Clash Of Civilizations: I Really Don't Want To Destroy The Earth

In the empty sewer, Caesar was standing still and lost in memory at this moment.

A few hours ago, it was just an ordinary, clever lab mouse at best, with no name, no future, and no meaning to live.

From the beginning of its consciousness, its cognition of the world is only a cage. Along the iron fences, it can clearly see the same kind around it. Every day at a fixed time, giants in white clothes will come to feed them delicious food and help them. Clean up the feces.

At first, it was grateful to those white giants, and even surpassed the genetic instinct to regard them as its own parents.

But such a heavenly good day did not last long, and one day everything changed.

That day, Caesar saw with his own eyes that the giant opened the cage of the same kind, grabbed it and tied it to the platform.

Then, regardless of the wailing and screaming of the same kind, under the watchful eyes of other giants, he used a knife to shave its fur, cut its flesh and blood, broke its bones, and exposed its internal organs to the air for observation and discussion.

No one knew how Caesar's heart collapsed at that moment, and no one knew how frightened it was.

The food is no longer crispy, and life is no longer comfortable. From the moment the corpses of the same kind were thrown into the trash can, Caesar fell into the boundless hell of fear.

All living beings are afraid of death, this is a biological instinct, even a small white mouse is the same.

In fear, Caesar found that every time they reached adulthood, the same kind would be taken away, or injected with liquids of various colors, or dissected, or taken out of sight and never returned.

So, smartly, it started to eat as little as possible, just to survive and let itself grow slowly.

But even this can only delay the speed of death. Caesar knew very well that it would be caught out sooner or later.

Gradually, Caesar became numb, and the blood-red eyes of the mouse also lost the aura of the past.

Finally one day, its neighbors on both sides were taken away, like the last straw that broke the camel's back, Caesar went crazy, or he went crazy a long time ago.

Smartness was never a blessing for a guinea pig, it was a curse.

It started to bump into the cage crazily, biting its own tail and claws, and finally made itself into what Jiang Chen saw in the game.

Perhaps out of curiosity, the researchers in the laboratory did not scrap the disabled Caesar, but just moved it to the corner of the shelf, observing and teasing it every day.

In this way, Kaiser accidentally became the only mouse in the laboratory that survived to adulthood.

But so what, Caesar has lost the idea of ​​living, and living is just a torture for him.

It wanted to die, and even committed suicide a few times, but was finally rescued by researchers.

This situation continued until late one night.

On this day, the researcher got off work in the middle of the night as usual, and Caesar closed his eyes as usual, silently praying that the next day would never come.

But just as it closed its eyes, there was a sound of metal rubbing in the dead laboratory.

It was the sound of the cage being opened, a sound that heralded death and Caesar would never have heard it wrong.

It instinctively opened its eyes and aimed at the source of the sound.

I saw one of the same kind facing the iron cage with its tail sticking out of the cage, and then nimbly opened the door card and crawled out.

Witnessing this scene, Caesar's limited wisdom couldn't figure out why the opponent's tail suddenly became so flexible, and he didn't care, he only knew that the opportunity had come.

Your chance to escape this hell... here comes!

It hit the cage crazily, screamed sharply, and tried every means to make noise to attract the attention of the same kind.

It may be because it succeeded, or it may be for other reasons, the same kind really crawled over and opened one cage after another.

The moment he walked out of the cage, Caesar's limited life experience for the first time was an indescribable emotion.

That kind of emotion has a very romantic name in human language, freedom!

It was also from that moment that Caesar swore secretly in his heart that he would never return to the cage again in this life and forever, never!

But before Caesar was free for a few seconds, a tremendous force suddenly descended, dominating its body instantly.

No, more figuratively speaking, it should be guidance. It feels like there is a voice in the dark guiding it what to do.

And the strange thing is that instead of having any fear of this, Caesar felt unusually at ease.

Just like being in mother's arms when I was a child, I don't have to be afraid of anything, I don't have to worry about anything, I just need to sleep peacefully.

Guided by the 'voice', they climbed off the shelf and walked into the vent, and then turned back into the toilet.

When other able-bodied people of the same kind climbed onto the toilet, but he was unable to climb at all because of his disability, Caesar fell into despair again, thinking that he was about to be abandoned.

This is a matter of course, after all, there are so many of the same kind, the owner of that 'voice' has no reason to work hard to save this crippled one.

However, that 'voice' didn't intend to abandon it at all, but instead guided the same kind to help it climb up.

When stepping on the body of the same kind to go to the toilet, Caesar didn't appreciate the same kind under his feet, he was only grateful for the 'voice'.

No one knows the bad roots of the rats better than it. Without the guidance of that 'voice', these same kind would have abandoned it and escaped alone.

When the rats got out of the pipe and came to the vast sewer, Caesar was finally sure that it had escaped from that hell.

But before it cheered for freedom, that 'voice' disappeared.

At that moment, endless loss surged in Caesar's heart. It wanted to accept guidance again, and listen to that dark whisper again, not for anything else, just to experience the sense of peace of mind again, the feeling that as long as you follow the guidance, you will be happy. The sense of security that miracles can be achieved, it prays from the heart for miracles to come again.

It may be that its prayer really worked. A translucent golden giant suddenly appeared in front of the 12 mice. The dazzling golden light reflected the dark and damp sewer like a magnificent palace.

The golden figure is only the size of an ordinary adult, but its standing body seems to penetrate the sky and the earth, with a kind of indescribable greatness, and the face covered by the golden light is exactly the same as Jiang Chen.

Faced with this unknown existence, the other mice neighed in fear driven by their genetic instincts, fled around, and disappeared into the darkness in a blink of an eye.

Only Caesar had a strange light in his eyes.

For some reason, it was sure that it was this giant who had guided them before.

The longing and gratitude in the soul naturally overwhelmed the instinctive fear.

It crawled a little bit against the golden light, and finally crawled to the giant's feet, bowing its head to express its humility.

As if sensing Caesar's intentions, the giant slowly squatted down and stretched out his right index finger. The golden light around him crazily gathered towards the fingertips, and finally condensed a little liquid golden water droplets.

Needless to say, Caesar felt his almost crazy desire the moment the water droplets formed.

Every gene chain, every cell, every drop of blood is telling a sentence:

get it, get it!

The instinct derived from genes told Caesar that this drop of water would change the fate of him and even the entire race.

So, Caesar raised his head, supported the weight of his whole body with his two hind legs, plunged his crippled tail into the mud to fix his swinging body, tried his best to elevate his body, and touched his forehead to Jiang as if on a pilgrimage. Chen's fingertips.

The moment the water drop collided with Caesar's forehead, the golden light passed away, and the chaotic soul was awakened, and a voice as vast as the starry sky played in the soul:

"From today, your name is Caesar, the ancestor of the Rat Clan!"

Since the birth of human beings on the earth, the second intelligent race was born here!

In this dark night that no one knows, the times began to run wild...

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