Lu PingAn wanted the kind of peaceful life where he got paid for doing nothing, checked in every day, and coasted on bonuses.
"Oh, I'm the boss. I'm the one handing out the bonuses and salaries."
That was certainly a novel way for a dream to shatter.
He did not regret forming the club. It was just that whenever he was overloaded or had too much to bear, he really wanted to shrink back and become a useless freeloader collecting a paycheck.
"...When it comes to not acting human, I really am still a rookie."
Many of the technologies in the materials Lu PingAn saw could not be used in this world, but the ideas behind them were priceless.
"Some things really never change. It reminds me of an old song from World War I: 'Truth lies only within machine guns and cannons.' Humans—no, intelligent life—have never changed."
Sometimes, Lu PingAn found it a little tragic.
Most assessments of whether evolution was superior or technology advanced came down to throwing it directly onto the battlefield and seeing how well it fought.
But even more tragic was that Lu PingAn himself had no choice but to select them by that standard.
"Bisexual reproduction has proven to be a beneficial mutation."
It felt rather strange, but when the Phoenix Ape Race truly developed humanoid physiological structures, even Lu Mouren, their creator, could barely hold it together.
Bisexual reproduction—or rather, reproduction other than single-body replication—was actually a cruel mechanism. It allowed genes to combine freely, creating obvious random differences between individuals.
Those suited to the environment survived. Those who could not adapt were eliminated outright.
But the Phoenix Ape Race in Lu PingAn's eyes was even more aggressive. They waged bloody internal and external wars, letting the victorious warriors mate, after which their