Published: March 2, 2025
It has been 23 days since Wen Yu arrived on the African continent.
There are 3 days left until the demonic clan launches a full-scale attack on the New Hope Gathering Place.
There are still 5 days until the birth of the "strongest mutated life form" mentioned in the star wish.
As time passes, Wen Yu's goal is about to be achieved; however, the entire African continent is shrouded in a peculiar atmosphere.
The saying goes, "Those who travel a hundred miles are only halfway at ninety," and the closer it gets to the end, the greater the crisis and tests become!
It's evident to anyone with a discerning eye that war on the African continent is imminent. Under such circumstances, Wen Yu has not gone out to hunt demonic creatures—killing numerous low-level demonic creatures is meaningless when he can't catch the big fish.
Wen Yu simply stays at the New Hope Gathering Place, quietly waiting for the upcoming decisive battle.
In contrast to Wen Yu's tranquility, the Hope Gathering Place and the demonic clan are extremely busy.
...
At the Hope Gathering Place, countless mutated beasts are bustling back and forth, either transporting supplies or digging trenches, creating a scene of busy yet slightly chaotic activity.
The death-crier perched atop the primal overlord's head looked down and couldn't help but curl his lip. He glanced at the human standing beside him and couldn't resist saying, "What's the point of this?"
"Eh?"
Lei did not understand.
The death-crier had to ask again in detail, "I mean, what’s the use of having them gather these supplies, dig these trenches, and build these walls? You can't seriously think these little tricks could hinder the demonic clan, right?"
"Exactly, I don’t think these little tricks can present any obstacle to the demonic clan."
Lei spoke frankly, casually lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag.
The hazy smoke surrounded Lei's face; instead of answering the death-crier's question directly, he asked a somewhat unrelated question: "How many of these mutated beasts do you think will survive here?"
"Probably less than one in a thousand."
This was a lie—under such a large-scale battle and the extreme disparity in military power, the number of mutated beasts that could survive this war would be very few...
Even divine beast species had become mere cannon fodder, let alone ordinary mutated beasts!
"So, you can see this clearly, but those mutated beasts down there can't?"
The slightly sarcastic remark nearly caused the death-crier to fly into a rage, but considering Lei's identity, he quickly suppressed his anger.
"Let them keep busy; it will keep them from thinking about random things. Otherwise, hum."
"By the time the demonic clan arrives, we might blow up this New Hope Gathering Place first!"
The death-crier flapped his wings a couple of times and returned to resting on top of the primal overlord's head.
One must admit that at this stage, humanity's intelligence, or rather experience, is still significantly stronger than that of the mutated beasts.
...
In the dim cave, rustling sounds were heard.
After a while, Lolo crawled out of a newly dug pit, covered in dirt, and the two antennae on his forehead tapped together twice, shaking off the dust.
"Lolo, it's time to eat."
The voice belonged to the tier 3 soldier ant Heitou—a strong body much larger than Lolo, with sharp mandibles and spiky legs, looking imposing and fierce!
Before mutation, ants had an extremely strict hierarchy: the queen ant, male ants, soldier ants, and worker ants.
Lolo, as the queen ant, should have enjoyed a perfect life being served or merely be a reproductive machine; however, after the mutation, the social structure within the ant race underwent tremendous changes.
Mutation can enhance the intelligence of mutated beings, and with intelligence and powerful low-tier ants, why should they still engage in tedious and repetitive labor?
"Rebellion" naturally occurred.
Lolo's ant colony was a victim of this rebellion...
After experiencing all this, Lolo deeply understood that the world had turned upside down. He was no longer the supreme being in the colony, but rather, due to his large belly, he had become the lowest tier among the mutated ant race.