"Ah … It's better than nothing …" The Imitation Soul pretended to dig its nose (although it did not have nostrils) and replied in a nonchalant tone, "After all, it's hard to listen to ghost stories on the island. It's been a few weeks since I last heard one."
"But it hasn't been that long!" Atobe mocked.
"Looks like there are quite a number of visitors from another world who have visited this place …" Feng Bujue probed calmly.
"Not all of them are people like you," the mimicking soul said. "There are also humans from this universe and … other creatures." It paused. "Hmm … but that is not the main point." It seemed to realize that the other party was trying to trick them, so it quickly stopped and changed the topic. "No matter what, the deal is done. Then … please come over and place your hands on my arms. "
The mimicking soul took a step forward and opened its arms.
After exchanging a look, the players all moved forward to place their hands on the mimicking soul.
"Hmm … I thought it would be sticky to the touch, but it's fine …" Atobe commented.
The other three Players shared the same thought. Before they came into contact with it, they all thought that the Spirit of Imitation's body was some kind of glue-like substance, but when they actually came into contact with it, they realized that the surface of the Spirit of Imitation's body was very smooth and dry. Its body temperature was also very low, and its skin was as dry as leather that had just been taken out of the freezer.
"What is there to be surprised about? Adjusting the body's humidity, temperature, and strength to adapt to the surrounding environment … This is a very normal self-adjustment mechanism. " The mimicking soul used a prideful tone to continue. "Basically, all high-grade creatures and even some low-grade animals have this ability. Of course, this includes you humans, but you are very weak in this regard … "
At this point, the scenery before the players changed.
At the same time, a system notification rang in their ears: [Current mission completed.]
In the blink of an eye, they moved from a dark, sealed stone room to a palace that was as wide as a plaza and had a dome that was about twenty meters tall.
At the front of the palace stood an altar that was shaped like a crown. In the hall, a dark brown stone path divided the hall into two. On both sides of the hall, there were many totem poles about five meters tall, arranged in an irregular pattern. At the end of the hall, there was a ten-meter-tall circular arched door. The bottom of the door was connected to the stone path.
On the stone walls around the sacrificial hall, there were countless murals made up of geometric shapes. Those patterns were like constellations in the night sky. Each of them occupied a corner, but they were faintly connected. In the center of each group of patterns, there was a shining mountain stone. It was these hundreds and thousands of glowing stones that illuminated this majestic palace, presenting a magnificent scene.
"Ah, you can't be blamed for this. After all … from a physiological point of view, you are simply a disaster in the history of evolution." The Imitation Soul obviously had not finished its sentence. It continued with the content before the teleportation. "Your appearance clearly has all the characteristics of intelligent life, but your insides are a mess. In the eyes of my race, 80% of your organs are superfluous defective products. Its performance is as unreliable as a cheap color TV. That's why your lifespan is so short and you are repeatedly tortured and destroyed by various diseases. "At this point, it put down its arm, and the players also took their hands off of it.
"In this universe, there are many races with similar intelligence as you, but the number of organs in their bodies is far less than yours. Generally speaking, they only need two to three organs to complete all of their metabolism. For example, digestion, breathing, endocrine, immune system, and so on … They are all taken care of by these few organs. The quality, strength, and precision of these organs are incomparable to yours, "the Imitation Soul continued. The Imitation Soul continued, "If I have to make a comparison, your body is like an outdated desktop assembled computer. It is filled with all kinds of outdated and unqualified parts. Their bodies are integrated super optical computers. Decades have passed, and when your parts start to malfunction one after another, they are not even out of warranty yet. Even if you use them carefully and carefully maintain every corner, you are only delaying the time of their obsolescence. As for other people's parts … no matter how you use them, they will not have the same congenital defects as yours.
In short, your adaptability to the environment, as well as your resistance to diseases and dangerous accidents, are all too weak. "
The Imitation Soul spoke very enthusiastically, but … at this moment, the only one who was listening seriously, understanding, and thinking … was Feng Bujue. The others' attention had basically shifted elsewhere. They were either looking at the mission panel or inspecting the surrounding environment.
Although Brother Jue also looked at the mission panel and observed the surrounding environment … he was considered a special case. He was a person who had long been used to multitasking. It was easier for him to concentrate by keeping his brain busy.
"Hmm … I see …" After Feng Bujue finished listening to the other party, he immediately continued, "In fact, I also have great dissatisfaction with the current situation of humans being at an evolutionary bottleneck. I have always been in favor of artificial organs, cyborg bodies, or the idea of storing human consciousness in virtual worlds. Although these are not natural selection, but evolution driven by the use of technology by living creatures … there is no doubt that it will be an improvement. As long as the way of the life cycle is changed, it can change the demand for existing resources, greatly extend the life span, and eliminate most of the innate discrimination. "
"Oh? Your idea is quite interesting. " The Imitation Soul continued with interest, "But in the eyes of your compatriots … aren't you a little too radical?"
"Being radical … is better than being stupid. In my world, there are many smart people who have been labeled as' radicals'. They are so outstanding and detached from the times, but they are despised, called heretics, lunatics, idiots, and even killed, "Feng Bujue said calmly," It turns out that stupid people often win. They are a very large group, including the real idiots, the cowards who are willing to be associated with the idiots, and a small number of instigators and leaders with ulterior motives. They have burned national heroes, executed great scientists, and arrested teachers who taught the theory of evolution in schools. There was also a group of people who tried to destroy the culture of their own people … so much so that thousands of years of etiquette, human relations, poetry, and laws … were all wiped out.
But many years later, this group of people sat and enjoyed the knowledge and achievements left behind by the 'radicals'. They saw it as natural, as common sense, and they looked down on those who were even more ignorant, those who did not even have common sense. At the same time, with jealousy and fear, they went to condemn those who had more advanced ideas, calling them … haha … radicals. "
"Your arrogance and stubbornness confuses me …" The Imitation Soul laughed. "Ha … but it is still very interesting."
At the same time, on the other side …
Uncle Worthless, Hong Hu, and Atobe were already more than ten meters away. They looked like they were looking around for a map, but actually, they did not want to get involved in the conversation between Brother Bujue and the Imitation Soul, so they walked further away and pretended not to hear it.
"Hey, hey … Can you guys understand the conversation over there? I don't, but it sounds awesome … "Atobe mumbled.
"A small lecture on anti-human philosophy. The topics are ambiguous, and the viewpoints might not be correct … It's better if you don't understand." Hong Hu pushed his glasses up and added.
"Let's turn our attention back to the scenario." Uncle Worthless wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead and changed the topic. "No matter what, the current situation is not bad. Just like Brother Feng's analysis, our mission has been successfully completed. Now that the time limit has been removed, there is no new main quest in the quest tab. Therefore … we can leave this place without worry and turn back to look for Unbounded. "
"How about … the three of us go look for him?" Atobe turned back to look at the altar. Seeing that Brother Jue was still chatting with the Imitation Soul, he added, "Let them stay here and chat. Perhaps Feng Bujue will be able to get more information from them."
"Hmm, not a bad suggestion." Hong Hu agreed. "After all, we have to leave someone here to prevent Unbounded from going astray from us."
"I agree," Uncle Worthless added.
Then, the three of them turned their heads to yell at Brother Jue, explaining the plan of action.
Feng Bujue was chatting happily with the Imitation Soul. When he heard that his three teammates volunteered to run an errand, naturally, he accepted it happily.
Therefore, the four split up again to work on two fronts …
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