Rain fell on the nameless planet, beginning its own natural cycle.
But when pale blue, viscous liquid carrying a pungent stench rained down from the sky, it was impossible not to feel uncomfortable.
The rain pounded against the ground and mixed with the mud-like soil, making the terrain even harder to traverse. Walking through the wilderness became a form of torture.
"The pH is probably around three."
Although it qualified as acid rain, tests showed no obvious corrosiveness.
But paired with the blue mist that inexplicably appeared after the rain, it gave one the feeling that a stroll outside would send them straight to heaven. The mouse they threw out died instantly, proving that this was no illusion.
".Many worlds are like this. Ordinary living creatures basically can't survive; only a tiny handful of survival experts who have endured natural selection can live on. Harsh mountains and foul waters may not always breed troublemakers, but they often breed monsters."
Big Cat bluntly shared her past experience. Brutal natural environments were bad news for most professions, but for Life-type
".But for Life-types like us, that may not necessarily be a bad thing. Once you truly reach the Rule-level, traveling to different worlds to 'collect samples' is a shortcut to growth. In many extremely harsh environments, you can find biological modules that are especially extreme in certain aspects."
Were Life-types healers, or logistics personnel?
When he had first encountered them, Lu PingAn had held the same misconception as most outsiders. But now, he completely understood.
Life-types were not sacred in the slightest, much less merciful. On the contrary, theirs was a profession that toyed with life, exploited life, and desecrated life.
The curse of "dying without descendants" made sense. Anyone who truly made it in this line of work had long since