Just as Zhao Han was racking her brains without finding an answer, a grand narrator's voice rang out:
"A planet originally has no will. When the number of intelligent beings upon it grows, it gains a will."
"When Earth had yet to develop any extraordinary factors, if you were an observer of the universe and witnessed all 4.5 billion years of Earth's evolution,"
"you would discover that it gradually grew feelers and began exploring the universe. Those probes were its tentacles, its eyes."
"It changed from a lifeless thing into a monster that sought to devour everything."
"Though extremely immature, it bared its fangs and claws, revealing terrifying ferocity."
"Once it loses its reason, it has the potential to destroy the entire universe."
So that was it? Zhao Han seemed to understand a little.
Unexpectedly, Little Fatty had shown up again at this critical moment.
She would give it an extra chicken leg when she got back.
"Cut the crap. An extra chicken leg? Won't it all end up in that dog mouth of yours anyway? Give me something practical," the Seed of Narration said unhappily.
"Fine. What do you want?"
"Haha, I want half the control over this Planet Will."
"What do you want it for?" Zhao Han became alert.
Though she was simple and honest, she had never forgotten that Strange Seeds were not kind things. They had only one goal: to strengthen themselves.
If the host aligned with that goal, the host would receive enormous help. If not, the host could just go die as far away as possible.
"Of course, to conduct all sorts of social experiments. Do you remember the Radiation World Old Wen visited?" the Seed of Narration said eagerly.
"I don't remember. I never went there."
"Didn't Little Illusion brag about it while