"In the early stage of stomach cancer, there is indeed a chance to cure it. But now it has deteriorated to the middle stage of stomach cancer, and the possibility of cure has been reduced. But if you continue active treatment, there is still a possibility …"
"No, I choose to leave the hospital."
After more than two hours, Xu Zhi steps out of the hospital. A period of chemotherapy has thinned out his hair, and his body is pale and stooped. He is in an extremely sick state.
In the early stage of cancer, there is a possibility of cure if you actively cooperate with treatment. But in the middle stage, the survival rate is extremely low.
There is no need for treatment.
He murmured.
Xu Zhi is quite capable. He works in a large foreign company. But now he has spent more than half of the five hundred thousand he saved in the past five years. He has been busy for several years, but in the end, all his efforts are in vain.
He buys a high-speed train ticket and drags his suitcase all the way back to his hometown, Dong City, the countryside.
He hasn't been back for a year. There is an independent orchard and courtyard in his hometown.
His family used to have a mine in the village, and they have contracted more than 100 acres of land to plant fruit trees.
But half a year ago, the market price of lychees was too low, and too many of the lychees were rotten. They were cheated by someone who said they could solve the problem through channels, but they were cheated of too much money. They lost nearly a million yuan. His parents were so angry that they collapsed half a year ago, and they couldn't get up again.
Now there is no one to take care of the orchard, and the hired workers have all left. The orchard has become barren. The trees have long been cut down, and there are only weeds on the ground.
He unlocks the door and opens the door. Dust rushes in.
The familiar farm life comes into view. He puts down his luggage in the room, planning to spend the rest of his life in his hometown and return to the countryside.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh …
Suddenly, he heard a strange sound.
"Who? It seems that something is making noise in the yard. " He stands up and comes to the empty orchard courtyard. In a pile of weeds, he sees a black beetle the size of a bowl.
"It's dark. What kind of insect is this?"
Xu Zhi reaches out his hand.
Whoosh —
In an instant, his mind is sucked into the black shell of the insect, and he is brought into a vast history of the race.
That was a long history of the rise of the Zerg race. From a green planet, which was equivalent to the biological explosion of our Earth's Cambrian period, a species of ancient insects appeared. They gave birth to their own intelligence and developed technology. Their great reproductive ability and potential allowed them to walk towards the stars. When technology reached the peak, the insectoids knew that they lived in a barren, low-level world.
In the end, they broke through a certain dimension and entered an unimaginable fantasy world. However, the Lifelong Realm was instantly defeated. It was as though it was only a matter of course that they lost.
In the Insect Nest, the previous Insect Nest Queen left behind a message that was filled with regret.
"The evolution of living things doesn't mean that the bigger you are, the more powerful you are.
"We have been on the wrong path from the very beginning. The more we evolve, the bigger we become. The smaller our body is, the more we have the foundation for the qualitative change of energy … We have lost. No matter who becomes the next queen, help me fight my way up to the world of immortals!"
…
Very soon, Xu Zhi discovered that he had actually taken over this insectoid nest. From the memories he had obtained from the insectoid race, this extremely invasive and great race actually only had one racial ability.
"Super High Speed Cell Division?"
The insectoid race's ability was to shorten the lifespan of their own race in a short period of time and increase the speed of cell division. It allowed their race to be born, blossom, grow, wither, and die in an instant like the pistil of a flower.
In his memories, the Insect Nest was a war fortress.
As long as the Insect Nest produced cells, or spores, and placed them on a desolate planet, it would activate the "Super High Speed Cell Division". In just a few years, those cells would frantically reproduce and evolve into a new species, becoming part of the Insect Nest's army.
"This race has unlimited possibilities."
Thinking of this, Xu Zhi's mind became restless.
The long period of pain and the torture of chemotherapy caused Xu Zhi to feel mentally and physically exhausted. He even started to doubt the purpose of his boring life. Now, before his death, he suddenly had something he was curious about.
The evolution and progress of living things.
"The Zerg Queen of the previous generation dropped spores on desolate planets, multiplying and evolving countless species and building worlds. However, I don't have a planet, but I can use this ability to make a small evolutionary sand table in my orchard to play with?"
"With this insectoid hive and battle fortress, I can build mountains, oceans, and rivers in this orchard. I can create a super small sand table, allowing countless insectoid spores and single-celled organisms to evolve into countless species …"
"It feels like a sand table game — my world. Moreover, if I can create a world and evolve a civilization and countless races, maybe I can find a solution to my cancer from this civilized world?"
Xu Zhi became excited. This was probably a fortuitous encounter??
Cancer could not be cured in modern times. This might be his last hope for survival.
"I have to quickly build a sand table and buy the tools for plowing the land!" Xu Zhi found a dusty three-wheeled bicycle in the corner of his old farm garden. He panted like a bald old man, and his body, which had been hollowed out by chemotherapy, laboriously rode the bicycle to the town outside.
Then, he spent thirty to forty thousand of his savings to buy a bunch of farm equipment and instruments. He returned to the courtyard and began to set it up happily.
He did not have a planet, only an orchard of more than a hundred acres for him to build a sand table world.
He had another group of workers help clear the weeds and trees in the orchard. After turning it into a flat piece of soil, he picked up a hoe and, like a farmer digging a pit, casually created super small soil mountains, freshwater rivers, caves, and all kinds of desolate sand table terrains.
He also took out the high-temperature ejector he bought and roasted the entire sand table inch by inch at high temperature, cleaning up the potential plants and animals so that the ready-made Earth creatures would not affect the species evolution of the spores …
As for the microorganisms, they could not be bothered with them. They would be swallowed by the genes of the Insect Race and evolve into new Earth species.
"The origin of species is the ocean. I have to build a huge ocean, seawater."
In the orchard, his parents had originally built a small fish pond. He thought about it and spent a lot of money to hire a few workers to help him continue to open up the fish pond, dig the soil, and irrigate it. He built an artificial shallow pond, poured in the salt he bought, and made an ocean according to the proportion of salt water.
However, a thorny problem appeared.
This was not a huge circular planet, but a square flat sand table of one hundred acres. The structure of this land was the terrain structure in ancient mythology:
The sky is round and the earth is round.
"Is this the land in mythology?"
Xu Zhi's health was not as good as before. It took him a week to prepare a huge sand table of one hundred acres in the orchard.
This morning, he controlled the sub-brain of the nest and began to produce a large number of the initial evolution of single cells belonging to the Insect Race: spores. They were injected into the sand table he created, the Central Ocean.
The evolution began.
He gave the mother nest an order:
"Cell division acceleration: ten thousand times!"
According to the Insect Race's counting unit, one time was one year.
Accelerated by ten thousand times, one day of evolution of these single cells was equivalent to ten thousand years … However, it was still unknown whether a new species could be born and achieve the Cambrian explosion of Earth in the small courtyard sand table.
On the first day of the spores' injection, the Central Ocean did not change. There was no change at all.
On the second day, the entire sand table was also quiet.
On the third day.
On the fourth day.
Finally, on the fifth day, the entire Central Ocean he designed began to evolve some plankton, and the water began to become turbid.
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