"I might have developed unrealistic fantasies, maybe our civilization can still be saved, perhaps it can still be passed down..."
"So I wait, and wait. Initially, I recorded the information in an external intelligent brain, but I feared that the Interstellar Corps might not understand the unique biological data of our civilization. Later, I carved the text onto the wall, only to find that after tens of thousands of years, even metal would wear away..."
"Eventually, I discovered that my skin, under the power of 'God', could preserve it even longer than the walls..."
"So there I was, carving my information bit by bit."
"Look, this is most of our civilization's history, including the different customs and cultures of our 28 different ethnic groups, 28 different languages, and every piece of literature and history I could find, all carved into my skin."
Old Green seemed immensely proud and content. Behind him was a small mountain of human skins, piled up layer upon layer, overlapped indefinitely, stacking for who knows how long, who knows how many.
And Xue Dili thought of the magical creatures in the Fairy Tale World. He didn't count them in detail, but there were roughly about 30 types...
"By the way, sir, is 'Lord God' still around? I haven't felt His presence for a long time." Old Green looked at Xue Dili with hopeful eyes.
At this moment, Xue Dili opened his mouth, but the words got stuck, only after a long while did he say, "He, is alive and well..."
"That's good, that's good..."
Old Green seemed relieved, collapsing to the ground, that skinless bloody body enjoying its unity with the earth.
In the sky, numerous heads gazing towards them, Xue Dili knew, those were all Old Green's imagined fellow beings... but under the power of the Evil Eye, those fantasies turned into reality.
Old Green couldn't receive external information, and the outside world had no idea what Old Green had done.
They had fallen into such a huge information gap, creating this tragedy.
Indeed, in this way, Village Chief Green was actually himself in his dreams or fantasies. There were still survivors living in this world, the Tita Civilization still retained the last spark, just waiting for a new home, the torch still passed on, their civilization could still develop.
Yes, all the Tita people seemed to be having the same dream, a dream they didn't want to wake from.
The Tita people invading Earth were filled with thoughts of "restoration."
Old Green traveling with Xue Dili was obsessed with "founding schools," recruiting more students.
Village Chief Green's mind was full of thoughts of ensuring the survivors' survival, maintaining the stability of the Fairy Tale World with human lives...
All of them dreamed subconsciously with "inheritance" at the core, wanting to pass everything on, all Tita people were like this...
But this reluctant-to-wake dream ultimately came to an end.
Human nature, so small, yet it allowed this old man to wait in this hell for thirty thousand years, waiting for that ethereal dream.
No wonder, the "Tita people" in the Space Airship completely lost civilization and culture, no wonder, the Fairy Tale World was forever stuck in a medieval scenario, turns out it all was just a dream.
An old man, a dream he never wished to wake from.
Perhaps, only that artificial idiot was the true creation of the original Tita.
Xue Dili suddenly thought of the Great Sage, how the old thing, seeing that doomsday "Watcher
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