"You've been in the Banquet Hall for a long time, haven't you?"
"When you first arrived, you were already like this—split into countless individuals, wandering aimlessly across this mossy ground."
"Carnivores do not hunt, termites do not build nests, bees do not gather honey... If you refuse to follow the instincts of individuals, why maintain individual forms at all?"
"I gave you a choice: obey individual desires, or evolve completely into a collective. Yet you chose to remain in this neither-here-nor-there state. I truly do not understand what you want."
"If you have some grand plan, you can propose it. The hotel will help you, and I will help you. We have never been enemies."
"Yet you refuse to communicate, occupy the Banquet Hall, and drive away the other guests. You have severely disrupted the hotel's operations."
"I will not yield to you every time. If you continue to stubbornly persist, you will only be purged by the hotel in the end."
"As the Administrator of the Banquet Hall, I still have a little authority. I can fight for a sliver of survival for you. If the hotel truly intervenes here, it will not give you any chances."
The Servant looked at the mycelium in the air and tried to persuade it, neither humble nor overbearing.
But all he received in response was endless silence.
Flesh wriggled, and mycelium spread, yet not a single formal reply came.
Seeing this, the Servant could only sigh helplessly.
The black shell around him suddenly began to flicker. The Black Energy, which had originally clung tightly to his body, began to disperse evenly outward.
As the shell expanded, the Black Energy began to come into contact with and annihilate everything it touched. The moss on the ground was completely wiped away, and even the