"How much longer can we hold out?"
"At most, one month."
When the news reached him, Kasuola, located at the very heart of the warehouse, was somewhat dazed.
He—or rather, she, perhaps it, or even they—had already been driven into a desperate corner.
Originally, he had merely been an ordinary mid-ranking backbone member here. But one day, after inexplicably undergoing a bout of self-division, the energy fluctuations within his body had bizarrely risen by an entire tier.
"Ah, epic! Golden legend—cough, Royalty Mutation."
Someone among their people immediately recognized this mutation.
At the time, the entire tribe had plunged into a celebration that lasted three days and four nights. The reason the revelry ended after only a few days was not because they had calmed down. Rather, on the third day, disaster descended from above and swept across this world.
It was the most despair-inducing Natural Disaster, the natural enemy of the Luca People. Yet to the other side, the Luca People across the entire planet were merely delicious canned rations, Gourmet worth crossing starfields to take a bite of.
But its arrival was far too much of a coincidence.
"So it really was all brought here by me?"
At that moment, Kasuola wavered.
Even though he had relied on his innate ability to evade his natural enemy's pursuit and led some of his people in fleeing to this theoretically safe zone, those still by his side numbered less than 3% of the planet's total population.
What had happened to everyone else? There was probably no need to think about it. The Energy-Devouring Demon Sunflowers, now several times or even dozens of times more numerous than before, were perhaps the answer.
"Prince, please eat a little more."
"Prince, do you have any other requests?"
"Prince, perhaps we can try drawing