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Chapter 166 The Fantastic Journey of the Titan Civilization

The fairy tale world is Old Grimm's most beautiful wish for all the Titans.

But both the fairy tale world and the fairy tale creatures rely on the power of the Evil Eye to survive.

But now, with the death of the Evil Eye and Old Grimm, who could control its power, this dream will end. Even if the fairy tale world becomes reality because of the "pseudo-Genesis," the fairy tale creatures will not.

They are essentially just fantastical creatures from this beautiful dream. They shouldn't exist in the world, just like those fairy tale wizards who don't need to follow the law of conservation of magic. They weren't created out of thin air; the price was simply paid by the Evil Eye.

At that moment, when the cursed blood completely covered the Evil Eye, Xue Lude sensed billions of fantasy Titans, miraculous fantasy creatures born from Old Grimm's wish.

Inside the Evil Eye, they are just a bunch of human heads that look like cancerous tumors, but on the outside, they are the real bodies of those fantastical creatures.

At this moment, with the death of old Green, they too are about to vanish.

Outwardly, the fairytale creatures all seemed drowsy, lying on the lawn woven from dreams, gazing at the real sky, reaching out their hands, as if fantasizing about a wonderful future.

A shooting star streaked across the night sky, and all the fantastical creatures marveled at the magnificence of the real starry sky.

Shooting stars, so beautiful.

This is the lament of all the creatures in their fairy tales, and also their most beautiful wish for the future after knowing everything.

and so……

"Cursed Blood, full power!"

The next moment, all the fairytale creatures in the world that were asleep felt as if they were dreaming an incredibly long dream.

It was a planet whose core had been extinguished, where the embers of civilization were barely visible. Endless cold winds and snow covered the world, and people could only hide underground, desperately hoping for a bright and warm future.

Above ground, only steam pipes could barely allow people to move forward in this freezing cold.

The road ahead was uncertain, and their lights were dim, but they persevered. Countless years later, on that day, a shooting star streaked across the night sky and crashed near their settlement.

People discovered a meteorite, and discovered that once ignited, it would burn indefinitely, burning under any conditions.

People cheered the miracle, used the endless energy from igniting the meteorite to advance technology, and discovered the genetic module of "God" through the burned tissue structure.

Thus began their technological leap forward.

That day marked the beginning of their civilization's rebirth. Even on their home planet where the Earth's core had been extinguished, even on a surface where the average temperature was minus forty degrees Celsius, they were still able to survive with great difficulty, resisting the endless cold and snow, and sending out the most tenacious cry to nature.

They believed they could definitely conquer the cold.

Until even the air began to freeze.

Even with the endless energy of the Evil Eye, they couldn't survive. Minus 100 degrees Celsius—this might just be the beginning. Scientists from the Titan civilization discovered that if they continued to eke out a living, the temperature of their home planet would drop to an average of minus 200 degrees Celsius.

At that time, even with the Evil Eye's endless energy, they could not survive.

Therefore, for the sake of the future, they began to seek change.

Countless stargazers who froze to death discovered that the nearest habitable planet was 3.4 light-years away. Even though this distance seemed like an insurmountable chasm to them, the Titan civilization still set its sights on that place and began to almost completely plunder the materials of its home planet to build that space mothership.

For over 4000 years, spanning more than two hundred generations, they united and worked together to build this space carrier.

After the "Evil Eye," the last sacred relic of the entire civilization, was installed on the space carrier, the spaceship received the most abundant energy support.

It soared into the sky, broke through the atmosphere, and left its home planet, a land of snow and bitter cold.

The space carrier can only hold a little over 100 million people, so only the most knowledgeable, the smartest, and newborn children can board this ark that leads to tomorrow and hope.

Therefore, the entire government of the old Titan civilization, comprised of 28 different races, remained on their home planet, waving goodbye as they watched their hopes and future drift toward a planet 3.4 light-years away.

The moment the space carrier emerged from the atmosphere, ice and snow engulfed all the old Titan civilization. They remained in the pose of waving to the sky, forever frozen into statues on that planet.

This dream was so long; they experienced tens of thousands of years of bitter cold within it.

It was as if their ancestors had left them the last spark of life after tens of thousands of years of winter in that world, hoping that the future of civilization could be reborn in another world.

This wandering, estimated to last nearly 40,000 years and involving more than a thousand generations, will eventually lead to the discovery of a new home.

In that land, flowers still bloom, forests still flourish, and the sun will still rise tomorrow.

In this dream, the evil eye called "God" has felt the faith provided to it by the little people around it since its birth.

They were grateful to themselves, they prayed to themselves, for hundreds, thousands of years...

They will send messages of joy, as the construction of the space carrier is one step closer to completion; they will also send messages of sorrow, perhaps the sacrifice of a comrade, or the freezing of yet another home.

When they are happy, God is happy; when they are sad, God is sad.

From the moment of His birth, He witnessed all the joys and sorrows of these little people. The faith He received from Him gave Him more time to be lucid. At first, He could only be lucid for a few seconds before falling asleep again. Later, He was able to be lucid for a few minutes, hours, or even days.

Until the giant sphere was completed, He felt everyone's joy, and also their farewell.

The giant ball flew into the sky. It felt that more than 90% of the little people who provided it with faith had disappeared in an instant, and it was very sad.

However, this ark is like a small boat, with dreams overflowing from its deck, and the wind and rain rocking the future. It doesn't know which unknown future it will sail towards.

The Ark drifts in the universe, like a small boat on a vast ocean.

This is a dream from which we will never wake, neither for the Titans nor for the Evil Eye.

The hope and tomorrow of an entire civilization. And that old man, watching over us for thirty thousand years.

However, at this moment...

Countless rays of light appeared on the dream creatures, piercing through the earth, penetrating its core, and converging on the Evil Eye.

The suffering of an entire civilization and the "god" who guards the entire civilization in the illusion—at this moment, the cursed blood needs to absorb all this suffering into its own body in an instant.

And he can only absorb it at a time, because in the next moment, this suffering will crash into his soul like a tsunami, and he will no longer have time to think.

But it doesn't matter, because the distress signal has already been sent.

He firmly believed that the group of people who had gathered from all over the universe would be able to take up this torch.

……

It is now midnight.

A group of girls surrounded a boy, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

The boy smiled and embraced the girls, whispering sweet nothings to them as well.

"Bang!"

The gate was smashed open.

A fully armed woman ignored the young girls and said, "There's no time. We must set off immediately. At the edge of the Milky Way in the fifth era 3232, a member of an interstellar squadron sent out a final signal. There lies suffering and doomsday that he could not resolve even with his life. We must teach that world a lesson before his enlightenment fades away."

"And you, are you going to continue listening to girls whispering sweet nothings about loving you, or hurry up and pull up your pants to head to the edge of the Milky Way?" After the woman finished speaking, she left only her back view.

The boy's expression vanished instantly. He smiled and said, "Sorry, ladies, there may be a hero who fell in the darkness before dawn, but there is still suffering there, so I'm going to help."

Even if my strength is insignificant.

"Ghana."

……

At that moment, countless portals opened on this newborn planet.

Each soul is like a shooting star streaking across the sky, traversing billions of light-years, bringing with them countless brave warriors who follow one after another. They transcend race, language, civilization, and region.

Wherever there is suffering and oppression, there they are.

As always, without complaint or regret.

When despair and suffering came crashing down like a tidal wave, Xue's consciousness was like a drowning person in a storm. He gradually sank into the sea, and the giant waves came and he was submerged in the vast ocean.

However, the next moment, it seemed as if a hand grabbed Xue Dinglu, who was immersed in the vast ocean. When he looked up, a second hand, a third hand, and countless hands grabbed him, as if they were desperately trying to pull him out of this deep abyss-like sea.

Xue Dinglu grasped the hands that reached for him.

Yes, I'm not the only one.

At this moment, the cursed blood was forcibly reversed. This suffering would not be borne by him alone, but by hundreds of millions of people at the same time, sharing this despairing side effect that was so devastating for him.

“Mechanical…sentence…” Xue Law laughed.

He closed his eyes and fell into the deepest sleep.

Yes, he is not alone, because there are many other people who share the same ideals and future as him.

That bright future has arrived.

……

The carriage moved slowly across the flat ground, its body decorated with flowers and ribbons swaying back and forth. Xue Dinglu opened his eyes.

He looked up at the witch who was looking down at him, and at the little squirrel that was always on her shoulder.

It seemed to be dawn. The carriage moved slowly along the country road, the horses' manes fluttering in the wind, their eyes sparkling with hope.

When Xue Dinglu opened the carriage curtain, he saw all sorts of fairytale creatures, from cats wearing tall hats to talking rabbits, from kind giants to clever elves, all surrounding the carriage, forming a warm yet sturdy protective circle.

In the sky, a giant dragon spreads its wings and soars, while snow-white swans fly with the wind.

An owl perched on the roof of the carriage, while the Little Mermaid drove the carriage.

In the gentle breeze, the bells on the carriage jingled melodiously.

In the distance, the horizon begins to lighten with the first hints of dawn, signaling the end of a long, quiet night. In the hazy light, a faint blush seems to be spreading across the sky, like a shy maiden gently strumming the strings of a zither.

Until, finally, the true sunlight shone down on this land, illuminating the fur of countless fairytale creatures.

They all looked at Xue Luding, who was standing quietly in the sunlight. Each fairytale creature stood there quietly, as if waiting for him to speak.

"The real sun has risen." Xue Dinglu squinted at the sunrise. He could feel that it was a real star, now located in the habitable zone of this star system, and would live here forever.

Deep within the earth, the evil eye narrowed slightly, then seemed to fall asleep peacefully.

Yes, the real sun has risen.

(End of this chapter)