Star Hunter.

Chapter 366 combines "genius" and "idiot" into one.

Long didn't immediately drink the contents of the bottle. Even if the contents were incredibly tempting, he couldn't act rashly before understanding the situation.

Who are these people? And how did they end up living in this underwater city?

Nothing is settled yet.

Xilin glanced at the people gathered around him, as well as those peering out of windows in other buildings. Nearly three hundred people had already shown themselves. The city was large, but its population was far too sparse compared to the area of ​​this underwater city.

"What is your relationship with the Xi family?" Xilin asked.

The old man, who was initially anxious because Long hadn't drunk the bottle, was taken aback by Xilin's words. Not only the old man, but also the group of onlookers around him showed surprise.

Xilin hadn't told Long much about the Xi family, only mentioning that Olliro had some connection to them. Even Invictus, who had been with Andrea Fokos for a long time, didn't know much about Long's subordinates. Now, hearing Xilin bring it up, they were all quite curious.

After a moment of surprise, the old man looked at Xilin with great respect, not for Xilin, but for the "Xi family" that Xilin had mentioned.

"The Xi family are our benefactors!"

"benefactor?"

"Yes, if it weren't for the help of the Xi family back then, our ancestors might not have survived that disaster a thousand years ago, and we wouldn't exist now."

The old man, and the people around him, with that look in their eyes... they seemed more like believers.

Suddenly remembering something, Long asked, "May I ask your surname?"

"We don't have surnames, but if we really had to, we could call ourselves 'Mir'."

"Mir?!"

When Invictus, Pascal, and the others heard this, their jaws nearly dropped.

The Mill family… the Mill family, whose existence is now only hinted at in historical records, a family that critics describe as a combination of “genius” and “idiot”… that Mill family?!

Xilin had learned a bit about the "Mir" family from reading books about the history of the H Star Sector. The Mir family was considered an ancient clan in the H Star Sector. Moreover, every member of this family was an excellent trainer. They didn't even need special training; some Mir children could play and frolic in the sea with those enormous sea monsters even before they could run.

Many people today don't believe that race possessed such abilities, because those things only exist in legends, and there's no visual or textual evidence to be found; all that evidence vanished with the extermination of the Mir family a thousand years ago.

However, Long and his companions had always believed that some records within the Andreira family contained handwritten accounts of the Mil people by Andreira's ancestors. Therefore, Long was genuinely shocked when he heard that the people before him were from the "Mil" family.

According to information gleaned from the written records of Andreira's ancestors, "Mir" was not their surname, but rather the name of their tribal group, according to their ancient tribal language. "Mir" means "sea."

The Mir race is a rather unique group among the native races of Sector H. They are pure-hearted and stubborn, and their single-mindedness offends many people. As critics have said, this race is a combination of "genius" and "idiot." Their talent allows them to communicate with sea monsters with virtually no difficulty, but when dealing with people, they often act irrationally, inadvertently offending a large number of people.

They didn't understand flattery, restraint, or reading people's faces. They were like outcasts among the human race, wiped out a thousand years ago because they unintentionally offended someone and were tricked into going to space. Now it seems that the Mir clan wasn't completely wiped out; some were saved by the Xi family. At the same time, much evidence and evidence of the Mir family's existence was erased by the Xi family's most powerful generation.

Long and his companions carefully examined the people around them. The one whose clan was confirmed to have been wiped out a thousand years ago... was actually hiding in such a place that no one could have imagined!

Seeing the growing number of people approaching, Xilin suggested, "Let's find a place to have a proper talk."

"Yes, yes, we should find a place to have a proper talk." After saying that, the old man turned and left without saying a word of "please" or making any move for Xilin and his group to follow him.

After walking a few steps, the old man turned around and said with displeasure, "Come on, follow me!"

Long gestured to the group with his chin, "Come on, we can't look at the Mir people with the same mindset as ordinary people."

The old man led Xilin and the others into a hemispherical building. The interior was simply furnished, and most of the items were made of stone, which was an extremely rare type of stone!

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Entering from outside and passing through the living room, one sees several kinds of ores that are extremely expensive in the Star Alliance. The gray cat perched on Xilin's shoulder wanted nothing more than to rush up and hug them all.

Those are all dried fish cakes, so many dried fish cakes!

Although the layout is simple, even monotonous, the technology behind it is astonishing. The fact that intelligent automation technology could be used in Haitang Paradise is truly amazing, especially considering it's from a thousand years ago. Given the Mir people's talent in electronics, they could never have created something like this.

In the old man's living room, Xilin and the others learned the general cause and effect.

Back then, the Xi family wanted to study sea monsters and trainers, so they came to the H Star Sector to find research subjects and a suitable environment. They happened to encounter the MULEs, who were suffering from extermination at the time. They saved less than thirty MULEs in total. Although the population of this race was not large to begin with, the sudden drop from several hundred to less than thirty was indeed a devastating blow.

The Xi family avenged the Mir people, taking their enemies to the Sea Paradise and letting the Mir deal with the culprits who had nearly wiped them out. In the end, the surviving Mir people devoured their enemies in the belly of sea monsters.

Since then, the Xi family has begun building an underwater city here. They invented anti-interference technology, but it only resisted some interference. Building such a city underwater was already their limit; they couldn't integrate more technology here. The unique environment rejected most technologies. Fortunately, the underwater city was eventually successfully built, and the Xi family's research was also successfully completed.

The Shi family later left, leaving this underwater world to the Mir people. However, the newly elected Mir chieftain, out of gratitude, promised to stay and guard the "Tears of God" until it was found. Only after the "Tears of God" found its next master would the Mir people leave the underwater city. They willingly became the guardians of the "Tears of God."

This vigil lasted for a thousand years.

They remained on the seabed, befriending the "predators" that Long had mentioned. These sea creatures rarely left the deep sea, but for the sake of the Mil people, they would take a stroll to the surface and bring back some "souvenirs," indirectly allowing the Mil people to experience the ocean surface and its surroundings.

The old man pointed to the bottle in Long's hand and said, "Now that you're here, we can rest easy after you successfully evolve by consuming the 'Tears of God'."

"You don't use this?" Long asked.

"No!" the old man said matter-of-factly. "This wasn't prepared for us."

Pascal and the others looked puzzled. The Mil people were indeed as the legends said; they didn't know what to say about them. If it were anyone else, they would have drunk the "Tears of God" eight hundred years ago—no, perhaps even before the Xi family left.

"Don't you have any thoughts at all? This is 'Tears of God,' 'Tears of God'!" Pascal emphasized.

The old man was getting angry; he felt Pascal was insulting his intelligence. He slapped the table, which the gray cat considered worth a flying fish cake, with displeasure. "I know! Our clan has guarded it for nearly a thousand years. As the current clan leader, the one who took over the 'Tears of God,' do you think I know it better than you do?!"

"You know nothing!" Pascal and a few others thought to themselves.

The Tears of the Gods: In the creation myth, it is written that when the tears of the gods fell into the sea, the creatures of the sea were moved and offered their loyalty.

Those are the kind of beings who can control countless sea beasts, including the overlords of the ocean... the absolute best! How could these people be so cunning?! One person is one thing, but this is an entire clan, spanning generations! Are their brains filled with constipated excrement?! How can they make one feel so... so... anxious?!

"Cough!" Long patted his face, which had just become uncontrollably contorted. He couldn't blame them; as a businessman, he couldn't imagine the neural pathways in the Mil people's minds.

To avoid dwelling on this issue, Long changed the subject and asked, "Chief, according to the records of my ancestors, you Mir people did not look like this."

"Oh, this? Of course it's mutation. The natural environment of Sea Paradise greatly increases the mutation rate. Almost every generation of us undergoes some changes." Chief Mil raised his hand and moved his webbed fingers.

As the fingers moved, the webbing on the hands gradually shrank towards the forearms, and other parts of the hands also underwent some changes. Soon, Chief Mil's hands looked similar to those of ordinary people like Xilin.

The Mir people of yesteryear did not have webbed hands. However, having lived here for nearly a thousand years, the Mir people have undergone numerous changes through generations of mutation. Not only their webbed hands, but also their coarse hair, body shape, and skeletal structure have shown many differences—all due to these variations.

"So, after a thousand years, we've become somewhat different from our ancestors," Chief Mil said with a smug look on his face.

Pascal and the others lowered their heads, trying not to let Chief Mil see their convulsing expressions.

What's there to be proud of? I've been holed up here for a thousand years, what's there to be proud of!

"However," the Mir chieftain's expression turned somewhat wistful, "our Mir people's birth rate has dropped significantly. After so many generations, there are only 476 people left now."

After a moment of silence, Long shook the bottle in his hand. "Is this all there is of 'Tears of God'?"

"Yes, that's all there is, enough for only one person," Chief Mir replied.

Xilin noticed that Chief Mir liked to say "yes" twice. Was this a double affirmation?

As Long expressed some regret, Chief Mir continued, "The mutation caused by 'Tears of God' is a heritable mutation, but it's also based on a certain probability. If you successfully mutate, some of your descendants may inherit this mutation, or they may not."

As long as there's a chance of inheritance, Long feels much more at ease.

"I'd also like to ask, what are the chances of success with the 'Tears of God' treatment?"

Chief Mir thought for a moment, "As far as I know, based on the existing records, it is one hundred percent."

Upon hearing "100%", Invictus, Pascal, and the others, who had been on tenterhooks, breathed a sigh of relief. However, before they could even catch their breath, Chief Mil scratched his webbed hands and said, "Back then, only one person from the Xi family used it, and he succeeded. So, by that calculation, it is indeed 100% accurate."

The members of Wikipedia: "..."

Seriously... this is getting more and more worrying!

"Oh, there's one more thing I need to tell you. There's only one way for you to get out, and even the Xi family used that method back then."

"What method?" The group unconsciously sat up straight.

Chief Mil calmly brushed aside his finger-thick white hair. "Well, we'll have to wait until he successfully evolves."

Everyone: "..."

They're really desperate.

No wonder so many people wanted to beat the Mir people to death back then.

"Back when the Xi family researched the 'shared frequency,' they discovered that even on the same frequency band, mechanical instruments couldn't achieve the same results as humans. That's why I said there's only one way for you to resurface. Well, I've said enough. Our entire clan eagerly awaits your successful mutation!"

Invictus's serious expression had shattered countless times today; there were still many things he didn't understand. But this old man in front of him kept saying, "Enough has been said."

Ten minutes later, Long mentally prepared himself and drank the "Tears of God" from the bottle. Then, he collapsed.

The patriarch said it was a normal phenomenon and even produced a thousand-year-old "instruction manual," which listed the phenomena of successful mutation and predicted various manifestations of failure. Invictus's hands trembled as he held the manual, because the predicted phenomena of failure were simply too terrifying—not even a complete corpse. Invictus couldn't imagine the upheaval that would occur to the entire Andreira family if his young master failed.

Long was placed in the clan elder's house. According to Xilin's observation, although Long's body temperature fluctuated greatly and he seemed to be in great pain, his vital signs were obvious, which should be a good sign.

An hour later, Long's fluctuating body temperature stabilized, but he remained unconscious. According to the "instruction manual," this was a beneficial mutation, not one of the predicted failures. This finally eased the tension among everyone present.

Yingweiji and the others stayed at the clan elder's house, waiting for their young master to wake up. Gray Cat couldn't stay still and wanted to go out for a stroll. Xilin was worried about the cat, so he asked Xiying to stay and observe Long's condition, and took Gray Cat out of the clan elder's house.

Xilin took out a bag of biscuits for the gray cat to chew on, and walked through this underwater city.

This is a very simple city, inhabited by simple-minded people. Even the deep blue waters of Haitang Paradise, which can be frightening, must seem pure and clear to them.

The Mir people lived simple and steadfast lives, guarding the bottle of "Tears of God" with pure hearts. At the same time, they harbored a vague longing for the life beyond the sea, a life passed down through generations. This longing reached its peak with the arrival of Xilin and his group. Even with this longing, they retained their unwavering resolve, willingly remaining here, waiting for the one who would obtain the "Tears of God."

Without a doubt, the Milians were absolute geniuses in taming sea creatures, even more talented than the Ron and his ilk. However, they couldn't escape the misfortune brought about by their own weaknesses. As members of humanity, they couldn't integrate into human society. With accumulated contradictions, annihilation suddenly struck. Even the most skilled trainers, once in space, unable to access marine life and the spirituality of the sea, had their already weakened attack power diminished. Coupled with their relatively backward technology and brute force, how could they possibly compete with others?

The Mir need protectors. Perhaps the Shi family of yesteryear, and later, the Andreira family, will take on this responsibility. But the Andreira family, which rose to prominence as merchants, even if Long truly protects them, what about the future? What about the rest of the Andreira family?

Looking up, Xilin saw the city's light shield separating it from the water, creating a shimmering underwater city with a profound and ancient poetic feel.

"Hey, isn't that the guy named Sai Sai?" The gray cat patted Xilin's face with its paw and pointed in a direction.

Xilin looked over and saw that Seria was brushing the tongue of a "predator". The predator was lying there obediently, sticking out its tongue, and was being brushed with a brush that was much bigger than a mop. The predator was so comfortable that its eyes were squinting.

Do all sea monsters like to brush their tongues? Xilin remembers that Blue Skin seems to have this hobby too.

Upon seeing Xilin, Seria got excited and poked the sea monster in the mouth with her brush. The monster, annoyed, used its tongue to curl up the large brush and hit Seria's head with the other end, making Seria jump left and right to avoid it.

Although they had a minor disagreement, this way of getting along was really harmonious.

The gray cat used its paw to scoop up a few fish cakes and tossed them into the sea monster's mouth, then tossed a few to Seria, saying generously, "Here are some fish cakes for you."

Those few fish cakes were probably too much for that giant sea monster to even taste, but Seria really liked them.

Seeing Seria eating with great interest, Xilin felt too embarrassed to tell him that it was just pet cat food.

"You two have a pretty good relationship. It's rare for humans and sea monsters to get along like this," Sirin said. Even trainers usually only use sea monsters as weapons, not interact with them as intimately as Seria and the others.

Seria, munching on a dried fish cake, mumbled, "Because we consider ourselves one of these sea creatures, all friends, right?" He then glanced at the gray cat, who had already finished the few dried fish cakes the cat had given him. (If you like this work, please visit and vote for it. Your support is my greatest motivation.)