Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 454 The People of the Tower
The war has never changed.

In the earliest times, people killed each other to compete for prey and food. Now, these land-dwelling races are also fiercely fighting for food.

This is naturally far from the Tower of Babel that the Seed of Creation desired.

The Seeds of Creation desire peace, for these surface races to work together to build the Tower of Babel, rather than letting them kill each other and waste their blood.

So after a moment's thought, the Seed of Creation increased the food supply.

More and more roots surfaced, bearing edible fruit in such abundance that they were enough to feed an entire race—but that was clearly not enough, as the races on the ground continued to wage war against each other.

Therefore, the Seed of Creation distributed more food.

Of course, generating these foods requires heat, and the source of this heat is the hot blood spilled on the ground and the corpses lying on the ground—in the end, compared to the surface races cooking each other, the Seed of Creation only adds one more step.

But this extra step had a completely different effect.

The roots that were sent to the surface filtered out the toxins, leaving only pure heat in the fruit. Naturally, this would attract the attention of surface races, since it would almost certainly help them reduce the difficulty of obtaining heat and increase the efficiency of heat intake.

"This... seems to be a kind of cooking?"

At this moment, the Seed of Creation vaguely understood something.

It seems that's true. This is also a kind of cooking, but it's different from the way my father used fire to cook. It's a more special way of cooking.

Or rather, all cooking methods ultimately lead to the same goal: collecting and processing heat until it becomes edible.

After realizing this, the Seed of Creation truly felt that it understood everything.

At the same time, it also understood how to control those surface races.

More food was sent up, still from the calories of these surface races themselves, but this time, the Seed of Creation contributed extra calories to meet the needs of all races.

The surface races, who had been constantly at war, enjoyed a brief respite from the chaos of war, and the land, already stained with blood, experienced a brief period of peace.

However, it was only a temporary peace.

The prosperity lasted only a short while before the roots withered. As for the reason for the withering, the Seed of Creation, controlling the wooden dwarf's body, explained: "Plants need light to grow; without light, plants will inevitably wither."

So, in order to obtain food, these surface races all began their attempts.

At first, they used firelight to illuminate the area, but this method was obviously not working. Later, they tried using lava elements to illuminate the area, but this method was no different from using firelight.

However, those races that tried the Ignivas' cultivation system saw their crops improve slightly when they used their aura to cultivate them.

However, under the conscious suppression of the Seed of Creation, this improvement eventually vanished without a trace.

Everything seemed to point in one ultimate direction: to find true sunlight. However, their current level of understanding was far from sufficient to find true sunlight.

The only ones with any real skill are probably the Ignivas. They are already nomads of the stars, so they naturally know the locations of many stars. But knowing is one thing, they can't possibly move a planet in the direction they want. In fact, they still don't know where this planet wants to go.

As for other races, they were even more clueless. They had never even explored the starry sea, so how could they possibly know where the light was?

It was at this moment that they remembered their original mission, which was to go deep underground and eliminate something lurking there.

But even if you remember, it's just a memory.

These races aren't fools; they all understand that even if they eliminate the evil lurking underground, it won't solve the fundamental problem—without light, nothing can be discussed, and this is clearly not something that can be accomplished by simply killing someone.

So, under the guidance of a certain dwarf king, they began to build a tall tower.

The higher you stand, the farther you can see—this is a rather simple understanding. So, if you stand high enough, you can receive more information from the Star Sea. Clearly, this is the Star Sea faction's way of thinking among those long-eared elves, but it actually works surprisingly well for these races right now.

However, at the beginning, they did not unite to build towers. Instead, each race built its own tower. Clearly, at this time, they still harbored the idea of ​​dominating the planet. As long as they found sunlight and cultivated more food, they could conquer the entire planet.

Aside from the Ignivas, they had absolutely no need to build these things.

Therefore, upon noticing the unusual movements of other races, the Ignivas immediately concluded that these races wanted to form an alliance to overthrow them.

After discovering the dwarves' involvement, the Ignivas became even more certain of this, since they had always been wary of these half-dwarves, or rather, they had known all along that these half-dwarves harbored rebellious intentions, and now was the perfect time to get rid of them.

The Ignivas firmly believe they are the strongest, and they have a history of opposing the entire planet.

Moreover, other surface races are far from being considered part of the world.

The Ignivas launched a swift and decisive attack, unleashing a rain of black fire that not only destroyed the unfinished towers but also sent the surface races fleeing in disarray.

They only fled in disarray, not all of them perished. These surface races were once the elite on their own planets, and with the experience gained from years of warfare, how could they possibly die in such a surprise attack?

But it was this surprise attack that gave these surface races a common enemy.

"It was those Ignivas who declared war on us first!"

The dwarf race, having lost their dwarf king, were the first to voice this cry.

And the other surface races echoed this sentiment.

Faced with the overwhelming Ignivas, they no longer used their old name, but instead called themselves "People of the Tower," meaning those who built the tower.

For every tower built, there is one that was not; the extermination of the Ignivas began on this day.

(End of this chapter)