Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Chapter 1375 - Seeds of Doubt

Chapter 1375: Seeds of Doubt

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

From then on, the heroes would no longer wholeheartedly fight for civilization. Instead, they would use the opportunity of the Monster War to continuously harvest and monopolize all resources, including the spirit magnets. They would crazily expand their forces and breed more blood descendants, they

would form battle teams, gangs, and battle groups that were absolutely loyal to them. Before the next famine, they would obtain an absolute advantage and build an unattainable barrier.

Originally, everyone in the Turan civilization had the right to obtain a spirit magnet.

The flesh and blood of the totem beasts harvested would also be distributed to each and every one of their compatriots as fairly as possible, ensuring that they all had the right to become stronger and survive.

Now, however, the moment the spirit magnet was created, it fell into the hands of the heroes of the past and the important figures of today.

The important figures who looked dignified even issued a law: Only those who had gone through the trial could obtain the spirit magnet.

The reason was good.

“The spirit magnet is both precious and dangerous. It is an important strategic resource of the Tulan civilization. Only in the bodies of the elites with extraordinary talents can it play its greatest role. If it is obtained by a trash who has no talent, is unwilling to train hard, and has a fragile soul, not only

will it be a great waste, it will also bite the body and even the soul of the trash, turning him into a monster that is neither human nor Ghost!”

Of course, the standard of the trial was completely in the hands of the strong.

Who could pass the trial and obtain the spiritual magnet and become a high and mighty elite.

‘Who would be cut off from the spiritual magnet for the rest of their lives and become a waste that was at the mercy of others for the rest of their lives would be decided by the strong who had already monopolized a large amount of resources.

If the weak wanted to obtain the spiritual magnet, they had to attach themselves to the strong, brand themselves as the strong, and be loyal to the strong instead of the entire civilization.

Otherwise, not only would they be in danger during the Monster War, they would also be the first prey when famine struck again.

As for the strong who monopolized resources and formed barriers, even if they had developed new ways to use spiritual energy and spiritual magnets, they would no longer discuss communication and progress together like in the past.

They closed the door to communication and refused to reveal their background, gradually forming five different styles of spiritual energy release techniques and spiritual magnet molding techniques — that was the origin of the five major clans in the future.

For the five major clans, although there was fierce competition between them, they still had a common enemy.

No, it was not the totem beasts.

The totem beasts were far from qualified to be their enemies. They were merely tools and a cover for them to control the entire civilization.

Their common enemy was the sense that the Tulan civilization was gradually deteriorating into irreparable darkness. They were trying to find answers and weapons from the “Good old days”and rebuild the scientific research and industrial system, using “Technology’to fight against “Power’and save the

weak of the civilization.

‘Technology was the only hope of the weak.

It was also the last obstacle that prevented the strong from ruling the Tulan civilization forever.

The strong did not want people to recall the “Good old days”.

Because the old days had laws, morality, humanity, Unity and unity.

In the old days, it was wrong for people to eat people.

Once the Tulan civilization picked up technology and returned to the past,.

The actions of the powerhouses during the famine would be judged harshly, and they would be nailed to the pillar of shame in history forever.

Therefore, the powerhouses, intentionally or unintentionally, stomped on the last few sparks of the Tulan civilization reigniting the fire of technology.

They had forgotten and erased everything about the era of the mother planet.

Not only physically, but also mentally, they had willingly and proactively transformed from ‘Human Beings’to ‘orcs’.

In the thousands of years that followed, many things had happened again.

For example, the mandala tree had gone extinct time and time again, and famine had descended again and again.

Every famine was like a cruel and merciless sieve that would filter the entire Tulan civilization in detail.

Only the strongest, the most barbaric, and the most callous would be left. They would devote all their resources and energy to their own cultivation.

They would kill the weaklings and fools who were not active enough in their daily cultivation and battles. They would not be able to store up too many resources or invest their precious resources into research projects that had little hope and were far away.

Time and time again, the ‘big filter’would continuously shape and strengthen a brand new ‘humanity’, ‘morality’, and ‘Law’.

The initial panic of the Tulan people gradually became accustomed to it.

They even treated killing as glory. When the mandala tree had not bloomed for a long time, they still could not wait and were eager to try.

For example, when the totem beasts were completely defeated, they could no longer organize the organized Beast Tide. Instead, they became the training tools and hunting targets of the Tulan people.

For example, when the “Labyrinth”finally collapsed, the Tulan people discovered the vast land of holy light in the north. They came into contact with the Holy Light Camp and had an intense conflict.

During the intense conflict with the holy light camp, the Tulan people realized that the scattered troops were ultimately no match for the organized army. If they wanted to compete with the Holy Light Camp, the Tulan civilization still needed a minimum level of trust and discipline.

Asa result, a large number of legends and myths about the ancestral spirits were born, giving all the Tulan people a common honor and mission.

They also thought of ways such as ‘the game of the Brave’, ‘The five races’, ‘signing a blood oath and making a covenant in front of the ancestral spirits’, and so on. While they vented their desire to kill, they also maintained a minimum of organization.

All of these were shaping the new Tulan civilization.

However, the individual Tulan, with the help of the spiritual magnet, had evolved to be many times more powerful than ten thousand years ago.

The Tulan civilization as a whole, however, had lost, perhaps forever, its ability to climb to the peak of the technology tree again, break free from the gravity, break out of the atmosphere, and gallop across the Sea of stars.

They had gone from being the children of the stars who shuttled through the universe.

To being wild boars rolling in the mud.

Even the strongest wild boar in the entire mud.

‘Was just a pig that would never look up at the stars.

This was the story of the Tulan civilization.

Hearing this, Meng Chao’s hands and feet turned cold, and he fell silent.

If the brave became the evil dragon, it would be an eternal melody.

‘What kind of power could guarantee that the powerhouses who swore to fight for civilization and humanity would never change the definition of ‘civilization‘and ‘humanity?

If the Tulan civilization took a whole 10,000 years to transform from a ‘human’to an ‘orc’...

How many years would it take for Dragon City to transform?

Meng Chao stared at the metal plate floating in the boundless starry sky and continued to ask, “Then, what’s going on with you?”

“We... can be considered the last batch of researchers and technical experts of the Tulan civilization.”

The thousands of voices hidden in the metal plate said, “You can also think that we are the people who discovered the ‘mother’, created the spiritual magnet, and nurtured the mandala tree.”

Meng Chao took a deep breath.

“No, to be more precise, we are not them, but their confusion, frustration, fear, anger, and regret.

“We are their last words, their unbridled anger, their ultimate weapon of creation, and their last hope for the Turan civilization.

“We were born 8,000 to 9,000 years ago. At that time, a very young expert in the mother prototype laboratory, who lived on the hope, accidentally discovered a shocking secret through an experimental error...”

The voice told Chao Meng that at that time, almost all of the research projects of the Turan civilization had stagnated or even been completely forgotten.

Only the mother prototype lab on the hope was still operating at a minimum, continuously producing soul magnets.

The hope and mother prototype lab were controlled by a very small number of powerhouses, the ancestors of the current golden family.

The electromagnetic experts in the lab were placed under house arrest. Many of them had never left the hope or the underground.

To ensure that the electromagnetic experts had the lowest level of scientific research capability.

‘When the surface was plunged into famine, civilization continued to evolve and deteriorate, and the knowledge, technology, law, and morals of the past were lost.

The hope, which was buried deep underground, was like the last refuge. It still stored a large amount of the knowledge and memories of the past.

Compared to the “Kind”that were becoming more and more obvious on the surface and that they were proud of, the soul magnets experts that lived on the hope were more like humans — at least on the surface.

At that time, a young researcher who had just inherited a large amount of knowledge and technology from his parents through haka, but was still lacking in maturity, stood on the operating table for the first time.

He hurriedly prepared all the research materials and experimental equipment.

However, he ignored two very similar labels and made a mistake of the lowest level, concocting a wrong catalyst.

‘When he treated this catalyst as a nutrient solution and dripped it into the mucus that he had scraped off the body of the ‘Original Mother’.

Unexpectedly, he discovered that some substances in the mucus actually had a reaction that was similar to neurons being stimulated.

The accident was quickly discovered and corrected.

The ‘Primordial Mother’was a kind of existence between a living creature and a non-living creature. When it was strongly stimulated, it would produce a reaction similar to that of a low-level creature. This was not a secret.

However, the seed of doubt was planted in the young researcher’s heart.

He faintly felt that the neural reaction value of the primordial mother’s mucus was much higher than that of a normal low-level creature. It was so high that it was close to a certain... critical level.

Of course, the seed of doubt was only a seed.

For the next few decades, the young researcher did not have the opportunity or motivation to confirm his doubts.

He followed the rules and did his duty just like all his colleagues. He studied how to make more nanostructures out of spiritual magnets and how to make the primordial mother bigger and more comfortable, so that he could create more soul magnets.

That was until he passed on all his knowledge, technology, and the seed of doubt to the child through Haka.

The child passed on to the child.

The seed of doubt took root and sprouted.

At that moment, the news from the surface seeped into the hope like Mercury.