The Root of All Things

Root of All Things

The scene inside the spindle was not like this.

She was not supposed to die here.

Yet she could truly sense her consciousness gradually peeling away from her body, her vision falling downward beyond her control—

After all, it was not flat ground. The inside of the Hive Remains was like an upside-down bird's nest, countless branches crisscrossing every which way, and Feng Ling's head tumbled through the gaps between them, knocking and bouncing like a rubber ball.

Her body, her organs, slowly slid down as well. Fresh blood seemed to act as lubricant, gurgling downward, flowing along the charred black bones and into the lake.

Feng Ling had returned to the place that made her feel safe.

Her head soaked in the water, and she thought blankly, What am I supposed to do now? Can I still try to save myself?

She was half-dead anyway. Why not try advancing? She just did not know whether, in this state, she could still digest a Card...

Her consciousness grew increasingly hazy.

She tried very hard to focus, wanting to select the God of Spring and Life, but her thoughts were too scattered. It was as if she were terribly, terribly sleepy, her soul wandering through a dream, unable to determine whether she had truly carried out the operation to digest the Card.

At last, her consciousness sank into deep sleep.

And within the game program she could not perceive, lines of code were rapidly sliding past—

["God of Spring and Life" has been digested.]

[The deck has grown significantly. Corruption Value: 26%.]

```[You are the Source of Life. You are the Mother Nest. You possess a powerful physique and an endless wellspring of strength. As long as a thread of life remains, you are almost impossible to