Transparent Race

Mo Ling had no way to deal with this nearly grotesque healing ability.

The Red String Worm's ability was inherently unsolvable. It could only be resolved by making the two worms meet; keeping them surrounded like this was futile.

His attacks had no effect other than accelerating their evolution.

The soldiers behind him also wore expressions of despair when they saw the situation.

The Ram-Headed Man stared fixedly at the Cube, its goat head actually tilting to one side. Yet under these circumstances, Mo Ling found it extremely eerie.

It slowly lowered itself into a half-crouch. Seeing this, Mo Ling quickly controlled the Cube to retreat, preventing it from being attacked.

But the Ram-Headed Man instead made a huge leap into the midst of those humanoid creatures. A slit suddenly opened in the center of the back of its thick palm.

A miniature chainsaw stabbed out from its flesh. The Ram-Headed Man swung one arm, landing an uppercut on a humanoid creature's chin.

This was the one who had fired the first arrow earlier!

The Chainsaw Chain spun at high speed. The sharp saw viciously cut in through the humanoid creature's throat and pierced out through the Crown of the Head.

The humanoid creature trembled violently, its mouth opening uncontrollably as meaningless "heh heh heh" sounds escaped from its throat. Fresh Blood gushed out, its eyes bulged, and it stared in terror at the Ram-Headed Man before it.

After flowing out, the Fresh Blood slowly turned colorless. The humanoid creature stopped breathing amid its convulsions.

The Ram-Headed Man withdrew its arm, and the chainsaw slid free, carrying Transparent Liquid with it. The humanoid creature crashed heavily to the ground.

As though its spine had been torn, the humanoid creature's body continued twitching.

The Ram-Headed Man did not look at the fallen humanoid creature again. Instead, it slowly walked outward.

It squeezed past a group of humanoid creatures clutching their heads and leaped into the distance, gradually vanishing into the lush vegetation.

The twitching humanoid creature on the ground turned into Transparent Liquid, while its clothes fell away, soaked with watery stains.

Silence reigned.

The surviving humanoid creatures did not dare make a sound, afraid that the Ram-Headed Man would suddenly return and slaughter them all.

Mo Ling could do nothing. He controlled the Cube to follow for a while, memorized the direction in which the Ram-Headed Man had left, then returned to the team.

The atmosphere within the squad was also extremely oppressive. The soldiers who had survived the disaster were covered in their companions' blood, their eyes still wide with disbelief.

"Clean up the bodies first. Recover the weapons and samples." Captain Su's tone was clearly despondent as well.

Li Luo took out cleaning tools and silently began wiping the stains from the Cube.

The soldiers said nothing as they slowly stepped forward to clear the scene.

Captain Su stood silently at the front of the battlefield, clenching his fists.

The humanoid creatures nearby seemed to be struggling with something. Before long, an elderly man walked over.

He came to Captain Su's side and began speaking rapidly in Abyssal Language.

"Thank you all for your help. We of the Transparent Race will forever remember your kindness." The old man looked terrified, constantly watching the soldiers around him.

Captain Su put on the translator and began communicating with the humanoid creature who called himself a member of the Transparent Race.

"When did that Ram-Headed Man arrive? Why did it kill you?" Captain Su asked.

The old man of the Transparent Race thought for a moment before answering fearfully, "Not long before you arrived. After it came, we even fed it, but it immediately began slaughtering us. We don't know why."

Captain Su flew into a rage upon hearing this and demanded, "You even fed it? You fed it without knowing what it was?"

The old man of the Transparent Race hurriedly waved his hands in explanation. "Because it was also Transparent Race, we didn't guard against it!"

The old man was clearly terrified of Captain Su, his hands constantly gesturing through the air.

"It was also Transparent Race?" Captain Su asked in confusion.

The old man nodded. "Yes, it was Transparent Race."

Captain Su seemed to suddenly realize something. Pointing at himself, he asked, "Then what race am I?"

The old man of the Transparent Race immediately looked both suspicious and worried. He carefully answered, "You are... Flesh Race."

Hearing that, Captain Su suddenly lowered his head to look at himself, then squatted down on the spot. This impulsive movement startled the old man into jumping back a step.

But when he saw that Captain Su was merely pulling grass from the ground, the old man walked back in confusion.

Captain Su held two blades of grass. Green Purulent Fluid seeped from the broken end of one, while the broken end of the other was turning into Transparent Liquid.

"Which one is Transparent Race, and which one is Flesh Race?"

Though the old man of the Transparent Race looked puzzled, he still seriously answered Captain Su's question.

He pointed at the grass leaking green Purulent Fluid and said it was "Flesh Race," while the other blade of grass was "Transparent Race."

Upon hearing this, Mo Ling, who had been listening in, instantly understood how these humanoid creatures classified races.

Theseus Cell lifeforms were called the "Transparent Race" because they turned into Transparent Liquid after death.

Meanwhile, ordinary cellular organisms were called the "Flesh Race."

Seeing how the old man of the Transparent Race classified them, the onlookers instantly understood everything as well.

"What a simple way of classifying things." Captain Su said helplessly.

He looked at the old man again and asked in confusion, "Tell me, why didn't you guard against it just because it was Transparent Race? We aren't from here, so explain it properly. We won't hurt you."

Hearing that, the old man once again surveyed the people around him and glanced at the Cube in the air. He sighed in relief and explained:

"Because here, members of the Transparent Race do not attack one another. The Flesh Race is the same; they only attack the other race."

"Even the weakest, most mindless creatures are the same. They only feel hostility toward other races."

"Even the tiny Transparent Race Flying Insects that fly everywhere only gnaw on Flesh Race plants, and vice versa."

"So when we knew it was Transparent Race, we naturally weren't wary. It was only when we saw you that we became afraid."

The old man's voice grew weaker as he spoke, as though he still could not understand why the Ram-Headed Man had attacked them.

Only then did Captain Su finally nod and stop pressing the old man of the Transparent Race.

"Alright, we won't hurt you. We don't have such rules where we come from. That Ram-Headed Man also came from there. Understand?"

The old man hurriedly nodded to show that he understood, and most of the fear left his face.

He asked Captain Su to wait a moment, saying that he needed to go back and tell his people about this first.

Captain Su waved his hand, and the old man ran back into the crowd of his people.

"Record this matter." Captain Su called over his deputy and instructed him.

Li Luo listened to the exchange between the captain and the old man of the Transparent Race while wiping down the Cube, her face filled with curiosity.

After hearing this information-packed conversation, Mo Ling began recalling the battle between the Bird-Eating Spiders and the Red-Eyed Dragonflies.

It seemed that had been a battle between the Flesh Race and the Transparent Race.

So those Bird-Eating Spiders didn't attack us because we were Flesh Race too.

He had always found it strange that the Bird-Eating Spiders had surrounded them and then run away.

Was this... racial conflict?