The old comrade was amused by the young man's words, mostly because his imagination ran so wildly free.
The Intent behind his words was utterly absurd.
Like a joke.
There was nothing useful to draw from it.
But it was entertaining enough to make someone want to listen closely to his "story."
And a story was all it could be.
"Young comrade, there's a stubborn streak of sheer nonsense running through what you're saying."
The old comrade grew animated. He sat down and argued earnestly, "If that's what you're saying, then I'll have to hash out the logic with you. With so many demons and monsters around, how could we humans have survived?
"Besides, even if humanity did survive, why would the king of the Xia Dynasty have thought of turning himself into the sun, according to your story?"
"I could understand him wanting to become anything else. Why the sun?"
At this point, the old comrade seemed to realize he had forgotten something important.
He thought it over carefully.
Then he suddenly slapped his forehead. "Right, I haven't even asked your name yet! What's your name, young man?"
The man smiled at the question, revealing gleaming teeth.
His smile was as gentle as melting snow on a snowy mountain.
Clear, yet stripped of its chill.
It truly gleamed, sunny and confident. More importantly, that strange allure was unleashed in full when he suddenly smiled. The young man had once thought what he had acquired was reproductive attraction, a manifestation of the desire for survival and reproduction etched into human genes.
That was why he attracted the attention of the opposite sex.
It was humanity's need to reproduce, reflected in a Wild God like the Wood Guest.
Later, he discovered that was not the case.
His understanding had been far