Chapter 22
Cursing up a storm, Su Mo stepped straight into the Microcosm. Looking down at the planet, where the scouring of years and time had erased every trace of the former Ultra Civilization, he cursed even louder!
He even wanted to drag all those mosquitoes out and slap them dead!
And the ants, too!
Goddammit, the Ultra Civilization had beaten you like you were dangling from a rope!
If I hadn't secretly stepped in several times to protect you mosquitoes, you would have gone extinct!
I've raised civilizations so many times, and none of them ever made me worry this much. So you thought you could start showing off the moment I destroyed the Ultra Civilization, huh?
You wiped out the civilization I'd just raised without making a goddamn sound!
And this civilization was fucking useless, too. By its three-hundredth year, the Ultra Civilization had nearly reached tier one.
You fuckers went extinct in three hundred years. This was just ridiculous!
Still cursing, Su Mo opened the Microcosm's time replay. He wanted to see just what had happened this time!
With a wave of Su Mo's hand, a screen appeared before him the next moment.
The events of those three hundred years gradually began to appear on the screen.
This civilization consisted of a race resembling monkeys. Their intelligence barely passed muster, so he would call them the Monkey Race for now.
For the first few decades, the Monkey Race's population was small, and there weren't any problems.
Having just appeared in this world, they still seemed somewhat muddleheaded, but intelligent races were different from unintelligent ones.
Over twenty years, as time passed and their numbers grew, their civilization gradually developed as well.
But in Su Mo's eyes, they had barely gone from primitive people to learning how to use tools. That was all.
After all, he had seen this sort of thing many times already, so he didn't find it novel in the slightest and immediately sped things up.
Then, when the timeline reached the fiftieth year, their population began to surge again.
The area where they had originally gathered clearly could no longer meet their needs, whether for everyday food and water or various materials.
And so they began spreading out for the first time. Normally, there was nothing wrong with this; it was also a necessary part of a civilization's development.
But a problem arose at precisely this point. The mosquitoes that had been eating dirt out in the starry sky for hundreds of years discovered them.
Against these newly developing members of the Monkey Race, the mosquitoes, standing four to five hundred meters tall, really did swallow one with every bite.
And after eating dirt for hundreds of years, they were all the more frenzied.
Logically speaking, a civilization was bound to undergo certain trials during its development, such as wild beasts.
Although the mosquitoes looked terrifying and were indeed frightening, they feared fire, and their defenses weren't strong.
If they really set their minds to it, a few hundred people rushing one together could stuff the mosquito to death even if they couldn't kill it otherwise.
After all, these things had no armor, and their wings were fragile. With good coordination and the use of weapons and flames, they might even be able to kill a mosquito.
Threats from wild beasts and food crises were things every civilization inevitably encountered, but civilizations that survived generally took the right path.
The previous eight civilizations, for instance. Of course, it was true that there hadn't been that many wild beasts on Blue Star then.
But here, he had merely increased the difficulty a little. In any case, Su Mo absolutely would not admit that it was because he had accidentally forgotten to take these mosquitoes back.
He was simply adding a little difficulty so their civilization could develop faster.
Yes, that was exactly it.
He was cultivating them out of kindness. Look at all those civilizations-when had any of the earlier ones received treatment like this?
And these idiots had decided not to live anymore!
Others rose up in resistance, defeated wild beasts, and developed their civilizations.
But the moment these people saw wild beasts, they dropped to their knees and waited to die!
True, a mosquito would be full after eating a few people, and once full, it would fly away.
But how many fucking people did you have to feed the mosquitoes?!
Mosquitoes produced hundreds in a single brood. Could you produce hundreds in a single brood, too?!
With their current meager numbers, if they really let the mosquitoes eat their fill, then even accounting for their rate of reproduction and development, they would be wiped out within a hundred years.
Su Mo foresaw this outcome with a single glance, then sped things up again.
He wanted to see just how this civilization had managed to last three hundred years under these circumstances.
This was fucking ridiculous, too. Their civilization had only existed for fifty years, which should have been its golden age of development.
At this stage, they had nothing yet, and anything they produced could spur The Development of Civilization.
Instead, they developed a culture of sacrifice, figuring out how to please the mosquitoes with their own people when they appeared.
And how to determine when mosquitoes would appear!
They discovered how long a mosquito would refrain from coming back to eat them after receiving their sacrifices.
Watching this made Su Mo curse his head off.
But he still frowned and kept watching to see what would happen next.
Sure enough, not everyone in the Monkey Race was an idiot. Some stood up and opposed the sacrifices. At this, Su Mo's brow finally relaxed a little.
But the next scene felt even more ridiculous. Every time those opponents stood up, they were ruthlessly beaten down.
That was fairly normal, too. After all, their beliefs differed; they just needed to win the fight. These people were very brave to stand up and resist. At least they were better than the fellows who only knew how to kneel and offer sacrifices to mosquitoes.
As Su Mo thought this, he saw those fellows who were so meek before mosquitoes fight with utter savagery when facing their own people.
With their courage, fearlessness, and numerical advantage, they defeated the opposition.
Although a small portion were captured to serve as sacrifices, the fighting between the two sides still left quite a few dead and wounded.
The mosquitoes, which had spent hundreds of years eating dirt, had not yet built up their numbers. But after this round of feeding, their population began to grow explosively.
Although mosquitoes lacked the human intelligence needed to establish a civilization, they still knew to seek fortune and avoid disaster.
For example, when food was plentiful, they would produce more mosquitoes, and when food was scarce, they would only fulfill the reproductive task immediately before them.
After eating their fill from this round of feeding, the mosquitoes began reproducing in great numbers.
Large numbers of mosquitoes even came all the way from the starry sky to settle on Blue Star.
Su Mo could only shake his head at this situation. Call these people brain-dead, and yet they knew to study the mosquitoes' habits and even use their opponents as sacrifices.
But call them smart-you'd already fucking studied the mosquitoes' habits, yet you didn't dare go fight them!
You just delivered food to them every day!
You'd only survived because you'd been given fifty years to develop. Without those fifty years to reproduce and recuperate, they would have eaten you into extinction long ago!
To give credit where it was due, although the Monkey Race was generally brain-dead, there were still smart individuals who noticed the problem of the increasing number of mosquitoes.
If things continued developing this way, all of them might very well be eaten by mosquitoes.
So they tried to find a solution, then spent five years finding an ant!
The fucking sight of the ant left Su Mo numb.
I didn't even catch an ant queen. How the hell had you survived until now?!
Then he scrolled through the timeline and discovered that when he had tossed in the meteorite and the ants, there had been some unhatched ant eggs among them.
But Su Mo absolutely would not admit this was his fault, so he skipped straight past how this ant had hatched and survived through a series of coincidences.
With its enormous size and hard shell, the ant was practically invincible in this world.
However, it didn't eat meat, mainly because there had been no meat for it to eat back then, so it had survived by eating grass and gnawing on large trees.
Then these people discovered the ant and began offering sacrifices to it. Ants were omnivorous insects to begin with; it hadn't eaten meat before because there was none, and it didn't know to eat it.
But after they fed it for a while, things spiraled out of control.
At first, under the ant's protection, the mosquitoes indeed didn't dare attack them.
But after they started offering sacrifices to the ant, they discovered that it ate even more than the mosquitoes.
No, the ant wasn't eating it. It liked stockpiling food!
However much they gave it, it ate that much. If they didn't give it anything, it kept demanding more.
And if they still refused, it helped itself!
Then, through the combined efforts of the mosquitoes and the ant, this civilization was completely eaten within three hundred years!
That's right. Completely eaten!
That was what Su Mo found most fucking ridiculous.
Looking at the giant ant on Blue Star, a full size larger than ordinary ants and standing a full sixteen hundred meters tall, Su Mo was somewhat speechless.
He wanted to kill this thing, but also felt that growing this big hadn't been easy for it.
Besides, there was only one. Killing it would be a shame.
In any case, this civilization was already extinct. Wouldn't killing the ant now only mean an even greater loss? If another civilization like the Ultra Civilization appeared later, he could bring this ant out as a big boss.
He could spare the ant, but the mosquitoes absolutely needed a culling.
With that thought, Su Mo slapped down. A vast chorus of cracks and pops rang out across Blue Star as countless mosquitoes burst apart and died on the spot.
After finishing all this, Su Mo wanted to begin creating a world again.
But after some thought, he locked the ant inside a small space to prevent it from causing trouble again next time.
He also tossed the Soul Tears he had previously obtained from Liu Dajun into Blue Star, where they became two enormous lakes. This time, Su Mo intended to see whether he could create a supernatural civilization.
For a supernatural civilization, early crises were necessary, so he still left a batch of mosquitoes behind. Finally, there was the most important point: finding another transmigrator.
Without someone to lead the way during its early development, a civilization could easily stray down the wrong path.
Just like this dumbass civilization. But if they, too, had someone leading the way, this problem would never have arisen.
However, Su Mo absolutely would not do something like that himself, so he could only find a transmigrator to work for free.
As for how to find a transmigrator, that would indeed have been a little troublesome before, but after Su Mo's Divine Rank reached 3.73, it became very simple.
He just needed to make a device linked to the Microcosm, turn it into a string of code, and send it out like a game.
Just like the Lord God, he only needed to randomly select a few friends.
At that thought, Su Mo immediately got to work. Two hours later, he released a game called [My Civilization (Closed Beta)].
Meanwhile, creation mode started once more inside the Microcosm, and a race with four arms began appearing on the planet.
In the real world, Big Pineapple, a well-known gaming streamer on a certain short-video platform, opened a raising sim called [My Civilization (Closed Beta)].
Originally, all of this was perfectly normal. What wasn't normal was the game file Su Mo had created.
It actually wasn't some awesome piece of advanced technology at all. It was simply a string of runes that locked onto the other party's soul.
The instant the game opened, they would pop up like a logo, then lock onto the other party's soul and pull it into the Microcosm.
He had indeed set it so that only one person could enter the little world, but he hadn't expected this thing to also read the current device's information, then turn into something resembling a Livestream System and enter Big Pineapple's body.
At that moment, viewers across the entire internet erupted!
(P.S. People keep asking about this. There was originally an explanation in chapter two, but I'll say it in advance anyway.
The livestream pulls everyone's consciousness into the Microcosm, but they can only watch and can't do anything. They can also exit. If you're still asking how the livestream works, go read science fiction. This is fantasy; I can't explain the principles.)