This monkey...
Why? Why could he be so pure?
This was simply impossible!
Humanity's genetic ascension during the Golden Age made it impossible for any of them to produce such a primitive descendant, but he...
Amalaga swiftly analyzed every parameter of the approaching monkey.
Breathing condition: normal.
Body temperature: normal.
Gene sequence: primitive.
Why? This was impossible! Impossible! There could not be primitive creations in this filthy universe anymore! Every living thing was a product born after genetic pruning! Me, you, all the same! No one could escape it!
An immortal? But an immortal's flesh pheromone readings should not be this low... All his parameters... were only slightly better than those human swine hanging on the walls to dry! Just because he had arms and legs!
This unprecedentedly ordinary thing filled Amalga with fear and confusion. He hurriedly sent Rys's page into the teleporter and warily watched the newcomer.
"My God, the Lorn crowd looks like something out of an Akira movie now... Ugh! Disgusting."
Lin Fan stared at the mountain of flesh before him, feeling somewhat melancholy. He had painstakingly dug his way out of that enormous, densely compressed ball of garbage, only to find this district flattened clean.
At first, he had not even recognized it as the Commorragh where they had fought earlier. The cabals and Orks in the sky were all gone, and the massive Gork-Emperor had vanished as well.
Had the battle already ended or something? Why had nothing been left behind?
He asked Little Yi, only to find that she did not know either.
"I only sensed their biological signals suddenly disappearing. You understand? Like an old electronic device losing power all at once—the data in its software vanished, leaving nothing behind. I find it strange too."
Lin Fan looked at the smooth, enormous