Can We Kill You First?

As they listened to Fang Zheng's account, Jiang Tingting, Jiang Yifei, and Jiang Wen all looked at one another, finding it somewhat unbelievable.

They had all come to the same realization: this faceless, terrifying-looking Block Person was still someone who retained kindness.

Jiang Wen remained expressionless, but inwardly, he could not help sighing, feeling a wave of sorrow.

Once upon a time, he, Jiang Wen, had also been a hot-blooded youth, standing up for justice and hating evil with a passion.

But how could there be so much kindness in this world to squander?

Over thousands of years of cultivation, Jiang Wen had traveled through more than half the universe and seen far too much. Gradually, his heart had grown cold, and he had stopped caring so much about anyone beyond his own clan.

On the Big Dipper Star and throughout the starry sky, humans, demons, ancient races, and those rare races of special lifeforms had always slaughtered one another, using each other as resources.

And it was not merely slaughter between different races. Even among humans, it was no different.

As the saying went, accents changed every ten miles, and customs every three.

Though they were both human, conflicts between people were often far crueler than the simple life-or-death struggles between different races.

Whether for territory, reputation, or wealth...

Nation against nation, aristocratic family against aristocratic family, city against city, village against village...

No matter how small the unit became, conflict was always unavoidable.

Even among members of the Jiang family, all manner of vile and filthy struggles occurred at every moment.

What Intelligent Life did not bear love, hatred, grudges, and resentment?

Whether humans, demons, or ancient races, all had their own heroes and villains.

Those heroes came in all kinds. Some could lead their race toward prosperity, even allowing different races to reach a state of cooperation.

As for the villains, they killed their own kind for treasure, raped, pillaged, and committed every imaginable evil. Toward other races, they slaughtered them without restraint, devouring them as nourishment for growth. Such things were simply too common.

The countless races of the universe had always been this way.

They had always competed and fought to the death, serving as one another's enemies and food.

The vast starry sky was this cruel. If you had something, it meant that I did not.

Therefore, killing was necessary!

Plunder was necessary!

Only by slaughtering every enemy and extinguishing all life could one claim treasures for oneself!

Only by devouring the enemy's flesh and bones, plundering everything they possessed, could one continuously grow stronger!

Even though every Great Emperor and Ancient Emperor brought a period of peace to the universe after attaining the Dao, it was only peace in the broadest sense.

To Great Emperors and Ancient Emperors, the entire universe was their territory.

They would take the initiative to stop large-scale interstellar wars.

But even they would never concern themselves with the slaughter taking place on every Life Planet in the universe, between different nations and different sects.

Nor would they concern themselves with the minor conflicts occurring every second throughout the universe, conflicts that claimed no more than a mere million trillion lives in the time it took to burn one stick of incense.

After all, aside from Amitabha, which Great Emperor or Ancient Emperor had not personally slain countless enemies on the path to attaining the Dao, spilling enough blood to fill an ocean and piling enough heads into mountains?

"Um..."

Fang Zheng seriously looked at the Flood Dragons on the table and asked uneasily once more, "Your cries sound kind of unpleasant, but I feel like you should be very angry. So you really do have intelligence, right? What do you think of me?"

"If I let you go now, can you live properly and refrain from killing people or other intelligent races?"

As they listened to Fang Zheng's words, the five Flood Dragons on the table stopped struggling and merely fell silent.

After a moment of silence, one Flood Dragon, whose body still bore blood-colored markings that had not fully healed, opened his mouth and let out a faint sound like a cat's meow.

That was Chinese, which Jiang Wen had just transmitted into their minds with his Divine Sense, allowing them to learn it.

Possessing Great Sage-level combat power through their natural bodies and souls alone, they thought extremely quickly. So long as they wished to learn, they could master an entirely new language in an instant.

The one who spoke was the Flood Dragon Fang Zheng had first spawned. He said, "You say you are our creator, but we do not believe you!"

He raised his head toward the false sun in this little world. "Just now, when I looked at the sun on the horizon, I knew that I had been born."

"I was born knowing that I belong to the Frost Flood Dragon race and possess exceptionally noble dragon blood."

"Within my blood is a complete set of inherited memories from the Frost Flood Dragon bloodline. They let me know the dragon markings that can draw upon the power of heaven and earth, the cultivation scriptures and secret arts I will practice, my innate yin-evil divine abilities, and that I should continuously cultivate and grow before reproducing."

"The inherited memories hidden in my blood tell me that I should have a pair of parents who were also Flood Dragons. They should have united yin and yang, their bloodlines conceiving an egg from which I hatched."

"I should have slowly cultivated and gradually grown under their care before leaving home to establish myself and venture through the world."

"But I am very confused." Recalling the pain from barely more than ten minutes ago, when his body had been crushed by a giant golden hand, the Flood Dragon's emotions were complicated, and unconcealed hatred filled his voice.

"I had only just awakened. I should have only just hatched, eagerly eating a hearty meal of bloody flesh caught for me by my mother or father."

"But my body was already so enormous. I was not hungry at all, and I had none of the growth stages that should have existed in my inherited memories."

"I had directly reached the absolute limit that the Frost Flood Dragon bloodline I inherited could attain through bloodline alone."

He turned his head again and glared with his tiny eyes at Jiang Wen, at this existence who had a wrinkled, gentle face like a kindly elder next door, yet seemed incomparably terrifying in his eyes.

Without concealing the hatred in his tone, he said, "I had only just come into this world. I had only just opened my eyes in the sky to look at this world, only just swished my tail to stretch my body."

"I had done nothing. I knew nothing. Yet this damned old man grabbed me and nearly crushed me to death."

"So I absolutely do not believe you when you say that you are my creator!"

"I should have a pair of parents who love me. I should have had a joyful childhood of eating, sleeping, then eating again, instead of being 'created' out of thin air for no reason at all!"

"I should have freedom. I should be able to freely look upon this world, soar through the beautiful starry sky, cultivate and grow without end, defeat powerful enemies time and again, taste that delicious flesh and blood, climb all the way to the summit, attain the Dao, and transform into a True Dragon!"

Listening to the Flood Dragon's furious roar, Fang Zheng's feelings became somewhat complicated.

After remaining silent for a moment, Fang Zheng tried to apologize. He made his blocky body perform a crouching motion, slightly bending at the waist to express his apology.

Then he stammered, "Um, I'm really sorry. I'm truly sorry. At first, I really didn't know I would create intelligent creatures."

"I thought what I created would be brainless NPCs too. I never expected you to possess intelligence from the moment you were born."

"I really should not have created you."

"Hmph!" Seeing their "creator" speak in such a submissive tone, the Flood Dragon snorted in dissatisfaction.

Fang Zheng spoke again, making a suggestion. "Since you do not want to have been created, how about we kill you first, before you cause any casualties?"

Uh, I suddenly had nothing to do just now, so I searched online. It said that posting at midnight during the new book period supposedly makes it easier to climb the rankings. I'll post at midnight during the new book period, then.