I farmed in military academy and crushed the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 232 The Pact of Seven Dreams
"Hey, Tiesheng, what's with that expression?"

"Hehe, he must think we were brought here and aren't his parents anymore."

Grandma Lin sat up, supporting her back, and said unhappily, "In your heart, are we really that useless?"

Mr. Lin was dumbfounded. Hearing his parents' familiar tone and those familiar disdainful looks, he asked incredulously, "Dad, Mom?"

"Don't call me Mom, I don't have a son as stupid as you." Grandma Lin stood up, stretched her arms and legs, and was very dissatisfied.

This body is too weak; it's nothing compared to the bodies of the witch clan.

Weasley and the black man exchanged a glance. Although the two acted as before, neither of them dared to be sure whether it was true or false, let alone let them out.

Fortunately, Grandpa Lin was very understanding: "We won't go out until Xiao He comes back."

Weasley breathed a sigh of relief; that was good.

"Grandpa, Grandma, please feel free to order whatever you would like to eat or drink. Everything is fine except for going out."

Seeing that the two of them actually cooperated obediently, everyone who was hanging in suspense finally felt relieved.

Through the glass, Mr. Lin asked curiously, "Mom and Dad, how come you're... um, so normal?"

Grandpa Lin practiced his boxing remotely, the speed and power of his punches creating the sound of air exploding: "Because of the [id]. Although we have those memories, it's more like we're acting in a play, and it's easy to break out of character."

Mr. Lin pointed at Mrs. Lin: "And what about her?"

Grandma Lin blurted out, "She treated her experiences here as an act."

Lin's mother...

We're all awakened beings, no need to compare or belittle anyone.

Lin's mother: "Where do you come from? Before or after the Deep Wave Empire?"

Grandma Lin proudly raised her head: "The Witch Clan Civilization, the first civilization in the entire star field!"

Pride, honor.

Lin's mother: "Oh, the first one to go extinct."

Grandma Lin's upright chest collapsed instantly.

Alas, who could have imagined that even with the combined strength of the entire Witch Clan, led by the Chosen One, they still couldn't break free from the prison?

Lin's mother asked a profound question: "Where do we come from? Why is there a world-ending crisis? How can we escape it?"

Grandma Lin scratched her head awkwardly, and could only reply three times to Lin's mother's three questions: "I don't know."

Lin's mother looked at her with disdain. Although she didn't say anything, anyone could tell that she was saying, "Then what's the use of your awakening?"

Grandma Lin coughed twice and nudged Grandpa Lin with her elbow.

Grandpa Lin explained, “All we know is that there is an invisible cage in the entire star field. Once our development reaches a certain critical point, we will be annihilated. But because of the Holy Monument, our souls will not perish, but will be reincarnated.”

"However, according to our witch clan's experiments, the soul is weakened with each reincarnation. Despite the inheritance ritual, it is still impossible to restore it to 100%."

Grandpa Lin sighed silently.

A comparison with the Deepwave Empire reveals that the soul has been significantly weakened. It's unclear whether this was due to a mass extinction.

Lin's mother suddenly realized, "Oh, so that's how it is."

They assumed that the previous civilizations had simply followed different development paths than the Deep Wave Empire, so when they discovered prehistoric sites, it was difficult to obtain any useful information.

Unexpectedly, civilization was weakened in its very essence. Lin's mother asked, "How many more times can our souls withstand this weakening? Will we eventually become idiots, or simply disappear?"

Grandma Lin glanced at Lin's mother and looked at her with newfound respect; her intuition was quite sharp.

"Isn't that all there is to your mythology?"

Lin's mother recalled the most widely circulated myth in the Deep Wave Empire.

"In the eye of the Great Vortex of Guixu, our deity Yuanzu slumbers. Yuanzu's dreams are the reality of the empire. Each dream is the rise and fall of an era. After seven dreams, she will awaken, devour everything, and turn civilization into the remnants of nightmares, all to accumulate power to fight against the evil forces lurking outside the vortex."

"This myth is called the Seven Dreams Pact. So, we can only withstand seven restarts? Which one are we on now?"

Everyone looked at each other.

Lin Jingqiu counted: "The Witch Clan Civilization, another humanoid civilization, the Giant Beast Civilization, the Deep Wave Civilization, and us. At least the fifth time."

Is this good news? At least there's still a way out, instead of the unfortunate seventh time.

Lin Jingqiu: "Grandma, why does every civilization leave behind a backup plan in an attempt to awaken?"

Grandma Lin said with a complicated expression, "The Witch Clan exists to break free from the prison. If future generations are stronger than us, we will never awaken. If we become weak to a certain degree, we will awaken after the destined person enters the Holy Stele."

In short, humans are far too weak now, so weak that even the ancient Wu tribe couldn't stand it anymore and turned on their deathbeds!
Mr. Lin lowered his head in shame.

Weasley didn't care; he was talking about ordinary humans, what did it have to do with them, the Stardust humans?
Given enough time to develop, the Stardust Humans, under the leadership of the Party Leader, can defeat the Witch Clan one against three!
Just so confident!

Lin's mother's answer was less righteous and lofty: "Our starting point is very simple: we don't want the civilization of the Deep Wave Empire to become extinct. Who would want to die if they could live?"

The Seven Dreams Pact is just a myth; no one takes it seriously.

To my utter surprise, this is actually true.

Lin's mother had a bitter expression on her face, somewhat regretting that she had awakened to the truth and didn't want to die twice.

The pain of death should be borne by her after reincarnation.

After everything was discussed openly, the atmosphere at the scene became much more harmonious.

Weasley brought meat and vegetables to everyone, intending to have hot pot, and even offered up his treasured stash of stir-fried crayfish.

"Come on, eat and drink well. Who cares about the end of the world? There's plenty of time, no rush."

The idea of ​​an apocalyptic crisis sounds so far away; it's not as stressful as the Zerg, with their two gods.

Lin's mother peeled a crayfish and stuffed it into her mouth: "Of course! What's there to be afraid of? Anyway, we still have two more chances. Let the Seventh Age civilization worry about this century-old problem."

She hissed from the spiciness: "I don't know why, but the thought that I still have two more chances to reincarnate makes me not anxious at all."

Lin's father laughed heartily: "Because you have a way out! The most insane people are those who have no way out. But there's one thing I don't quite understand. The Witch Clan shouldn't have as many people as us, right? Where did the extra souls come from?"

bang.

Grandma Lin, with a mouthful of hot pot meat stuffed in her mouth, forgot to chew and looked on with a puzzled expression.

That's right, the soul can only decrease, it can't increase out of thin air!
Where did the extra people come from?!

Grandpa Lin gently helped Grandma Lin close her chin with his hand: "Don't worry about it. We'll ask her when our little darling comes back."

The atmosphere relaxed again. Yes, there was still the little darling/little sister/party leader there!

But why hasn't she come back yet? Do business negotiations really take this long?
　Grandpa Lin, Grandma Lin, and Mom Lin were all from a prehistoric civilization, but not from the same era.
　　(End of this chapter)