This feeling was unprecedented.
After crossing one hundred and forty-three million years, very little energy remained in Green's consciousness. He could not even manage the most basic communication of consciousness. The current Green was like an aberrant spirit body darting between the tiniest rules, capable only of slightly influencing some peripheral rules—as faint as a breeze.
Drip, drip...
Acid rain fell from the sky, carrying extremely corrosive properties.
As a spiritual aberration walking between subtle rules, all Green could do at this moment was influence the trajectories of a few raindrops.
Even so, from Green Ranger's perspective, this was still the fundamental principle of life influencing the orderly movement of energy and matter. Matter and energy that could originally be calculated with functional formulas had been affected by him, producing an unknown. In other words, the consciousness he had sent across one hundred and forty-three million years into this world was still a unique form of life.
Washed by the rain, the gray haze thinned considerably. Looking down at the ground, Green saw dense ranks of towering factory smokestacks belching black smoke, forming a curtain of clouds in the sky that obscured his view. Through it, he could vaguely make out humanoid creatures hurrying back and forth. They wore heavy anti-corrosion protective suits and elephant-trunk honeycomb helmets, weaving among clumsy mechanical vehicles as they traveled between the buildings of the enormous city.
"So it's a technological world. This so-called gray haze is factory pollution. I thought it was this world's ecological rule."
He muttered to himself and descended from the sky.
Clack, clack, clack...
The clumsy mechanical vehicles actually burned a certain mineral for energy, releasing vast quantities of sulfide gases that formed gray pollutants. Their energy efficiency was only around one or two thousandths.
Not to mention wizards, famed