Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

[Desolate Moon] comes once every eighteen months, and each time lasts for 130 days. During these 130 days, the entire sea area has almost lost its vitality. There is no algae on the bottom of the sea, and the sea creatures use their instincts to hide. They will only go out for food when they are very hungry.

Whenever the [Desolate Moon] falls and the raging black storm on the seabed greatly reduces the source of food, the war between the ethnic groups will begin, and the dark seabed will become more viscous due to blood, resulting in cannibalism The curse will also follow like a shadow, through the ubiquitous sea water, spread wantonly between groups-the plague, in [Desolate Moon], the plague caused by the curse is one of the most terrifying things.

After the last [Desolate Moon], black storms and wars almost destroyed his consciousness, and the curse almost killed his group.

After lingering until the end of the [Desolate Moon] and the black storm on the bottom of the sea disappeared, he sensed his own destiny—he had to lead the group to escape the war, and he had to move his group to a more distant and safer sea area.

He doesn't know whether there are more distant and safer sea areas, but he only knows that he has sensed the call of fate.

Fate told him that he had to make a choice - to migrate, or to perish.

So He called the remaining groups of people to explore the distance in the dark deep sea with the help of the little moonlight that they finally prayed for from the sea after the [Desolation Moon].

He and his group—and his believers encountered unimaginable difficulties during the migration process. They were once hunted to almost extinction by mutated fierce sea creatures. Irreversible degeneration, so they got a more tragic and savage life form than other wandering souls in the deep sea age.

What is even more desperate is that the solution to these problems is not to make the ethnic group stronger, because it is impossible for the ethnic group to become strong enough to fully adapt to the deep-sea environment in a short period of time.

There is only one way He can think of to solve these fatal problems:
reproduce.

Only by reproducing desperately, will there be more survivors when the disaster strikes, and the ethnic group will have a greater chance of continuing.

Only when sufficient power is used to reproduce, will there be more powerful individuals in the group. The countless possible permutations and combinations of genetic material will always give birth to some incredibly powerful beings in the group, and some can even reach the level of the legendary Sunshine. The intensity of the times.

He has seen such individuals in other ethnic groups, but there is no such wandering soul in his ethnic group.

The crisis that may appear at any time has led to the inevitability of reproduction, and the reproduction has led to a shortage of food and a lack of labor and guards. These two situations force the strong in the group to gather and go out for food, and those who go out for food are almost It is impossible for all of them to come back alive.

The ethnic group needs the protection of the strong, and the ethnic group needs the emergence of more powerful people. Therefore, after the loss of the strong, the reproduction of the ethnic group must continue as soon as possible.

Reproduction makes the ethnic group expand, and the expanded ethnic group needs more food, and the powerful ethnic group in the ethnic group must go out for food.

So a new round of foraging at the cost of life began...

This cycle goes on and on, and has not changed for several generations.

He clearly realized all of this, and thus knew his own destiny——

It is his destiny to help the race to reproduce.

There is no mercy in the bottom of the sea. In the sticky dark sea, everything is deteriorating. He doesn't know how long the group can survive. He only knows that if they don't continue to reproduce, the group will definitely not survive the fate of the world. That day is over.

He realized that the only thing he could do was to help the race reproduce, and even join in the reproduction process——

The offspring born through His gifts are stronger and wiser than ordinary ethnic groups. These strong offspring have a greater chance of bringing back more food, maintaining the survival of the group, and may even improve the genetic material of the group through screening, so as to Active intervention allows the ethnic group to produce stronger individuals.

During this migration, when He was most desperate, there were only five people left in the entire group.

He nearly drained himself so that the race could continue.

Fortunately, everything was worth it. After the eighth month after the black storm on the seabed receded in [Desolate Moon], he and his newborn group found a remote low-lying sea valley. It smells of nasty pollution, and there are no large marine life hunting around.

Here is the best habitat he has ever seen, isolated from the world, and will not communicate with any other underwater groups due to geographical reasons.

He thought to himself, as long as he stays here, even if the end of the world that can overturn the bottom of the sea comes, as long as the unique geographical environment here is sealed off, there is a high probability that his group will survive smoothly and enter the next era.

He led his people to settle here and worked hard to multiply the people.

After the next [Desolate Moon] came, he and his group relied on the unique geographical environment of their habitat to successfully resist the black storm under the sea, and relying on his powerful material distribution and supply system, almost all the wandering souls in the group survived !
His correct survival strategy has won him more firm beliefs. Although there are not many ethnic groups in the ethnic group, the amount of these beliefs is not large, but the strength is high, and he can use these beliefs to replenish himself. of weakness.

In the third month after [Desolate Moon], the ethnic group ushered in the first wave of baby boomers. He had more than a dozen heirs with the gift of the deep, and these heirs—the most devout believers—were stronger than the previous generation , their genetic material has been further purified, and their physical qualities are therefore better than their predecessors.

They grew rapidly under His care, and in the eighth month after the [Desolate Moon], they were already able to hunt manatees alone.

No. 17 months after [Desolate Moon], the ethnic group ushered in the second wave of baby boom, and more than a dozen offspring with the gift of the deep were born. These offspring, like their brothers and sisters, have stronger bodies, The difference is that they are less savage and more wise——

He selected and weaved their genetic material so that they would be wiser so that they could better modify their habitats, instead of just specializing in hunting like the previous ethnic groups.

He managed the entire group according to what fate told him, so he successfully and safely passed the second [Desolation Moon] after coming to the habitat.

The ethnic group is expanding, and it is far from reaching the limit of the habitat. He is optimistic about the future.

In the following more than 100 [Desolate Moons], his group grew stronger and stronger, and the little guys in the past have grown into strong men who can collectively hunt and kill mutant deep-sea monsters. Degenerate features are also completely gone.

The ethnic group is rapidly becoming stronger, and the habitat has also been transformed. They even cultivated a seabed farm that can grow edible brown algae. With the blood food hunted by the strong, everyone can fill their stomachs every day. .

But everything didn't just get better and better.

He felt that [Desolate Moon] was strengthening.

In the most recent [Desolate Moon], the black storm pervading the seabed destroyed the keel of an underwater continent, and the entire continent sank into the deep sea.

He watched the disappearance of the seabed continent from a distance, and vaguely remembered that there were several fertile pastures on that continent, and there were several ethnic groups that were so powerful that he looked up to.

He used to feel great pressure because of them, but now, everything is gone.

He felt a great sense of crisis, and tried to use his own way to allow his race to have the possibility of surviving in the gradually strengthening [Desolate Moon]——

Breed, and sift.

And that's what He's always doing.

After each reproduction, He will screen out better individuals who are more suitable for the gift of the deep, and combine the offspring of these special individuals with each other. In this way, the next generation produced will be more suitable for the gift from the deep.

The gift of the deep is the culture medium for his growth, derived from the belief provided by the first wandering soul believer-in the despair of being lost in the deep sea, the wandering soul no longer believes in hope and light, but worships darkness and the unknown itself.

The product of the fusion of darkness and the unknown is the deep.

He was born from the dark unknown, and has carried a deep destiny since his birth——Because of the believers' worship of darkness, he has the ability to see things at a distance in the dark seabed, and because of the believers' worship of the unknown, he has gained the ability to explore Unknown mission - this is also the origin of all behavioral motives since his birth.

The gods are born by worship, which is the destiny of the gods.

But now, under the oppressive feeling brought by the ever-increasing [Desolate Moon], He must find a way out for the believers—for his group.

While continuing to reproduce and screen, he dispatched ethnic groups that are more compatible with the gift of the deep, as explorers, to leave the habitat trench and go to more distant places to explore possible places that are more suitable for sojourning.

Or look for a more powerful god who can provide them with shelter and avoid being attacked by the [Desolate Moon].

The explorers brought back all kinds of news in the next dozens of [Desolate Moon] cycles, from which he knew——

There are wandering souls that are more degraded and lower than wild beasts in the dark seabed. The collapsed seabed continent sank to an unknown depth. There seems to be an abyss formed there, and there are strange creatures wandering on the side. That creature and all seabed life Quite different, seeming to come from the abyss;

In distant places, wandering souls have formed city-states. Those wandering souls have collected fragments of past worlds, developed something called "civilization", and continued to grow in tortuous development;
More small groups of people struggled to survive on the dark seabed just like He and his believers did in the past. In order to survive, life has undergone distortions and distortions that are unimaginable to other gods, and the almost ubiquitous pollution of the seabed has exacerbated these distortions and distortions .

Everything is deteriorating, and the wandering souls struggling to survive seem to be heading towards doomsday step by step.

……

He understands that under the gradually becoming stronger [Desolation Moon], it is not these things that the believers have explored that can make the group survive in the end.

Until one day, a believer came back from a distant sea and brought back a cold [cocoon].

The believer told him that this cocoon came from an extinct ethnic group, and the place where the ethnic group was located was full of strange [eye]-shaped totems. They seemed to worship some kind of special god, and the symbol of that god was the [eye].

The demise of the ethnic group was not because of the harsh environment of [Desolate Moon] or the black storm under the sea, but because of a sacrifice——

A sacrifice of the entire ethnic group was exchanged for this [cocoon] from an unknown place.

He has heard of sacrifices or even more tragic means at the cost of the lives of the ethnic groups, and he can understand them. On the bottom of the sea, all seemingly incredible things can happen.

When he saw this [cocoon], he sensed some kind of fateful call, which became clearer in the next few more powerful [Desolate Moons].

Until one day, after emitting enough cold air, the [cocoon] began to become transparent, revealing the little life within.

It was a creature he had never seen before.

Upon seeing the creature, he suddenly opened his mouth and uttered the first syllable of his life.

"Tedanios."

He knew the creature's name, as if the creature's unpronounceable name was etched into his being.

He felt the call of fate at the moment when he made his voice.

He realized that this was his destiny.

He did not attempt to hatch Thedanius, that was not His destiny.

He just keeps it with him frozen all the time.

Fate told him that nothing else could save him and his people, only Tydanius could save them.

Everything that happened in the next few [Desolate Moon] cycles proved the correctness of fate:
In the following [Desolate Moon], the powerful abyssal creatures collectively committed suicide due to unknown reasons, and the dirty things overflowing from their bodies polluted the entire sea area near the abyss, and the seabed creatures that mutated due to pollution even can no longer be considered food;
The fragile civilization composed of wandering souls lost a large number of people and the emerging cultural technology due to their inability to resist the black storm under the sea, and split from within the civilization due to the shortage of food. The split gave birth to betrayal, and betrayal led to destruction;
In the seabed pastures that can be seen, all the wandering groups disappeared silently in the harsh environment, as if they had never existed.

After another [Desolate Moon], the habitat of him and the group suffered an extremely serious blow—a certain outpost in the habitat was invaded by some kind of extremely polluting filth, and that filth was alive. When he arrived at the habitat, he had already infected his godhead, turning a part of him into them.

Races died one after another, and He realized that things couldn't just go on like this.

He summoned the strongest warriors in the group. They are the strongest life forms he bred and selected. They can fight against giants in the deep sea under [-] meters by virtue of their profound gifts, protect and bring back enough blood to relieve famine. Food, these blood food used to support the ethnic group to survive the most difficult [Desolate Moon].

He told them that in the [Desolate Moon], which is now many times stronger than before, even the most unpalatable dead algae will no longer grow.

The soldiers lowered their heads and shed tears that they never shed even when facing the fear and despair of the monsters in the deep sea.

He knew, and they felt their destiny too.