Waited for a long time, finally waited for today!

Young people disliked gathering the dead, because most of the dead liked to make a racket, and they were annoying.

The especially old Ancestor Spirits were the worst, droning on and on, repeating themselves without end.

"Work, work."

"Work is the meaning of your existence."

"Go dig, go quarry, go build Mikes Monument Towers."

"This world needs more monument towers! There aren't enough, nowhere near enough!"

After finally managing to contact an ancestor, only to hear urging like that, anyone would feel disappointed. Wouldn't it be better for everyone to just chat? Talk about family matters, ask about what happened in the past, whether the family had hidden treasure or anything like that—those were the things people wanted to hear.

In the end, the ancestors only urged and urged and urged, urging them to go build towers.

Generation after generation of Mikes People gradually grew numb to it.

Ancestors commemorated and preserved in memory were the best kind.

They had opened up Mikes Continent and completed the hardest pioneering period, and they deserved to be remembered and respected by every later generation.

But when facing the real ancestors, one would be driven half-mad by their fanatical, almost deranged passion for work. The times had changed long ago. There was no longer any need to endlessly build those stone towers everywhere.

Chen Wu had once tried to speak with the ancestors too.

This was also something every young person would do, always believing they would be different.

That ancestor said by his ear, "Build Mikes Monument Towers. Go. This is your life's mission. It is the meaning of your existence."

"Only more Mikes Monument Towers can allow this world to endure forever."

Mikes Monument Towers were a kind of cylindrical stone tower. They were the dwellings of the early people. The