Chapter 38
Even Big Pineapple, brainless as he was, knew what was happening when he saw this!
This thing had awakened!
Just like him, it had awakened supernatural powers!
The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, he unleashed a terrifying wave of the Great Pain Technique. This time, he did not even bother showing off with his "how many floors must a bag of rice be carried up" routine.
Then his terrifying telekinesis poured out in full force, forming a transparent but tangible saber that slashed straight at his opponent's head!
The blade's length alone reached a terrifying forty meters, though it still fell somewhat short compared with the flying ant's nearly two-hundred-meter length.
But if the slash landed, it would still be enough to cut off his opponent's head.
Enduring the pain wracking his body, ignoring his body's constraints and the feeling that his head had been hollowed out, all he wanted now was to kill this thing.
Leaving aside the fact that this thing was a monster to begin with, just thinking about what the comments had said-what would happen to them later if this really was an ant queen-was more than he dared imagine.
Especially now that this thing had awakened just like him. That made it even worse.
He could ignore the world-ending catastrophe a thousand years away, because by then, who knew how long he would have been dead? But this thing before him threatened him right now.
So today, as long as he did not die, his opponent would have to become their dinner!
In the livestream, comments flashed past rapidly.
[Holy crap, a forty-meter saber!]
[Brother Pineapple, charge in and get him!]
[Take him as your pet!]
[Everyone shut up. Brother Pineapple's going to start cursing in a minute!]
The ant curled into a ball on the ground in agony. This pain came not only from Big Pineapple's ability, but also from the pain accompanying his own acquisition of powers.
Newly born, he did not know why this was happening, why it hurt so much, why it felt so awful. But he had no terror or fear, only a living creature's most primal, most instinctive desire to live!
It was this desire that stirred the hope for survival buried within the most profound despair in the Tears of Despair!
Despair might be called despair, but where in the depths of the heart was there not a buried sliver of hope and longing?
The saber fell. The ant abruptly raised his head, his enormous mouthparts colliding with the transparent blade of light, and the two locked firmly in a stalemate.
But the ant queen's body was still convulsing incessantly with pain, and the saber pressed down little by little.
No, both of them were trembling violently now. Big Pineapple, who was using the ability, was no exception.
Seeing Big Pineapple trembling nonstop on-screen, sweat pouring from his head in agony, everyone in the livestream broke into a cold sweat for him and kept cheering him on in their hearts.
They were so nervous that they even forgot to send comments.
Big Pineapple clenched his fists and let out another sudden roar. Another saber, only twenty-odd meters long, appeared.
The moment it appeared, it slashed straight toward the junction between his opponent's body and the enormous abdomen behind it.
If his body had allowed it, if he had a weapon in hand, and if he were not in pain all over, he would have charged straight in to trade blows with this ant.
Because all he wanted was to end the fight quickly. This stalemate was far too agonizing!!!
Just as the saber was about to fall, the ant suddenly exerted himself. His enormous mouthparts cracked, and the teeth on one side shattered outright, but the saber formed from telekinesis vanished too.
He twisted his body quickly, trying to evade the saber overhead, but he was already a step too late. He could only raise his wings and barely block it.
The long blade sank into flesh, and white fluid sprayed!
But before it could reach the ground, the terrifying flames on his body vaporized it.
This blade was smaller than the previous one, but the damage it dealt still came close to cutting his body in half at the waist.
Yet whether because of the flames or his supernatural power, his wound was rapidly scabbing over. Though it still looked horrifying, even this seemed insufficient to kill him.
Su Mo stood beside the road, his consciousness already extended into the Microcosm.
Looking at this ant covered in flames, he knew without even thinking that this was the supernatural life-form the brain-dead system had mentioned.
So, should I make a move?
A tier-one supernatural life-form that had already developed primitive intelligence. This single ant represented a civilization. Killing him would directly yield 0.1 Divine Rank!
But should I really act now?
There's only one of him. Once he's dead, there won't be another.
But keeping him alive doesn't seem to serve any purpose either, does it?
Should I raise him?
Su Mo pondered as he watched the situation below.
When Big Pineapple saw that even this move had failed to kill the ant, the fine beads of sweat already densely covering his forehead grew even more numerous.
Though his body still stood in midair, looking imposing and even moving without any wind-trembling from pain-he showed no sign of backing down.
The ant was filled with dread. He did not know, did not understand why this was happening. He had only hatched from his egg today. He simply wanted to live, nothing more.
Cries of "Asura! Asura!" came from behind, and the ant knew that if he did not run now, it would be too late.
So without the slightest hesitation, he dragged his gravely wounded body away into the distance as fast as he could.
Though his half-severed wings could no longer carry him into flight, they still helped increase his speed.
Big Pineapple wanted to pursue him, but he had already reached his limit. After the Asura clansmen arrived, he fell straight out of midair.
The flying ant escaped, and Big Pineapple passed out.
This battle could be called a defeat for both sides.
Watching the flying ant immediately start digging a hole to bury himself after escaping, Su Mo shook his head.
0.1 Divine Rank was too little, and this fellow still had considerable potential for growth. As long as he did not reach tier three, there would be no major problem.
Rather than killing him now, it would be better to wait until tomorrow and harvest them all together.
As for the possibility of his actually reaching tier-three supernatural status in such a short time, Su Mo did not believe it.
A fountain could rise no higher than its source.
The source of their supernatural powers was tier-three Soul Tears, so tier three was the highest they could reach. Tier two might even be their peak.
Unless they could blaze a new trail and find another path.
Otherwise, they really could not break through the limitations of the Soul Tears in a mere thousand years.
The greatest difference between supernatural civilizations and technological civilizations was that supernatural civilizations developed quickly early on, but had limitations.
Technological civilizations needed enormous accumulation early on and developed rapidly later, but at the final stages of level-five and level-six civilizations, supernatural civilizations would catch up again.
But if asked which had greater combat strength, supernatural or technological civilizations, that really was hard to say.
Supernatural civilizations focused on individual transcendence. Compared with technology developed by an entire civilization, they would certainly fall short.
But if there were many supernatural beings of the same tier, that was another matter.
Your technological civilization follows one path, but my supernatural powers come in countless varieties. I might not beat you alone, but with so many of us, surely there'll be someone you can't handle.
So Su Mo really did not know whether supernatural powers or technology were stronger.
Giving his head a casual shake and tossing aside these wandering thoughts, Su Mo returned to the real world.
Things in the Microcosm were no great problem. At least, that was how he saw it.
What, you're saying Big Pineapple's Asura Clan might be wiped out?
Are you kidding? With five thousand years of accumulated culture, plus a million top minds-even the whole world's top talent-advising him, if he can't even beat a native, they might as well go eat shit.
Besides, they could excavate the previous civilization's ruins. Their advantages were ridiculously huge, all right?
If all of them could advance to level-two civilizations by tomorrow, then destroying them would bring his Divine Rank above 4.0, and even his Creator God level could rise straight to level two.
At that thought, he could not help growing happy.
He even felt a faint anticipation for what surprises these fellows would bring him tomorrow.
Big Pineapple, the conditions you transmigrated into might have been a little poor, but you've got the whole world helping you from the start. I hope you won't disappoint me.
Thinking this, he strolled leisurely into the shop that bought gold.
After Big Pineapple woke up and learned that the ant had escaped, he immediately ordered everyone to search for him!
Unless he killed that ant, he could not rest easy.
He did not even dare imagine what it would look like twenty years later when an army of ants blotted out the sky and covered the earth as it attacked.
Then three months passed in a flash. They had already moved into those ruins, yet still found no trace of the ant.
He knew this could not continue. Finding the ant would be best, but if they could not, they could not keep wasting time like this.
Under the livestream viewers' guidance, he began teaching the Asura clansmen breeding, animal husbandry, farming, and forging.
While attracting more Asura clansmen to join them, they also repaired the dilapidated fortress.
Unfortunately, the previous transmigrator never appeared, and they did not know what many of the things inside were used for.
They could not read the written records either.
As for supernatural weapons, they had found nothing of the sort at all.
Though he had also transmitted a great deal of unreadable writing to Earth for them to study, they could not decipher it anytime soon.
Left with no choice, he turned instead to studying how to use supernatural abilities and how to let others acquire supernatural powers.
Eventually, they set their sights on that lake!
After experiments lasting half a year, he discovered that as long as the Asura clansmen drank the lake water and then let him stir the pain within their bodies, they could acquire supernatural powers.
With this discovery, under the leadership of Big Pineapple and Earth's civilization, the Asura Clan entered a period of rapid development.
Ten years later, the fortress was fully repaired, and the Yanhuang Tribe's population had reached a massive three hundred thousand.
In a primitive age, this was already an enormous number.
Over these ten years of development, Mandarin had gradually spread through this civilization.
In particular, after many people acquired supernatural powers, their brains developed, and their capacity for learning grew stronger.
And that year, the Starry Sky Giant Mosquitoes dominated the skies with their terrifying bodies and terrifying numbers. Like a passing swarm of locusts, they devoured everything they saw!