When the World's Will truly existed, there would naturally be so-called Children of Destiny.
The protagonists of those worlds often received the world's favor, making everything go smoothly for them. That in itself was nothing remarkable, but a "great success" at a critical moment was enough to create miracles where the weak defeated the strong.
The world really might be finished just like this.
Yet Lu PingAn, who had once seen countless Children of Destiny and world protagonists, had no particular interest in so-called heavenly favor.
What concerned him more was the world itself, now "panicking."
Because in all those past cases, it had only been when a world was nearing collapse and destruction, when the World's Will's survival instinct was triggered, that it began mass-producing so-called Children of Destiny.
"Tsk, got it in one try?"
Lu PingAn was somewhat surprised by his own luck. Not long after coming ashore, he had found his target in a Fishmen tribe.
Although this was land in Australia, it no longer bore the colors he remembered.
What had once been dominated by yellow and green had turned blue and black.
They had already ventured inland, yet beneath their feet still lay blue beaches. There were no clouds in the sky, only Space Rifts and pale-blue currents. Floating seahorse knights and Naga swam as they patrolled, as though the entire world had become an "ocean" on land.
This place had already become conspicuously alienized. All that remained before it turned into the Octopus World from his memories was the rising sea level.
And within this region, the Fishmen had clearly grown stronger as well.
"Whether in stamina, strength, racial talents, or even willpower and intelligence, they clearly surpass their former selves. Saying their overall combat strength has merely doubled would be understating it."
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