Chapter 441

Chapter 441: Global Warming, Spawn May Vanish Completely

"This job’s fucking impossible."

"Talk about a massive environmental shift!"

Trilobite stared at the system prompt, despairing.

【Version Change Task】

【Environmental shifts arrive eventually.】

【Most recall version changes starting with terrifying disasters.】

【Yet few know environmental history includes gentler, smaller-scale changes beyond catastrophic beginnings.】

【Though briefer and milder, these always brought minor or mid-sized extinctions or species replacements.】

【Just like your impending situation.】

【Don’t worry—this is merely a minor version change.】

【Changes include: Fixed atmospheric circulation bug causing inland droughts; added two warm currents for oceanic players, clearing ice age remnants.】

【Addressed longstanding sea-level complaints. For new-player experience, global temperatures rise significantly.】

【Welcome to the Global Warming Period!】

…

"This… goddamn…"

Trilobite fought the urge to swear.

Some silver linings existed.

The system clarified this wouldn’t match Devonian toxic seas, Carboniferous rainforest collapse, Permian volcanism, or Cretaceous asteroid impacts.

Nor would it equal medium extinction events like the early Jurassic Sinemurian-Toulon.

Perhaps geologically, this was just a "tiny" fluctuation—adjusted climate parameters, new volcanoes, added currents.

But a saying holds true: "An era’s dust becomes a mountain on every head."

Geologically speaking, this rang especially true.

For every species, climate shifts meant life or death!

As temperatures rose and seas encroached, North America’s central plains flooded, forming a vast, fertile shallow sea—the Inland Sea.

Crocodilians thrived, dominating these waters unchallenged.

Yet when Late Cretaceous cooling came, the Inland Sea shrank and vanished.

Habitat loss drove Crocodilians to extinction.

If seas rising and falling marked monumental change, smaller ice ages unquestionably reshaped civilizations and species.

Take modern global warming: vanishing Arctic ice forces polar bears southward onto land for food.

Polar-brown bear hybrids now proliferate near the Arctic Circle.

Continued trends may fully merge the species…

"The destruction of habitats was inevitable."

"However…"

"Every climate change event brought suffering to some species while paving the way for others to flourish."

"The key wasn’t how the climate changed, but adaptability."

"As for the species under my command…"

"Hmm…"

Trilobite pondered.

"Microorganism 1, Microorganism 2, Microorganism 3…"

"These three… were in big trouble!"

"Though my microorganisms spawn currently thrived in both saltwater and freshwater environments without strict pH requirements,"

"they primarily depended on symbiotic relationships with trees or served as ‘biological allies’ within other creatures’ digestive tracts and blood vessels."

"If this region flooded and the ecosystem collapsed, my precious microorganisms would vanish entirely!"

After some calculation, Trilobite realized these microorganisms had become his greatest source of income aside from personal hunting.

Leasing out probiotics brought "rental fees," with steady monthly payments flowing in. The "hairy worms," coexisting with diplopods, not only paid rent but also generated Chaos Energy by consuming trees.

Though recent and subtle, their exponential growth trend was unmistakable.

Additionally, the microorganisms gathered "scraps" of Chaos Energy for him.

Trilobite suspected these came from minuscule Chaos-Energy-bearing creatures—like the little red dots he’d seen after first becoming a Trilobite—now too insignificant for his attention.

Collecting these energy fragments was now entirely handled by his microorganisms spawn.

Though a mere drizzle, this continuous twenty-four-hour downpour accumulated remarkably!

"These microorganisms alone bring me immense benefits—I must ensure their survival."

"Not to mention my fungi and jumping spider spawn, equally unsuited for ocean environments."

"And the other swamp inhabitants…"

"Though not under my protection, I can’t abandon them."

"Best to integrate everything into one grand ecosystem!"

"Ah…"

Being a savior felt overwhelmingly difficult!

This time, he alone had to hold back the "ocean’s advance" caused by global changes!

An impossible task… perhaps?

"No! Challenging, yet achievable!"

"My long stay here granted me thorough knowledge of local species."

"Changing the world is hard—but preserving one swamp? Possible!"

"Besides, isn’t the temperature rising?"

"Isn’t rainfall increasing?!"

"Couldn’t the swamp expand outward?"

"Could habitats migrate?"

"There’s potential, indeed!"

A rough yet ambitious plan crystallized in Trilobite’s mind.

"Use the increasingly humid climate to relocate the entire swamp forest!"

"Clear-cut or transplant all trees from the original area!"

"Plant waves of ‘red tree ferns’ in the emptied zones to form tiered barriers against ocean surges!"

"Simultaneously, gradually clear the fungal Carpet beneath the sea, building coral reefs or planting kelp to weaken incoming waves."

"In newly moistened territories, seek depressions to cultivate fresh forests!"

"Though details need refining,"

"the framework…"

"is solid enough!"

"First step…"

His gaze pierced the swamp’s depths.

"I must verify whether ‘red tree ferns’ thrive in deep marshes."

"And find an efficient way to remove existing ‘scalebark trees.’"

"After all, that domain belongs to those towering ‘scalebark’ giants."

"New trees won’t rise without clearing the old."

Suddenly, delight sparked in Trilobite’s eyes.

"Excellent! Excellent!"

"My spawn had already begun experimenting for me!"