Chapter 227

Chapter 227: Mom, This Woman Was Crazy, and Now She’s Turned Berserker Class

Trilobite was overjoyed.

Not only had the "little laborer" spoken to him, but that kid had also gifted him a "major treasure."

"This might… function like a mini-map in games."

What was previously termed the "system map" more accurately resembled "system vision."

The actual experience felt somewhat like augmented reality technology—coloring "animals" within Trilobite’s view. Green and blue marked allies and neutral creatures, while red and orange indicated "food" that could provide him with Chaos Energy.

The drawback, however, was its limitation to his immediate line of sight.

Once all resources in a "lake" were exhausted, Trilobite had to blindly tunnel through the Primal Mud, completely unaware of his destination or bearing.

The "little laborer’s" gift resembled an RTS-style mini-map, granting him an overview of the entire landscape.

Naturally, the fog of war remained.

But the advantage was that areas occupied by Trilobite or his "symbiotic creature community" became visible.

Granted, those "little guys" couldn’t see much individually.

Yet their collective coverage proved formidable once widely dispersed.

"My spawn certainly flourishes impressively, spreading this far already."

"Hmm…"

Trilobite studied the map intently, confirming this truly was a treasure land dotted with lakes. His thriving spawn had already colonized four such "lakes."

Remarkably, one lake remained unexplored by him!

Unfortunately, the map showed almost no "red signals" there, dampening Trilobite’s interest.

Other regions captivated him far more.

“Slurp…”

Trilobite swallowed the saliva gathering at the corner of his mouth as he observed world after world where his spawn struggled—not dominating, but rapidly drowning in crimson tides.

"Right, time to move out!"

"And this body of mine…"

Trilobite examined his air sac crocodile build through the system—roughly 4.5 meters long.

Though theoretically he should’ve exceeded that size by now, his recent growth had expanded both vertically and laterally, solidifying the foundation for three-dimensional enlargement.

Had he mindlessly elongated like before, he’d have remained essentially a stretched-out skink.

What the hell good was such an absurdly long tail anyway!

Now things were different: he’d become genuinely robust and muscular, weighing nearly 200 kilograms.

Admittedly, this was lightweight for an air sac crocodile.

Even standard 4.5-meter crocodiles weighed around 300 kilograms.

But Trilobite was no ordinary air sac crocodile; his unique air sac breathing system enabled an imposing physique with relatively low mass.

This system also granted him immense gas exchange capacity and perpetual dual-cycle respiration.

This boosted his endurance and oxygen supply, enhancing his power output without compromising his original muscle strength.

He maintained considerable agility alongside his physical size and power advantage.

Moreover, now equipped with a massive head boasting formidable bite force and saber teeth, he could finally swagger freely—no more sneaking around to dig underground.

"Well, perhaps besides that, I should strengthen my spawn too."

"Ah, meaning those species coexisting with me."

Trilobite observed his "spawn" flickering like unstable signals across other lakes, clearly unable to establish footholds.

His "second symbiotic creature"—the Spiny Shark sister with flame-red hair, ample curves, and porcelain legs in her illustration—could only navigate the edges or interstitial zones of Bubble Worlds he’d visited, never daring to venture far and scout new territories.

"Though cannon fodder like small fry are expendable,"

"My collectible sister with a unique illustration isn’t."

"She needs basic self-preservation capability."

"Hmm…"

Pondering this, Trilobite reopened the "Evolution STEAM" store.

Immediate awkwardness followed.

"Dammit, I’m broke!"

Power demanded payment—he’d exhausted every scrap of his Chaos Energy.

Just then…

【A customer has reinitiated consultation. Accept?】

"Haha!"

Trilobite thrilled.

"Yo!"

"Scraped together enough cash already, eh?"

"Another batch of leeks ripe for harvesting!"

"Hold up—can I check this client’s status first?"

【Your spawn are nearby. Activating blurred vision.】

【Processing visuals. Stand by.】

Soon, an image surfaced in Trilobite’s mind—digitally processed and AI-enhanced, yet stubbornly indistinct.

Considering his calcite compound eyes still rendered everything in pixelated grids, he found this aesthetic weirdly appropriate.

"Whatever, it’s barely legible."

"Can make out the general form."

"Yo, this customer seems to be…"

—-

"Roar——!"

"Ahhhhhhh——!"

"Giant God!"

Gimmerly roared from her mouth, unleashing a beast-like howl.

If before, this chaos goddess who always evoked thoughts of "beauty" and projected herself as a "nation-toppling enchantress" to tempt mortals into corruption represented the "Caster Class"…

Then now, with her indistinct roars incapable of forming coherent words beyond crying "Giant God," Gimmerly had become utterly the "Berserker Class."

It somewhat resembled "Mad Lancelot" who could only shout "Arthur."

No…

Calling her Berserker Class might even be problematic.

After all, even the most deranged berserker wouldn’t slaughter their own allies.

Gimmerly was different.

She was conducting mass slaughter upon a certain Fantasy Tree of Subspace.

There lay the Nest of the Outer Gods from the Void.

"You…"

"What are you doing!?"

"Do you know where this is?"

A "bug-shaped" entity with large front wings and small rear wings shook its piercing-sucking mouthparts at Gimmerly.

These mouthparts were no trifling matter—they could shatter a deity’s law membrane and "divine steel skin" in a single strike, piercing divine flesh to inflict excruciating agony.

Afterward, these Outer Gods could swiftly escape with astonishing agility.

Few deities could match their nimbleness.

Thus the Outer Gods acted with bold confidence.

Of course, when encountering high-ranking demon gods capable of matching their speed, they would still submit.

These Outer Gods bowed to Barbatos, the Eighth Seat of the Chaos Council, that great core councilor.

They believed Barbatos’s backing granted them license for recklessness.

But today, an unremarkable-looking deity they’d never seen before came knocking.

She intended to devour these Outer Gods.

"Hehe, with that plain physique of yours, what can you possibly achieve?"

The Outer God mocked.

"Brothers, fear not! We’ve already sent word to Barbatos!"

"Just delay her until that great one arrives—that’s our victory!"

"Charge——!"

"Buzzzzzz…"

A swarm of Outer Gods unleashed the "Sigh of the Void," emitting buzzing interference as they surged toward the invading chaos deity.

Then, she finally moved!

"Roar—— Ahhhhhhh——!"

"Giant God——!"

"Deceiver——!"

She too roared, violently pouncing forward!