Chapter 468

Chapter 468: The Task of the Giant God – Go and Reproduce!

"Ah—!"

Trilobite took the "ancient branching worm" into his mouth.

Though this "ancient branching worm" somewhat resembled "that thing," Trilobite was a dinosaur. His fingers had been lost during earlier "evolution," leaving only the standard three digits.

Recovering two fingers gathered little Chaos Energy, but even a mosquito’s leg offers some meat!

Except for the Ceratosaurus superfamily—who flaunted their "primitive basal" traits till the end—most theropod dinosaurs degenerated at least two fingers.

Mid-to-late Tyrannosaurus rex group members even degenerated three fingers, ending up with just two.

Naturally, the Avatarsaurus superfamily took finger degeneration furthest; these small theropods wound up with a single digit.

Yet grasping remained tricky whether with three, two, or one finger.

Had the "branching worm" been slightly larger, Trilobite might have gripped it, but the creature was too tiny.

He had no choice but to hold it in his mouth.

He constantly kept his head lowered, struggling to prevent this "thirty-centimeter" critter from sliding into his stomach.

Truthfully, having a live maggot-like creature in his mouth nauseated Trilobite. Thankfully, this "branching worm" at least had an illustration.

As he walked, he stared at the long-legged spawn sister’s illustration, talking to her nonstop.

This made it slightly less revolting.

"Who knew this seemingly humblest ‘spawn sister’ likely holds the most ‘energy’ and achieved Earth’s greatest feats!"

"Sorry for underestimating you."

"But you need numbers."

"A single one is useless!"

"Thud—!"

He halted mid-sentence, having reached the seaside while foolishly addressing his "new spawn" sister.

"Phew…"

He opened his jaws, letting the saliva-coated spawn slowly flow onto the beach. He watched the "branching worm" wriggle like a maggot in the muddy ground.

"Actually, this demeans you."

"You shouldn’t live on beaches like descendants but in richer realms."

"Now go!"

"Multiply! Thrive!"

"Do as you will!"

"This also underpins my conservation areas’ protection!"

"Resources—grant them!"

"My clients, provide necessary aid if required!"

“Please!”

“I’ll give you a discount later!”

—-

“Buzz—!”

“Uh… *cough*…”

A thunderous roar detonated within Sylvia’s soul as the single-syllable "magic language," saturated with colossal data, relentlessly hammered her innermost being.

Tidal waves of information flooded in, scouring away Sylvia’s identity and memories.

Everything drowned in the terrifying deluge.

Sylvia clung to consciousness solely through the dual enhancements of the "Ether Dragon" and "Giant God"—dragon clan magic power flowed in her veins while divine energy surged through her.

Yet even this couldn’t sustain her for long.

If this continued…

“Mmm… ngh… Aaah—!”

Amid unrestrained, near-shameful moans, Sylvia finally yielded, tearing open a segment of the Soul Network. She unleashed those indecent sounds into its channels,

letting the network absorb the overflowing energy threatening to rupture her soul.

Fortunately, she’d only opened the "Living Saint Local Network."

Instantly, the "moans" broadcast across the network echoed in every Living Saint’s mind—

and drew immediate teasing.

“Well, well…”

“If it isn’t our new little sister.”

“So bold! Angna and Loseta never got this wild.”

“And what a lovely voice~”

“Beats my screeching like a sea dog in heat!”

…

Only Albert Drake spoke so crudely among the Living Saints.

Of their number: Sulya, as supreme leader, remained stoically masked—an idol reaping the reward of standing closest to the Giant God.

Loseta radiated icy aloofness, rarely speaking; Angna drifted in apathy, too detached to comment.

Albert Drake, however—the former "Pirate Queen"—stood apart: sharp-tongued with subordinates and unapologetically vulgar.

Even as a Living Saint, she roasted her sisters and herself with equal relish.

All knew her nature, and few took offense.

But her jesting mood soon shattered.

Because…

“Buzz—!”

A torrent of information surged through the "local network" among the Living Saints, flooding the souls of the other Living Saints.

“Ah——!”

Albert Drake quickly showed what a "mating sea dog" was like in front of her sisters.

Of course, the other Living Saints weren’t any better.

Their cries echoed one after another.

After a long time, as the single-syllable torrent of information slowly calmed, their cries finally stopped.

“Mm… gurgle…”

“This is… an oracle!?”

Sulya closed her eyes.

She knew this oracle was special.

This oracle from the Giant God was for her and the new "Fifth Living Saint" Sylvia, and also for all Living Saints and their people!

The meaning was too complex; it was about the future of the whole universe and the "Endless Ether" universe.

This meant…

“Whew…”

“It seems we must move our focus again.”

“This time, it’s here—Far Reaching Star!”

“And, Miss Sylvia, did the Giant God give you a special oracle task!?”

Sylvia nodded.

“Yes.”

“However…”

“I still don’t fully get what the Giant God means…”

“He talks about ‘propagation’ and ‘increasing numbers’.”

“But I can’t understand…”

“After all, how can a Divine Body Puppet propagate?”

“It’s not like I’m to give birth to the Giant God…”

Sylvia’s wild thoughts were cut off by Sulya.

“No!”

“I get it!”

Sulya’s eyes shone with great excitement.

“Though I don’t know the Giant God’s purpose, or how you, Sylvia, or your ‘Microscopic Dragon’ can help the Great Plan…”

“I do know how to do ‘propagation’ and ‘increasing numbers’.”