splortch*—cover hole. This efficient routine emptied his bowels and nourished the earth.

Truly a virtuous deed!

"Whew… refreshed!"

"Though explosive this time, it wasn’t watery diarrhea."

"But continuing like this won’t do."

"Seems besides waterproofing, land mobility, saber teeth, growing larger, and vision—digestive capability upgrades must be prioritized too."

"Honestly, my resources are stretched thin!"

With clumsy steps, Trilobite retreated into his "cave."

Unaware, this "life cycle" would profoundly impact all Valaharl.

As the Pander Fish vanished into the earth once more…

*Pop—!*

Tender mushrooms sprouted from the soil-covered mound of excrement!

*Hiss… hiss…*

They grew rapidly, unfurling crumpled caps.

*Hiss…*

Luminous spores rose from gill folds into the sky, riding air currents!

—-

The Fourteenth Seat subordinate official of Chaos, Demon God Yusuf, publicly perished.

Though Valaharl—partially restored—severely disrupted Ralekin’s surveillance, and Valaharl people alongside Beltan’s elite rangers mercilessly hunted demons, piling severed heads into a grim skull display, concealing a "lowest rank" official’s demise proved impossible.

Merely hiding *how* Yusuf fell counted as remarkable success.

News reached not only Ralekin, but all three remaining subordinates scattered across Valaharl.

"That runt Yusuf actually fell? Pathetic."

"He begged to join, yet met this end. How laughable."

"Hmph! Even had he survived, disgracing Lord Ralekin’s name would’ve warranted my execution!"

Yusuf’s three companions voiced unanimous contempt.

*No mercy for failures.*

Such was the demon gods’ code.

Yet not all demon gods were arrogant fools—these three certainly weren’t.

"Enough. Both of you—composure."

The eldest demon god emitted encrypted "Chaos Waves" toward his comrades.

Chaos had long corrupted this post-Time of the End "Dead World," tainting earth and air alike with saturated Chaos Energy.