Chapter 411
by fanqienovelChapter 411: Trilobite, Busy Saving the World
He was so tired.
Trilobite slumped onto the beach, staring blankly at the beautiful view of “the sunset shining on the sea,” panting heavily.
Suddenly, he had a deep understanding about “life.”
Back when he watched Hollywood blockbusters, he always thought saving the world was a super cool, super thrilling, and super dangerous thing.
“Diving! Gun fights! Car chases! High-tech gadgets! Super abilities! The struggle of humanity! Flirting with beautiful women!”
But now, he discovered that true world-saving was an incredibly boring, tedious, and extremely challenging task…
Indeed, did anyone think saving the world was like a Hollywood movie, where one or two agents could foil a few terrorists’ plans?
Not at all.
What truly threatened the “world,” or in other words, a large group of humans’ survival, was a “war,” which wasn’t even the biggest threat.
After all, among the “Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse,” only one stood for war.
For instance, dealing with a pandemic required medical workers to develop effective medications or vaccines, a strong capability to mobilize society to break the infection chain, and a high-quality population willing to follow orders.
Dealing with famine needed scientific breeding to raise crop yields, artificial rain to fight nature, water projects to battle land issues, labor rules, trade policies, and farm subsidies to struggle against greed and shortsightedness, plus setting up reserves for disasters…
None of these tied to so-called “excitement” or “coolness.” They were all about science, tiredness, patience, and quiet sacrifice.
It wasn’t just single heroes who saved the world, but the hard work of billions, the fast action and organization skill of a huge group.
Even the Great Yu didn’t handle the floods alone.
“But what do I have right now?”
“Nothing at all!”
Trilobite, a saber teeth Bopolong, truly had no fur.
“I’m all alone!”
“My spawn is either as weak as me or just a bunch of microorganisms.”
“Figuring out how to level up some microorganisms spawn to better soil and water might work.”
“But getting them to help with heavy jobs…”
“Forget it…”
“Ah…”
After grumbling, he still had to go back to work.
“No!”
“It’s not work!”
“It’s saving the world!”
“To those microorganisms and Trilobite creatures, those conservation areas with lakes are the whole world!”
“Heave-ho!”
He used his hind legs to dig into the “muddy sand,” making a pit that was just big enough.
"Next, it’s your turn!"
"Hey!"
Trilobite clamped a "seed fern" he had just uprooted from afar in his jaws.
"Ugh, this body is so clumsy."
He now realized how versatile and agile a human body was for performing such nimble work. In his current form, his front claws couldn’t grip firmly, only offering slight assistance while he held things in his mouth.
He accidentally bit through the stem of the "seed fern," piercing its bark.
His saliva slowly seeped into the wound, emitting a faint glow.
But Trilobite paid no mind.
He laboriously planted the "seed fern" into the prepared hole.
"Swish—Swish—Swish—!"
After gradually covering it with soil, he opened the system interface.
【Ding——!】
【Same spawn detected. Merge available.】
【Spend one hundred Chaos Energy to merge?】
"Absolutely!"
"Merge!"
"And merging is just the beginning!"
"System, flood it with Chaos Energy! Make it spread its damn roots!"
"Begin!"
At Trilobite’s command…
"Boom——!"
The newly planted "red tree fern" had begun extending its roots and tendrils underground.
Tenacious roots pushed through the "soil," dislodging stones as they spread upward and downward.
A tuber resembling a low wall slowly rose, forming a massive ravine; branches stretched skyward and outward, weaving into a sky-shrouding canopy!
Finally…
"Boom——!"
A greater tremor came!
The roots of the new "red tree fern" crashed into those of the earlier-planted, mature "red tree fern."
They struck and collided, shaking the earth beneath the ferns.
Twisting and coiling together, they became no longer separate.
This was the system’s "fusion" – merging two trees into one entity without distinction.
The sight left Trilobite…
Crying.
“…Waa…”
“My Chaos Energy… my Chaos Energy…”
Seeing his Chaos Energy constantly depleting, Trilobite painfully realized that saving the world required not just “science,” “exhaustion,” “patience,” and “silent sacrifice”…
but also, damn it, a ton of money!
“So damn much money!”
Trilobite watched the rapidly draining Chaos Energy and lamented.
“And seems like there are damn enemies coming to wreck things?”
He stared at the splashing waves of the “shallow sea” and licked his lips.
—-
“Damn it!”
“Another earthquake!”
“Everyone, take cover!”
“Why so slow? Want to die!?”
“Earthworms move faster than you!”
“Move! Move!”
Albert Drake cursed angrily while directing the evacuation.
The new world of Far Reaching shook violently again, nearly wiping out all the colonists’ hard work.
The newly built “Colony Government Building” collapsed completely, reduced to rubble.
Countless workers were buried under the debris.
Luckily, most spells in the Holy Light from the Sun practiced by the Far Reaching people were for surviving disasters, and everyone had mastered them perfectly.
In such situations, all Far Reaching people would swiftly duck under reinforced tables or doorframes, casting “Holy Light Hardening”—using Holy Light to toughen their skin until it felt like steel.
This kept them safe from injuries even if buildings collapsed on them.
Next came the “Holy Light Turtle Breathing Technique.”
This skill slowed metabolism, putting people into hibernation.
It could last over six months.
Even with painstakingly slow rescues, they could theoretically be saved.
As long as rescuers didn’t just blow up the ruins too soon and call it quits.
“Whew…”
“Cough… cough…”
Covered in dust, Albert Drake stood amid the collapsed building’s wreckage, staring helplessly at the ruins.
Her long legs carried her fast enough to get out in time.
However, many civil servants of the new colony and her secretary didn’t make it out; they were all buried inside.
Although she knew the building was designed for collapse risks, with many "refuge shelters" and a lightweight structure, plus the New Far Reaching people’s painfully skilled evacuation tricks…
As long as they weren’t unlucky enough to be struck by lightning, there shouldn’t be any deaths.
Yet, the veins on Albert Drake’s temples kept throbbing.
"Wait…"
"Although no one died… but…"
"Most of them… no, it seems hardly any clerical staff escaped."
"This means…"
The gleam in the second living saint’s eyes faded.
Her gaze turned hollow.
"I’d have to handle all the administrative tasks… and disaster relief during the rebuild, right?!"
"Who designed this building?!"
"I want to kill him!"
"And who caused this earthquake?!"
"Even if it’s a god, I’ll kill it and see!"
Just as Albert Drake was raging…
"Um…"
A weak voice spoke up.
Albert Drake turned and glared, spotting one of her secretaries.
She seemed to have escaped too.
"What is it?"
She suddenly softened her voice.
After the quake, all the messy duties would fall on you!
The little secretary, unaware of the living saint’s bad intentions, said,
"According to investigators, before this quake, the Giant God had appeared hundreds of miles from the sandbank."
"And planted a new ‘Holy Tree’ there."
"Theologians concluded this was the Giant God bestowing divine grace."
The second living saint’s expression instantly changed.
"Ah… this…"
"How great… Giant God…"
*Cough cough…*
"Hmm, if it’s divine grace, then it’s fine."
Just as she felt awkward…
"Alarm!"
"A new deity was invading!"
"Assessed as malicious!"
"Source… Endless Ether!"
Albert Drake jumped up with a thump, her face lighting up happily.
"Yay!"
"No… I mean… cough cough… how terrible!"
"Everyone, count the troops and follow me to battle!"