Chapter 1078: NO．201：Words Must Be Carried Out

NO．201：Words Must Be Carried Out

Things never happen more than three times——this is a saying in Yan Country, but for the Sui fragments it has a special meaning.

When three Sui beast fragments gather, they can piece together the divine form of the giant beast 'Sui'; that's why these twelve brothers and sisters seldom all meet together.

After all, most of them do not want to face the shared former appearance of everyone.

Even if it is merely a divine form, even if it is just like everyone's dream.

Yet it is often unclear which side is the dream.

Each time it forms, it lazily gazes upon the mortal world.

A single glance equals a thousand years; a thousand years is light as a dream, and it's unclear whether it is anger or resentment.

None of the twelve Sui beast fragments wishes to return, even though they all know this dream has an end.

Even the death of each Sui beast fragment will have its consciousness absorbed into Sui's main body, accelerating its awakening.

In this regard, Wang actually still has too much information not shared with Aomo.

Just as he did not mention the appearance of Xianzhi Ling and Jina, which caused Zhong Yue, Shu, and others to scatter from their support posts, he also did not directly answer Aomo's question about how the Sui Manifest was created when faced with it.

Likewise, Aomo never shared any information from Isamara's side with him.

So not only was Aomo startled upon seeing the Sui Manifest,

When Wang witnessed Aomo voluntarily enter the giant beast's mouth, and after three minutes there was no sound, his face inevitably showed a hint of surprise.

"You just want to eat him?" he asked Isamara.

But then the other party suddenly opened its mouth again, and out walked the youth he had thought was already digested; compared to three minutes earlier, he seemed merely to have his clothes stained by strange blood, with no other noticeable change.

But the instant he stepped out of the beast's mouth, the giant beast collapsed sideways onto the ground, sending a slight tremor beneath their feet.

This made it hard for Wang to ignore that the giant beast seemed to have lost all vitality, even its corpse rapidly showing signs of withering.

Then a swarm of low‑level Faction creatures surged up from somewhere, gnawing at it, and even the dark stains gathered, looking to get a share.

"..."

"The cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death is merely a transfer of nutrients for the Faction."

Gazing at the silent Wang, the demon who raised a hand to generate a faint breeze from a black magic circle to blow his hair merely explained lightly.

"Every whale fall nourishes all things, and the demise of each newly born flesh will become food for other Faction members, though only the flesh perishes."

"For the current Faction, recreating a body, even a humanoid one, poses no difficulty at all."

"After all, you ate plenty of people at the start, didn't you?" Wang turned his head to look at him, "The structure of the human body should also be in the Faction's information network, right? But who are you now?"

"Are you Aomo Lindun or Isamara?"

"I am certainly Aomo Lindun." Aomo replied, also giving a subtle glance toward the distant 'grand scene' created by the other giant beasts.

"Isamara made a 'sacrifice' toward me, but that does not mean I must accept becoming the Heart of Corrosion," he said, pulling out a small vial of injection from somewhere, "In fact, there is also a compromise example."

"A compromise example?"

"For example, hey! You, yes you, come over!" he called out, gesturing to a Faction creature sprinting not far away; that creature, which should have ignored him, actually halted upon hearing him and floated to his side.

He also extended the tentacle that replaced his wrist, touching it to try to confirm the next command.

"Take this vial of injection to the nearest breeding zone to welcome the newborn rebirth," he handed the vial to the creature's tentacle, then patted its shell, "By then you too will be granted the right to evolve your intellect."

But since these words were currently beyond the creature's comprehension, as soon as Aomo finished speaking he saw its tentacle twitch, then it shot off again propelled by compressed gas.

Although it couldn't understand the sigh, its execution of orders was unusually swift and practiced—once it had departed, Aomo finally turned his head back to look at Wang beside him: "What are your plans next?"

"Will you join the battle or go back? I can give you a ride."

"Do you think I will personally take action?"

"Seeing that this war has reached its final stage, if we don't act now there will be no chance left, right?"

"Precisely because we are at the final stage, the rear will have more matters to attend to," said Wang, frowning and turning his head toward Dragon Gate, "Perhaps I should use this time to arrange something to get the court to make more concessions for me."

"You can think of whatever you want to do; there's no need to say it out loud—I don't want to hear it, nor do I want to help you." Aomo said expressionlessly.

This reaction also gave Wang's gaze a hint of disdain: "This could make Ling and my older brothers' lives easier; you really won't lend a hand?"

"For us outsiders to the chess game, once a match ends it's over; developments beyond the board are not something we can interfere with."

That is something the production team designing the storyline needs to consider, provided the next 'game' will inherit the save file.

Will it inherit?

Aomo is not entirely sure, but he knows the players' test missions have already been completed.

Even the player's window interface began popping up the message: 【The test will end in twenty minutes; please prepare to part ways, testers……】 in several lines of text.

It also included a plot runaway, turning what should have been a two‑week game test into a one‑day ending with an apology and such…… Seeing this, Aomo felt a slight pang of guilt.

Just that slight amount.

As the answer to the question 'What is the reason behind making this game?' becomes ever clearer, Aomo feels that Rhein Life and the people behind it will not only not blame him, but may even formally send thanks.

After all, no matter how bizarre the developments in this game, as a test of different routes it has already been completed, even exceeding expectations.

If they truly deem this test highly reference‑worthy, they will likely also come specifically to understand the Geliza cards they hold.

However, at present he cannot help Wang in the slightest, but the condition he agreed upon with Isamara still has that crucial final part to fulfill.

To achieve this, he needs to retrieve the Gibralis card from him, using its computing power to support the duplication of content within the memory crystal.

Once he completes that precise content duplication and links it to the Faction's thought network, he will send the knowledge sharing to the already‑born Isamara.

In the final ten minutes before the server shutdown, everyone could see the surviving Faction creatures gathering, congregating, re‑evolving, and rising step by step.

This is a literal ascent, just as Aomo had witnessed beside the Beast King.

Countless Faction creatures bearing the traits of marine life such as fish and squid all rose to high altitudes, seeking to contact the stellar spores far beyond the atmosphere and beyond them.

Taking on the former guise of Sikadi, they set forth toward the extraterrestrial realm where they no longer need to entangle with humanity—Aomo's promise to convey the experiences and knowledge from his mind was precisely to bring about this scene.

As for the real‑world Sikadi… or rather Isamara's condition, he has indeed already found a lead to address it.

After all, once it is clear that the other party is Isamara, such tugging becomes utterly meaningless.