Thus, countless bizarre Flowers of Life bloomed in fierce competition across this remote, barren Earth-like Planet.
Because they had originated from hundreds or thousands of unrelated planets, their genetic traits and even their environmental requirements differed. It was difficult for them to find suitable, stable positions within the same ecosystem where they could coexist and support one another.
Thus, these newly born and exceptionally fragile primitive lifeforms had, almost from the moment their tender organs developed and they could perceive the world around them, fallen into an endless and extraordinarily brutal war.
To survive this war, so long it was nearly eternal, all primitive lifeforms evolved madly.
Every cell and every set of genes mutated every moment.
From hard shells, sharp claws and fangs, deadly toxins, lifelike camouflage, and colossal bodies to unfathomable mental control, the primitive lifeforms on this Chaos Planet took only an extremely short time to evolve countless "weapons" that individual members of the Primordial Civilization had never possessed.
This sight made Zero discover its own blind spot—or rather, the blind spot in the thinking of the entire Primordial Civilization.
It realized that evolution had never been something to be taken for granted.
Evolution was not the norm, nor was it inevitable. It was not an inborn need or desire engraved deep within every lifeform's genes.
Evolution was merely a helpless measure forced upon them when survival was threatened, a choice made unwillingly when there was no other road to take.
If possible, the only thing all life wanted to do was nothing at all—sunbathe in comfort, carefree and idle.
—Even if that life had kindled the light of intelligence, developed a highly advanced civilization, entered the post-information age, and gained the ability to explore the universe and conquer planets, the individuals in that civilization who truly