The "Fertile Soil Era" That Vanished into Time!

"That great battle back then? A chance to glimpse ascension?"

Su Mo was slightly confused as Connie uttered some new terms he had never heard before.

The Lionmen race had thirty chances to enter, and even once gambled on nearly 200 rounds of quotas. With twenty to thirty thousand people, not a single Lionman's individual strength could reach rating 3.

Of all the alien races in the entire wasteland, only a mere ten thousand could reach rating 3 within these thirty periods.

What does this mean? Individual mysticism is a dead end! If the profit chain could be written down, and the total number of people in these thirty periods and the number of people with strength exceeding 3 could be listed as an arithmetic division formula.

With such a pitiful ratio and such disheartening returns, even a person with a brain wouldn't persist on this path.

"Yes, after I accepted the position of God's Priest, more and more things hidden in the Lion-man's inherited memories have begun to surface. With my previous position, I certainly wouldn't have been able to see these secrets, but now I don't know what happened that caused that lock to be unlocked!"

"I could see some other things before, although they couldn't point me to anything specific. But last night, after we went out to sea, the details of this great battle became clear."

A look of reminiscence appeared on Connie's face.

Viewing the racial memories stored in one's mind is like experiencing those events from a first-person perspective, a blend of illusion and reality.

"My memory says that this continent wasn't a wasteland back then, but a fertile land protected by countless gods. Humans, alien races, fish, beasts—all creatures had their own territories. As long as they didn't cross the boundaries or violate the gods' control, even if there were occasional frictions between them, they all maintained their rationality and didn't go too far."

"In that era, all living beings, whether human or other races, had the opportunity to glimpse ascension."

Element detection!

Seeing that Connie was able to obtain such important information by exploiting a bug through her position God's Priest, Su Mo was immediately delighted.

It seems that this move was not only the right one, but also brought some unexpected benefits that were beyond his imagination. It's just that Connie wouldn't take credit for it, and he himself was unaware of it.

"All living things? Are you sure humans are included in this 'all'?"

"Yes, but that era might be different from what you imagine, Director. Humans could ascend not through force, but through education, divine intervention, achievements in a particular field, or even by doing things that benefited the continent."

"In that era, there was no need for Godhood Item. As long as you had talent, worked hard, and succeeded, you could ascend to become a god of various different positions and become Xin Yi of guardians of the continent during the long and ancient years of the gods."

Su Mo's face showed a slight hint of longing. "Sounds pretty good!"

"It's more than just good. In that peaceful era, every deity could exist for a long and long time, 1.2 million years. In other words, as long as you ascended, you would become immortal to a certain extent, and you would also wield immense power."

"In their leisure time, the gods can transform into various forms and descend upon the continent. They might be human, a different race, a wisp of wind, a ball of fire, or even the cup you use to drink water. Their joy is simply unimaginable."

"But"

Su Mo smiled slightly, "But if peace lasts too long, and everyone loses their drive to make progress, then we will be invaded, right?"

Connie nodded. "Yes, this ascension model is too conservative and too safe. Before encountering external enemies, the entire continent seems to be free of any problems. But once an enemy invades, not to mention ordinary creatures, even the true gods don't have enough time to react. They can only watch helplessly as the enemy invades this land, turning a paradise that could support countless creatures into the wasteland it is today."

"After that great battle, when the path to ascension was completely severed, it became a pipe dream for any individual to try to reach the realm of gods through their own efforts."

"Only by obtaining the Godhood Item that Godhood Item can one become a new deity and reclaim the authority that belongs to the gods."

Su Mo: "What about that great battle? Do you remember it?"

Connie shook her head. "I can't remember, no, I should say there's nothing stored in my memory. I only gave a brief description of a great battle that shook the wasteland."

Seeing that Connie's expression was genuine, Su Mo nodded and then asked several more detailed questions.

Connie, without any hesitation, answered everything she knew.

After a while, Somo dismissed Connie to help Moore wash the dishes and pots. With a few thoughts in his mind, Su Mo put on the Simba suit and returned to the Main Deck.

The night on the wasteland ocean, without any disasters to disturb it, is very comfortable with the sea breeze blowing.

The setting sun had completely disappeared into the sky, and in its place, the moon quietly climbed into the corner.

The sea shimmered, a dreamlike scene, as if we had truly returned to the "Fertile Soil Era" that Connie had described! "If what Connie says is true, then the arrival of so many generations of humans seems more like..."

"An invasion?"

Resting his elbows on the guardrail, Su Mo quietly pondered the explosive information Connie had provided that evening.

Like Earth, this wasteland was once a habitable place.

But for some reason, this place, which is far more advanced and developed than human civilization on Earth, has been "invaded".

All the gods either died, fled, or fell into slumber, and most of their shares were taken back and controlled by the game.

And the role that humans play in this process is that of invaders! Like an endless supply of leeks, every time a batch of humans is released and dies, the game will capture a new batch and release them again, continuing to coerce them.

Even though humanity may be living a miserable life, and may not even know that they themselves will be the invaders, in the nature of the game:

Humanity = the Fourth Cataclysm!

As luck would have it, although Connie was unaware of the game's origins and its purpose, Su Mo, by a twist of fate, learned much more because he had become the Food God.

"Three possibilities."

"First, the game is a 'program' set in a three-dimensional space, much like the antivirus software built into a human computer, which is specifically designed to clean up worlds that may be ascended to."

"Since there were gods in this wasteland before, and they controlled authority, it's highly likely that they were on the verge of success. As the cleaners, we naturally became targets of the game and were targeted."

"All the gods have fallen, and even this continent has suffered an unprecedented blow!"

"Secondly, the law of the dark jungle: the gods in this wasteland have exposed their coordinates and have been observed by an enemy who is also three-dimensional but whose strength is far greater than theirs."

"Because it was profitable, after the enemy arrived and a chaotic battle ensued, the gods of the wasteland were either killed, wounded, or fled. This enemy did not have the absolute power to suppress everything, but in order to obtain all the authority, it could only leave behind the game's intelligent program, which continuously captured three-dimensional creatures to coerce the remaining gods, thereby obtaining the remaining authority."

"Third. Pig farming!"

"The pig was fat enough to be slaughtered, but an accident occurred during the slaughter, leading to the current situation."

Having spent a long time with Zhong Qingshu, and after absorbing her perspective and consequentialism to refine his own way of thinking, Su Mo had a keen understanding of the situation.

Based on the information currently available, we can only deduce these three possibilities for the time being.

To further uncover the truths of this wasteland that have vanished into time.

Without obtaining the details of that great battle from beginning to end, there was simply no way to begin.

These three possible deductions, regardless of which one they are, pose a severe test for the humans currently living in the wasteland, and even for Su Mo himself!

The enemy is lurking in the unknown; the game is merely a program they left behind.

Even this process, which has been attempted and overturned by trillions of humans across generations, has not been successfully overturned.

It even allowed it to continue capturing new humans and resetting the wasteland to achieve its predetermined goals.

Defeating the game doesn't necessarily mean defeating the enemy.

But if we don't find a way to control the game, under the increasingly severe disaster in the future, no one will have any chance of survival!

"We must find a way to acquire more than 51% of the shares as soon as possible, so that we have the qualifications to directly compete with the game. Otherwise, if the real enemy behind the game appears, I, as the one who sticks my neck out, will probably be nipped in the bud!"

"At that time, even if the mysterious system can save me, these ordinary humans from Earth—my sister, my parents—will probably all be destroyed!"

As he pounded on the steel railings and listened to the thumping sounds, a sense of anxiety rose in Su Mo's heart for the future.

Ordinary people are still thinking about how to fight seasickness, how to make a living, and how to safely reach the New Continent.

The higher-ups were also secretly plotting how to deal with the alien races and how to restore their former dominant position on Earth.

It would be premature to tell these people that our enemy is the game, and the people behind the game.

For humans whose technology is still in the medieval era, there is no other possibility than exposing Su Mo.

With great power comes great power, and with great power comes great responsibility!

Su Mo has to shoulder everything himself! "Tonight, all the alien races must stay; not a single one of these treasure chests can escape!"

Upon discovering a new enemy, Su Mo did not panic; instead, a surge of energy welled up within him!

Putting aside all his distracting thoughts, Su Mo listened intently to the radar scan results from Gonggong every two minutes through his earpiece, his eyes narrowed, and he strode into the cockpit.

Connie's performance throughout the day was so effective that even Su Mo was surprised that these "enemies" would be so cooperative.

The miscellaneous Unit 3, hanging behind the Hope, numbered around 5,500.

However, with the Five Great Royal Clans controlling the situation, they did not rush over rashly. Instead, like Old Daoist hunters, they simply followed behind to ensure that they would not lose the Hope's location information.

They were waiting for reinforcements from the other two teams. Their plan was for more than 20,000 aliens to swarm in and take down the Hope and the Golden Haired Lion King without any surprises!

But what they didn't know was that Su Mo was also waiting for them!

Based on the distance the First Squad had covered and their vehicles, it would have taken them at least until 4 a. m. to get here.

Considering they need to recover their strength, the attack will likely begin at 6:00 AM tomorrow.

This is the time when dawn is about to break.

It's also the time when a bountiful harvest is just around the corner!