One by one, people with long arms and legs emerged from the distorted space.
They first stretched their backs, then tilted their heads back and sniffed the air like dogs.
A moment later, the dozens of people who had just come out all turned their heads and looked at the clone on the flower stamen.
Their eyes gleamed green in the dark daylight, and they kept swallowing.
Seeing this, the duck-like clone offered out some popcorn. "Want some too?"
The old man standing nearby said, "I think... they want to eat you."
The duck, sitting in its clone, shrugged. "What's so good about me?"
Seemingly afraid of startling their prey, the indigenous people tiptoed towards the tree, surrounding it completely.
Giant Overlord frowned. "That expression looks like a monster."
The Honest Man, "So who is the False Human?"
"Get out! All of you get out! These are the king's guests!"
The mutated man walked over and began cursing at his companions.
Upon hearing that they were the king's guests, the people left reluctantly.
The mutated man pointed in a direction. "There's a town over there."
Upon hearing that there was a gathering place for False Human nearby, the group immediately became excited.
They leaped up and swung between the trees like monkeys, quickly disappearing into the depths of the dense forest.
The duck, sitting in its clone, was utterly disappointed. "I thought they were going to pull us onto the stage to perform with them, but this is all?"
The Giant Overlord said meaningfully, "It seems he's been hiding a lot from us."
The mutated man waved to the crowd. "Come down, everyone. Daylight has arrived; it's time for our hunt."
The clones jumped down from the tree.
"Your skin looks pretty cool."
"Speaking of which, with so many bones of yours, could you break off a couple so I can make soup?"
"Please give me one, I want to make a short sword."
"Me too."
"Since you both want them, then I want them too."
"..."
The mutated man was surrounded by a group of ordinary clones.
The clones kept chattering noisily, which gave him a headache.
Some even reached out and touched his bones, seemingly already considering which one to break.
Where did these weirdos come from?!
The mutated man was internally ranting and raving.
Seeing that his clones' eyes were also starting to glow green, the man was startled and quickly deactivated his altered form to return to normal.
The clones were even more excited.
"Wow, so you can Size Transformation anytime, anywhere!"
The Sophist stepped forward, shoved the old man who kept interrupting aside, pointed to the distorted, overlapping space nearby, and asked, "What's going on here?"
The man smiled slightly and explained, " The Source Land, the place where we were born."
The Sophist was completely bewildered. "What do you mean by the place where you were born?"
The man continued, "As you can see, the Space Rule of this world also have significant problems."
"Although we and the False Human live in the same world, we are not in the same space."
The man extended both hands, placing his left hand on top of his right.
"At Dark Night, these two spaces are like this: parallel to each other, without interfering with one another."
"But when daylight..."
With a "snap," the man's left hand pressed tightly against his right.
The two spaces will then overlap.
"More compatriots will come here to fight back against the False Human."
The clones all fell silent.
" Source Land, what have you come up with?"
" New Land?"
"Be more confident, and you'll be the youth version of New Land Hung Kai Properties."
"So these so-called indigenous people are the invaders, False Human are the indigenous people?"
"It's so messy."
"..."
The Sophist was at a loss for words and could only laugh awkwardly a few times.
"Heh... your world is quite unique."
The man waved his hand. "Every family has its own problems."
"I don't believe your world is vibrant and peaceful."
The Sophist nodded. "You're not wrong. Every world has its own unique circumstances."
The man said, "Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore."
"Let's go, I'll take you to see the King."
"He has always been very interested in you outsiders and will arrange suitable positions for you based on your talents."
The Giant Overlord was very curious about the ceiling of combat power in this world.
Thank you for your help.
The man chuckled and said, "It's no trouble at all. I can take this opportunity to go back to where I started."
The Sophist asked in bewilderment, "Every daytime here and in the original place overlaps, so you can go back every day."
The man sighed, "The king's rule is that once one reaches adulthood, one must leave the Source Land and cannot return unless there are special circumstances."
"We must continue to fight against the False Human until the day we die, or until the final victory arrives."
Led by the man, the clones leaped onto the trunk of a large tree and entered the so-called Source Land through the overlapping spaces there.
There is light in the Source Land, just like daytime.
Here, the sky is the sky, and the earth is the earth.
There were no strangely shaped plants or animals either.
At first glance, they appear to be ordinary, unremarkable worlds.
"Therefore," the Giant Overlord said in a deep voice over the Local Area Network, "The standard for day and Dark Night is based on the Source Land."
This place resembles a town.
The streets were uneven, and the surrounding buildings were crooked and twisted, giving the impression that they might collapse at any moment.
You can see "aboriginals" walking by on the street from time to time, False Human.
Most of the False Human were covered in wounds, and the cries for help that the clones had heard earlier came from these wounds.
The False Human were traded at will like livestock, and after a successful transaction, nearby shops offered slaughtering services.
There are even shops that specialize in selling meat, cutting it into pieces like pork and arranging it neatly on the cutting board.
The Sophist felt somewhat physically unwell.
The man who led the way explained, "We're simply giving them a taste of their own medicine."
"When we fall into the hands of the False Human, our fate will be even more miserable than this."
"Moreover, False Human is a good medicine; it can not only prolong life and strengthen the body, but also increase cultivation."
"After we meet the king, I'll show you some of our local specialties."
The Sophist gave an awkward smile, "Well, thank you very much."
The man led his clones into the most crooked building and met the king, a native over fifty years old.
Giant Overlord could immediately determine his cultivation level by observing the fluctuations in his aura.
Level Nine.
"Welcome, guests who have traveled from afar."
Wang was completely unpretentious, like a kind and gentle old man next door.
Can you tell me about the situation outside?
The Sophist briefly mentioned the resurgence of the Strange God.
Upon hearing this, Wang's expression immediately turned extremely solemn. "It seems that the world beyond is not a paradise after all."
"Since you're here, please settle in."
"Live in the Source Land for a while first, and then it's up to you whether you stay or leave."
The Sophist was somewhat surprised; this king was surprisingly easy to talk to.