Chapter 417 Hometown?

"Are you sure you don't listen to their 'advice'?"

On a wasteland, a pompom and a 'tree' were slowly moving. The movement of this huge tree attracted the attention of many creatures, but no creature wanted to do anything to it.

Because, its meat is not suitable for the creatures here to eat, but this also proves that... the creatures in this world should not be hostile to the creator themselves.

"Fluff, do you really think so?" the creator said: "Brain spirits... They think these creatures can defeat me, and maybe the first step in being defeated is to follow their advice."

"You chose to grow under their sand vines from the beginning..." Pom Pom said: "Then you have already started a battle with them."

"Yes, fluff, I'll decide on my own terms," ​​the creator said. "No advice needed."

"Really..." Pom Pom didn't say anything next, but watched the creator climb forward.

The creators are not fast, and it is estimated that it will take a long time to get there. They are creatures that like to stay in one place and stay completely still, by constantly growing to other places.

"Furry, I talked to you about that place just now." The creator said: "Our species does have some kind of 'mission', you know, fluff, every creature is born with its own mission, there are some The tasks of living things... are very similar, that is, to acquire resources, to grow, to multiply."

"But there are some creatures that are born to be...in a daze." The creator pointed to a stone on the ground next to him and said, "Just like that. They are always in the same place, even if the stars in the sky change. It still doesn't move."

"There are also organisms that have their own tasks, which are usually inscribed in messages in the core of the cell, or in some other place, telling them what to do..." the creator said: "In addition to the innate tasks , other things are their own ideas, like war, killing. Doing stupid things, etc..."

"I now know that the idea of ​​a perfect world that I want...isn't entirely my own," the creator said. "It's also a 'mission', something I've enjoyed since birth."

"Why, do we have this kind of creature? Fluff, you know we don't belong in the realm of ordinary creatures, we choose the most effective nuclear information and use it to make ourselves towering in a world. Each of us dominates A world, but ... it's not entirely our choice."

The creator said: "It seems,

This fate was fixed from the beginning...not by my 'mother'. "

"Is it my ancestors? Or something more ancient? It seems that since a long time ago, we have such a task... We are distributed in a vast void, growing, making our own world..."

"Maybe our 'ancestors' made us do this kind of thing..." The creator seemed to fall into a state of 'contemplation'. It stopped.

"That means my ancestors were doing these things...but what about my ancestors' ancestors? Were they doing these things in the first place?"

"Where is my... home?"

The creator seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and said to the pom-pom: "The original home... A vague impression has appeared in my memory, it seems to be... Yes, I know! I found this!"

The creator's mood suddenly became agitated.

"Those brains...they got me. Not just to 'tame' me, not just want me to fight for them. They...try to find something in my memory, they've been trying to do it all the time, and at the same time Trapped me in dreams too, trying to keep me unaware they were doing it... but, after my body got out of their prison, I knew... fluff, they were always looking for my... home."

"Your... hometown?" Pom Pom asked, "Is that the place you mentioned?"

"Accurately speaking, it should be the hometown of my ancestors, our... the original place." The creator said: "There is such a place in the void, it is floating in the void, and the brain spirit wants to use my memory. know there."

"However, they didn't succeed... They did a lot of things to me when I was in the dream, but they couldn't explore the depths of me..." The creator said: "However, my memory It is also very vague about this 'hometown'."

"Do you know the location of your hometown?" Pom Pom asked.

"I don't know...it's in a very distant place." The creator said: "But I know that this 'hometown' will move, it won't stay in one place, it still carries life to this day, those are What an amazing life..."

Pom Pom asked, "Do you want to go back to your hometown? Want to find it?"

"No, fluff, I'm just curious about my hometown, want to know what it is like, but I don't want to live there, I still want to create my own world, that's my purpose, my priority purpose." The creator said, "Let's move on, fluff, and move on in this world."

... the homeland of a creator?

Lin had thought about similar things before, where did these creators come from? They...surely have a major place...

"Maybe as I continue to grow, I'll recover more of my memories," the creator said. "The memories are like fragments...blurred, but I think it's possible to put them together."

"The combination may need to grow, maybe just... a little stimulation."

"Stimulus?" Pom Pom asked. "What kind of stimulation?"

"The blurring now should be the influence of the brain spirit. They trapped me in a dream and caused me a lot of influence... It made my memory blurred, so I don't think it is necessary to grow, just stimulate... …what is that?"

Suddenly, Pom Pom and the creator saw that there were several... whirlwinds in the sky far ahead.

These whirlwinds are the whirlwinds of the Vine Shapers, and they flew over in large numbers, and the creator suddenly felt an emotion of 'hostility'.

However, Lin felt that this kind of creature was not hostile, because they all rotated slowly, and they also threw a lot of dust on the pom-pom, which means...

"We're going to take you to where you should go and find the thing it left behind." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is me The biggest motivation. Mobile users, please read.)