Create life?
Obviously... probably not.
Zhang Yingying knew perfectly well that Sand Demon No. 33, currently winding its way across the beach, had no power source of its own. All its energy came from Zhang Yingying.
Yet after being "powered up," this peculiar existence displayed not only outward autonomy, but also a cohesive pull within its internal structure—perhaps even vitality. Like the instinctive sucking and craving of life itself, it constantly sought greater infusions of energy.
Zhang Yingying unconsciously gave it more...
"Hey, restrain yourself."
"Huh?"
Zhang Yingying looked up blankly and saw Ronan frown as he pointed at her. "You're using a bit too much energy. It doesn't have any restraint mechanism."
"Mind your own business!"
Though she said that, Zhang Yingying still reined it in...
A little.
Zhang Yingying had every reason to be excited. After getting through the initial shock and confusion, as the... Culture Dish that had personally nurtured Sand Demon No. 33, her sense of accomplishment was now completely full.
But on the other hand, just as Ronan had said, Sand Demon No. 33 had no restraint mechanism. Other than supplying it with energy, Zhang Yingying could control nothing.
It seemed to have a goal of its own. After going around the sandpit, it headed straight toward the front of the beach, crawling farther and farther away, as though it intended to keep going until it reached the seawater.
Zhang Yingying was uncertain and looked up at Ronan. "What's it trying to do?"
Ronan did not answer. He even stopped teaching, merely staring at the nearby "blackboard" as though deep in thought, perhaps hoping to find an answer there.
Zhang Yingying panicked a little, unconsciously raising her voice. "Even you don't know?"
Only then did Ronan snap back to himself. "What?"
Zhang Yingying laughed in