Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

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"If I were Heterochromia, I would not hurt Chaos at all, and I would protect him wholeheartedly." Mo Yu said to Iyalian, "There are too many benefits to staying in the tribe: a stable life, a stable supply of faith, and a profound heritage... It is not worth it to give up these.

The Ithaca tribe is also facing a dilemma: they have invested too much sunk cost in Heterochromia without the Star Chosen, years of teaching, unreserved inheritance, people's trust... It can be said that when the past of another tribe and the life of a madman are placed on both ends of the scale, and the efforts of their own tribe and the benefits that may be gained from Heterochromia, their own tribe will definitely be the winner.

Both sides will want to maintain the current superficial peace until some opportunity appears."

Then Mo Yu shook his head again: "But Heterochromia Tong Qian should never have tampered with the words of the world consciousness, which would cause people's fear - he is the only one who can hear the voice. If he arbitrarily falsely conveys the will of the world consciousness and manipulates people, it will bring endless danger and death to the tribe.

Even if Yi Tong really restrains his nature from now on and stays in this tribe well, it will be difficult for people here to trust him sincerely, and the conflict will eventually break out completely. The factors that triggered the fire may be random, but the result is probably a fixed number of fate. "

Yi Tong did not continue to eavesdrop for too long. Because a large group of people walked into the cabin laughing, he had to sneak into the woods from behind the cabin. He paced back and forth in the depths of the woods nervously, scratched his hair, and thought for a long time with gritted teeth. Finally, he calmed down, tidied himself up, and walked out of the woods with a compassionate and gentle smile.

Just as Mo Yu guessed, Yi Tong chose to compromise and lie dormant. He maintained his disguise uneasily, worked diligently and honestly as a competent priest, and no longer tried to use the language of world consciousness to toss tricks, play with people's hearts, and plunder faith...

And Chaos was not defenseless. The entire Ithaca tribe resumed the practice before there was no Star Chosen: they tried to open up channels for communication with other tribes, regularly exchanged resources and information with surrounding tribes, and checked with priests from multiple different tribes whether the news reported by Yi Tong was accurate.

To be honest, these measures may not necessarily exchange for any useful intelligence, and other tribes will not tell them all the maxims they heard without reservation. These measures were taken by the Ithaca tribe specifically for Yitong to see. They were like telling Yitong: "You'd better not have any bad intentions. If you dare to make up a story, we will all know it, and then you can't stay in the tribe anymore."

The two sides maintained peace for several years in a tacit and unspoken way, but under the surface, there were undercurrents. Yitong always neurotically doubted everyone in the tribe, wondering if they had already known his secrets and whether they would tell these secrets to the next person.

This suspicious mental state put a great burden on Yitong's already poor body. His health was getting worse and worse. An ordinary winter snow caused him to have a high fever and be bedridden, and even nearly died several times. Although he finally survived this acute illness, this bad experience obviously left him with a very deep psychological shadow.

"Humans are so fragile..." After he was finally able to sit up from the bed, Yi Tong said to himself in a lost and soulless manner: "Even if you become a transcendent, you still cannot escape the curse of birth, aging, illness and death... No, I don't want this, I don't want my life to be controlled anymore, whether it's world consciousness or natural laws, I want to break through the shackles of the world, gain immortality, transcend everything, and do whatever I want!" [. 3. ],

When his body got better, Yi Tong began to soak in the books of the Ithaca tribe day and night, studying and searching for his own way to become a god in the records of those stone tablets, wooden boards and parchment.

The growth rate of world consciousness is much slower than that of humans. It takes the accumulation of several generations or even dozens of generations of life to teach world consciousness a few principles that humans have already learned. Therefore, the world consciousness, which has great power but is very young, wants mature gods to act as her agents to protect her from wind and frost and filter out the pollution in faith.

The current world consciousness still adheres to the most ancient and fair way of nature. It does not distinguish between good and evil, but only respects the natural cycle of life: big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp, corpses and feces return to the earth, giving birth to countless plants and mushrooms, and feeding more animals...

A biological race that is too prosperous and brings too much pressure to nature will be reduced in number by disasters, diseases and predators, so that the earth can rest and another creature can obtain nutrition on the flesh and bones and prosper.

This is a world where indifference and cruelty, tenderness and fraternity coexist. She precisely controls the biological population, making the entire food chain run seamlessly.

Yi Tong also realized that the "sin" he committed was insignificant in the eyes of the world consciousness - it was nothing more than an ant betraying its group. If this group of ants died out, there would always be more new ants to replace them.

"This is good." When he realized that he was not that special to the world consciousness, he said sadly: "This is good, the world consciousness will not be biased against me, she doesn't care at all. Her only criterion It is whether the god is strong, loyal to her, and can protect her from wind and rain.

I need more power, to become the most powerful god, and to gain both virtual and real power and spiritual power... The former can open the door to the virtual realm and make me omnipotent, while the latter can protect my mind. , allowing me to travel through the virtual world without falling into madness! "

He laughed wildly and said: "As for loyalty, I can give you as much as you want for such a worthless thing! I can give 'loyalty' to anyone who gives me benefits!"

He hummed a song and left the library, and even went to visit Chaos. Due to the long-term fear of impending death, the witch doctor has become much older. In this cold winter, he wrapped himself tightly in thin fur, and his thin face showed a sick look.

"You look very bad, Kaos." Yitong said worriedly, "Take good care of your body, I don't want you to die yet."

Kaos choked and laughed mockingly: "Yes, if I die, you will have to leave the tribe."