Meanwhile, thousands of teams roamed across the planet's surface.
They collected primitive biological samples to obtain firsthand information on evolution.
Such open activity naturally drew the survivors' attention.
The complexity of human nature was displayed to the fullest.
Some attacked in anger, some endured for the time being, and some wanted to join the mastermind behind it all.
But to the Great Xia Empire, these were all insignificant problems.
Just as Elf had said before, they had no right to choose.
Once evolution began, it would not stop.
Elf, who had gone out for a stroll, was clearly in a much better mood.
She had now developed a new hobby: watching livestreams of Evolvers scheming against one another every day.
For key targets, the fleet dispatched all kinds of surveillance machines to carry out high-difficulty livestreaming.
Other than that, only Gwen's little pet and the Flesh Mountain that disgusted her could make her spare a few more glances.
Gwen's little pet continued down the path of becoming increasingly hideous.
It was said that it had recently attracted the researchers' focused attention. They were studying how observation by a third party and self-will influenced the choice of evolutionary direction.
Finally, there was the Flesh Mountain... for now, that was what they called it. This special evolved individual, which had always been marked by the researchers, displayed extraordinary potential.
After observing it as usual, Elf sighed. "It got smaller again!"
When she had first seen the Flesh Mountain, it had been as large as an entire city district.
But now, its size had shrunk by at least half.
For the Flesh Mountain, evolution had no right or wrong—only whether it was suitable or unsuitable.
At the very least, if the immobile Flesh Mountain had persisted with its previous evolutionary path, it would