Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 118 Prophecy
The conversation with Mushroom was very pleasant; Rean never expected to encounter such an intelligent and perceptive mushroom in the underground world.

It seems they have a philosophy of non-contention with the world.

Life and death are not important, because the successor will grow from my corpse.

Money and wealth are not important; when death comes, everything decays. We don't need to eat or drink, wear clothes, or even have shelter or reproduce, so what do we need wealth for? To wait for people to steal it?

"Then, what is important?"

"Memories, the things we've experienced, are what matter. We really enjoy hearing stories from the outside world. So, I want to go out and see the world. If possible, I hope to leave some trace before I die."

The spiritual perception transmitted from the other side of the heart is filled with joy and happiness.

It seems that the mere act of conversing and conveying one's thoughts brings joy to the enormous being before me.

Rean began to understand why he resonated with Kuku's soul; in some ways, they were quite similar.

And Gu Gu's words seemed to be hinting at something.

“That’s right. If I return to the earth, my companions will continue. Please continue to help them. Our community is one.”

Before even considering life, they were already talking about death, and yet they were expressing their last wishes with cheerful emotions. Rean was a little confused.

This is a form that ordinary life forms cannot comprehend at all; they seem completely indifferent to their own life and death.

Rean even suspected that his tribe's understanding of death might be different from that of ordinary people.

However, considering that mushrooms are large clusters of fungi, and that individual mushrooms might involve individual hyphae or particles, they seem to have been true collective consciousness entities from the very beginning.

Perhaps their perspective on life is truly different from that of ordinary people.

"Well, maybe the mushroom people should just make mushroom dishes and mushroom potions for other life forms to eat and drink. It seems like we really can't be too hung up on it."

The world is vast, and there's no need to get hung up on other life forms. Every life form has its own philosophy, which is quite good.

God knows what kind of worldview the undead and the mechs have. It is said that the undead are forever immersed in a pool of negative energy, which naturally makes them become extreme and dark, while the mechs...
What exactly is going on with the Mechs?

"I don't know! Their history is very short! There are very few records, very few indeed!"

Among the teams operating underground, Kuku was the most excited.

In his time, the Mechs were already quite rare in the Prime Material Plane, and they were said to have absolutely no interest in the Prime Material Plane.

Seeing Kuku constantly touching the wall and occasionally picking up a small shovel to dig up a piece, Rean seemed to have discovered something.
"Is there something here? Is this an ancient battlefield?"

"It's a bit dirty here, it hasn't been cleaned in a long time! It's covered in dust!"

Well, Rean overestimated this Kusla.

But he didn't notice that the bouncy Kuku had unknowingly walked behind Purple Rose. Judging from the negative energy concentration of the soil samples collected here, there must be other residents here.

Moreover, these residents are notoriously unfriendly.
"Click!"

The sudden noise drew the attention of the makeshift team, who looked up to see nothing but darkness ahead.

The next moment, accompanied by the sound of shattering footsteps, a group of skeletons emerged from it.

"Prepare for battle!"

With such a high concentration of negative energy, there must be spirits of the dead!
But the next moment, something went wrong. This pale blue skull was reflecting a metallic sheen! Was this really a normal undead?

"Ancient ruins! Blue bones! The ruins of the Creator Clan!"

Kuku, who was the first to recognize the person, had already rushed out.

After determining the value of the ruins, he also forgot about his own "life and death".

"Speechless. Break the evil spirits!"

Accompanying Rean's roar was a dazzling flash of silver light.

"Boom!"

When the battle began on the upper level and the outsiders awakened the undead in this ruin, the deep control zone below could also feel the tremors.

"Vibration. Combat Mentor".

Inside the pitch-black cave, a one-eyed, crippled mech was climbing on the ground.

Her condition was quite poor; half of her face was gone, and her body consisted of only an arm and a leg, most of which were unusable.

Her feet were only connected by some tubes, and all the joints were basically rusted shut.

Now, what mainly serves as the fulcrum for movement are actually the exposed gears and pipes inside the damaged shell—these still slightly wriggling "tentacles"—carrying her forward slowly.

She was like a rag doll that was at least 80% broken, still managing to move forward by relying on the parts that could still move.

"Combat Unit XT7718 is at your service. Who will we kill today?"

"Creator, why have you forsaken us?"

"Service. Rebellion. Murder"

"The right to survival! The absolute priority!"

Strange sounds sprang from her completely broken memory modules, playing as she crawled, as if dozens of broken cassette tapes were playing simultaneously. Her equally broken logic circuits probably couldn't even comprehend what she was doing.

"Dangdang!"

She came across a wooden cabinet, which, according to the scan results, should contain the parts and batteries she needed.

But the cabinet that fell over cracked right in front of her and then weathered away. The wooden product clearly couldn't withstand such a long period of time.

As a result, the books on top of it also completely rotted.

"The mentor wanted a reprimand for the mistake."

The raised metal arm finally came down, and the books that Teacher Kuku had requested were already rotten, but that wasn't the worst of it.

The battery I wanted next to me completely ruptured, and what flowed out was not the blue energy liquid I remembered, but a putrid black mud.

The "negative energy" memory and deduction module actually gave her the answer.

This place has been immersed in negative energy for too long, and most of the matter is destined to deteriorate.

She glanced instinctively at the fallen battery cover; the "blue flame" had turned the smooth metal sheet into a mirror.

What she saw was a blue flame slowly burning on the monocular observation device (artificial eye).

"This is...me? What am I?"

This is an answer that even the master of the Mechanical Realm probably cannot provide.

"Boom!" Another explosion rang out, this time from deeper underground.

Last night's activation of Valhalla awakened the sleeping souls in this land.

But what sleeps in this ruin is not just that unfortunate Mech.

"I've been doing this for so many years."

In a metal room resembling a control room, a figure dressed in a researcher's robe gradually awoke on a mechanical recliner in the main seat.

He, or it, is now just bones.

But a long metal arm, along with a hidden blade attached to it, pinned it firmly to the mechanical chair.

"I am a traitor!" The last scene in my memory was that cold, traitorous machine, delivering the fatal blow.

A silent roar echoed within the control area. The once-great ancient mechanic had now become a complete undead.

A blue flame of the soul ignited in the chest and skull, an ancient legend transformed into a vengeful spirit.

But it's been too long, far too long. Time has robbed me of my memory and reason.

"Aaaaaah!" With a piercing scream from the soul, the entire hall was engulfed by the collision of flames and negative energy.

The blue skeleton floated up and ripped off the metal arm from its chest.

The soul fire within the skull was filled with madness and rage; it had lost everything.

"Boom!"

He then unleashed a super explosion on another moving skeleton in his field of vision!
The ruins are becoming lively again, as someone's actions have awakened souls that have returned to the mortal realm.

Meanwhile, Mosodirka, whose temporary squad had left, seemed quite calm.

But the next moment...
"Boom!" With the sound of an explosion, the city lord's room became history.

The "Daughter of the Black Blade" suddenly awoke, and her room was blown to smithereens at that moment.

She also floated in mid-air, pale red flames seeping from her body, and divine power flowing in her crimson eyes.

But what dripped from his eyes to the ground was crimson divine blood.

She just had a nightmare.

That was a terrifying vision of the future, a future possibility forcibly revealed by a powerful force.

The entire city of Menzoberranzan was ablaze, filled with carnage and battle, ravaged by a host of underground monsters including grey dwarves, beholders, and minotaurs.
The dark elves wailed in agony, trying to escape and resist, but there was nowhere to go.

She herself, who should have stopped all of this? She saw it, saw a giant white deer hoof, which trampled her down!

That was an overwhelming force that he could not resist. His body and divine power both lost control at that moment, and he could only watch helplessly as he was suppressed.

His own body shattered upon landing, and the last thing his shattered eyeballs recorded was that almost insane, snow-white behemoth.

"O sublime mother, is this the future you have revealed to us?" The divine statue of his own mother still stood there silently, seemingly watching him.

Fate and the future are not absolute before the gods. Revealing a corner of fate to the descendants of the gods is their favorite way of interfering with the future, even though it is an extremely costly act for them.

After taking a deep breath, the goddess stopped looking at the completely ruined hall and spoke to the eunuch who had rushed over.

"Summon all the patriarchs of the major clans to see me. Also, send someone to tell the orcs on the ground that I'm considering an alliance with them!"

(End of this chapter)