Discussion and Snacks

Born great, died hastily.

Built a grand foundation, yet it was utterly meaningless.

For the powerful beings born in the Sute World, things were simply this direct and tragic.

All their efforts.

Before the true gap in strength, they were as tiny as dust.

From the very beginning, the Creators had never targeted them.

Just as an elephant would not care about the ants beneath its feet, much less deliberately target them.

They were simply too insignificant.

It was not only the other party as an individual, or the civilization they belonged to. Even the spacetime in which they lived was utterly insignificant before those super lifeforms at the top of the food chain, not worth caring about or plotting against.

Until death came.

The other party might not even learn the truth of the world, know why they had died, or realize just how vast the world truly was.

Besides.

Their deaths would not bring any obvious change to the outside world.

The only thing that could perhaps be called a change was that the beings known as the Creators would absorb some information from them.

They would savor the entirety of their lives as if they were tasting food.

As for whether the Creators would have any extra thoughts after finishing their tasting—

That was a matter of opinion.

One could only say that usually, they did not.

Because everyone had long since seen too many things.

They had grown indifferent and accustomed to all sorts of matters.

Thus, the struggles of the weak, the efforts of the weak...

They were truly priceless, yet worthless.

Priceless to themselves.

Worthless to the stronger.

Perhaps.

As super lifeforms existing behind the scenes, the only thing they would do was occasionally ponder the words, actions, and lives of various weaklings when