Astral Cockroach

Ban Bu's training method could consume physical energy more efficiently and with remarkable results. Now, when gliding down from the rocks, he could land steadily without the risk of breaking his legs.

After repeating this two or three times, he burrowed into his nest, selected a thick, crisp leaf to munch on, restored his energy, and took a short rest.

Suddenly, two antennae probed into the narrow opening of the burrow, waving continuously and releasing pheromones.

"Come out, meat, eat..."

The message was simple, intermittent, and filled with excitement.

"Meat!"

Ban Bu was overjoyed, dropped the leaf, and quickly scurried out of the nest.

Standing at the entrance was an adult female cockroach. Her front legs held a strand of meat, torn from somewhere, like a treasure presented to Ban Bu.

It was Ban Bu's mother, an adult female cockroach whose body color had already faded, her body beginning to age, her life nearing its end.

Cockroaches have two modes of reproduction: parthenogenesis and sexual reproduction. Only through sexual reproduction is there a small probability of birthing a male cockroach.

The hundreds of cockroaches nearby were all her daughters; Ban Bu was her only son.

In the Red Roach Tribe, the female cockroaches' bodies were a vibrant red, while the male cockroaches were pink. In their aesthetic perception, red was considered a beautiful color.

Ban Bu was a freak. At his first molt, his carapace turned dark brown, and with each subsequent molt, it became darker and darker. In the eyes of the other members of the Red Roach Tribe, he was undoubtedly an ugly anomaly.

His older and younger sisters all disliked Ban Bu and were unwilling to share a nest with him.

Only this cockroach mother remained, never abandoning him, taking extra care of him.

About a month ago, the cockroach mother had brought back two strands of meat in the middle of the night, helping him complete his third molt and growth ahead of schedule.

Ban Bu didn't stand on ceremony, savoring the meat, while also racking his brains and pondering.

"Such thick muscle fibers must come from a large creature. Where did it come from?"

"Last time could be explained as good luck, an accidental encounter, but how to explain this time?"

He wasted a lot of brain cells, but couldn't figure it out.

Watching Ban Bu devour the meat, the cockroach mother lovingly waved her antennae, touching Ban Bu's antennae, conveying her happy emotions.

"Meat, more..."

The cockroach mother turned and ran.

Ban Bu had a flash of inspiration, waving his antennae and anxiously transmitting information: "Wait!"

The cockroach mother stopped, turned around, and waved her antennae, sending a questioning signal.

Ban Bu quickly caught up, climbed onto the cockroach mother's back, and continued to transmit signals: "Together."

The cockroach mother waved her antennae, transmitting a signal: "Danger."

Ban Bu continued to transmit signals: "Not afraid, together."

The cockroach mother stood in place and thought for a long time, and finally carried Ban Bu and ran quickly.

They climbed onto the mountain ridge and ran along the ridge towards a nearby peak.

For a tiny cockroach, it was a very long journey. Midway, the cockroach mother stopped several times, looking for decaying leaves to eat and replenish her energy, and then continued on her way.

Until late at night, they finally arrived at the sunny side of the peak.

Ban Bu was so shocked by the scene before him that he couldn't add to it.

A special forest, special plants.

Especially a shrub was the most eye-catching. It should be a raspberry, more robust than the common raspberries on the mountain. The veins of the leaves were reddish-brown, and the tree was covered with raspberry fruits, many of which emitted a hazy, faint orange glow.

Primal Force Plant!

Ban Bu recognized it at a glance.

Primal Force creature?

Beside the raspberry bushes, a super-sized cockroach, vividly red all over, was leisurely cutting a section from the corpse of a snake-shaped creature, peeling off the snake skin and discarding it. Immediately, the cockroach swarm surrounding it cheered, covering the snake skin and frantically snatching at it.

"Is this the Red Roach Tribe warrior described in the inherited memories?"

"Do Red Roach Tribe warriors know how to independently use Primal Force to achieve gene evolution?"

"Or is it the innate potential of the race's genes?"

Ban Bu looked a little dazed.

In an instant, he was thinking about too many questions, and all kinds of doubts came one after another. He didn't have enough brain cells, and his brain was a little dizzy.

The cockroach mother stopped, waved her antennae, indicating that Ban Bu could come down.

She was very anxious. After waiting for a moment without seeing any movement, she agitatedly vibrated her wings, shaking Ban Bu off, and making a "squeak" sound, rushing towards an even larger skeleton not far away, regardless of everything.

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Ban Bu came back to his senses and took a closer look: the incomplete skeleton of a large creature, which was simply a small mountain for a tiny cockroach. The inside and outside of the mountain were densely packed with cockroaches, crowding and snatching food, and the "squeak" of angry warning cries intertwined into a piece.

Ban Bu turned his head to look at the Red Roach Tribe warrior lying next to the mutated raspberry bush: perhaps he was very picky, or perhaps he was already full, he casually discarded a peeled snake meat after taking only two bites, immediately attracting a swarm of cockroaches waiting nearby to snatch it up.

Around it was an immature grove. The original big trees had been stripped of their bark, cut off their branches, and had long since withered and decayed. They had been replaced by newly planted saplings. The surroundings were very clean, and all the weeds had been removed.

Ban Bu carefully identified it and was very sure that not only the raspberries with mature fruits, but also all the other saplings planted were Primal Force plants!

In places rich in Primal Force, ordinary plants have a very small chance of mutating into Primal Force plants. Primal Force plants do not have reproductive capabilities. It can be said that each plant is a unique existence in the universe and is the highest level of carbon-based plant life.

The technological means mastered by humans are still unable to change the probability of gene mutation, nor can they reproduce it.

Ban Bu didn't think that the cockroaches of a primitive planet could do what humans couldn't do.

Then, where did so many Primal Force plants in front of him come from? Could it be that the probability of this planet giving birth to Primal Force plants is very high?

Ban Bu's heart was filled with excitement, and his whole body trembled violently uncontrollably: During each instar molting process, there would be an awakening of racial inherited memories engraved in the genes. When he grows to a certain level, he will definitely be able to obtain information related to Primal Force plants.

Ban Bu secretly scrutinized and measured the size of the Red Roach Tribe warrior.

Without instruments to measure gravity, he couldn't even roughly estimate the volume of the planet he was on. Without a timer, he could only calculate the number of days through day and night, but he couldn't know how many hours each day was.

Without the above two data, he couldn't judge the general size of the creatures on this planet.

From a brand new perspective, without tools to measure length, Ban Bu couldn't even judge what his current size was, so he used a "relative measurement" calculation method: defining his body length at birth as 1, currently 4th instar, body length 2.5; older and younger sisters hatched from the same ootheca are 7th instar, body length is 4; 10th instar subadults should be able to reach about 5.5; 19th instar adult cockroaches vary in body length from 9 to 10 depending on their physique.

Based on this self-created length measurement unit, the Red Roach Tribe warrior's body length should have reached about 200.

For the universe stars, the physical properties of matter will not be too different.

By comparing the particles of mud and gravel, Ban Bu roughly estimated that the length unit 1 he defined was roughly equivalent to 0.2 to 0.5 centimeters.

That is to say, the Red Roach Tribe warrior's body length is in the range of 0.4 to 1 meter.

Small, tiny.

Small size also means weak strength to some extent.

Ban Bu continued to observe the white bones piled up nearby. There were mostly snakes, all cut into sections and eaten clean. There were also skeletons of large creatures, all very incomplete.

Ban Bu guessed that the Red Roach Tribe warrior in front of him and other warriors were hunting together in the jungle at regular intervals, and the food they got after success was distributed.

"I wonder what the size and combat power of the other warriors in the tribe are?"

"Knowing how to plant and cultivate Primal Force plants, knowing how to independently absorb Primal Force to achieve gene evolution, then there are infinite possibilities, and there should be powerful existences."

After thinking about questions continuously, Ban Bu's head was a little dizzy again. The little bit of nutrients he had managed to accumulate in his body had long been consumed, his physical strength was completely exhausted, and he struggled to climb to a tree and look for decaying leaves to eat.