Greed was fire, and it was nourishment.
This successfully activated the Clumsy Spider, while also enriching the source information behind this "greed." As more details accumulated layer by layer, a new Clay Figure stage play soon began again in the dim inner space of the Lava Waterfall.
The so-called Half-Face had most of his face made up of irregular metallic creations, along with several hollows left behind, whether deliberately or accidentally. He certainly lived up to his nickname. As for the person speaking with him, he was a decrepit old man, shriveled almost into a shrimp. He was barely over four feet tall and lay on his side atop a soft couch, looking as though he could be rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment at any moment.
The Clumsy Spider restored their conversation piece by piece, while Ronan separated out the valuable information layer by layer.
The basic situation did not seem all that different from Earth's. The old man's lifespan had run out. Even in the Central Star Region, even with a certain foundation in cultivation, a Genetic Species was still a Genetic Species. The overwhelming majority could hardly claim immortality, and his desire to survive had come into conflict with reality.
On Earth, the ageless old monsters of the LCRF could spend fortunes on the Bloodline Project and other similar projects. A place like the Central Star Region had even more methods for prolonging life, legal and illegal, costly and cheap... all kinds of them, depending only on one's needs and capabilities.
When everyone used their own tricks, the resulting operations naturally created a rather chaotic situation. Nothing that happened would be surprising.
Ronan could tell that neither of the two currently speaking was being entirely candid. Both were stoking their own furnaces.
They seemed to be