The Record of Unusual Creature

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Should there be a god or no god? It was an unanswerable question, especially when the asker was a true goddess herself. It was inexplicable. From Hao Ren’s point of view, in the first two decades of his life, “God” had always been a false proposition. He was immersed in the atheistic environment for 25 years and he believed in it without a doubt. In the 25th year of his life, his worldview came crashing down, and “God” became an established fact of objective existence. For Hao Ren, there was no moral issue of God’s existence. The goddess’ existence was not only real but also a troublesome one. Not only was she annoying, but she was also a noodle maniac.

Hao Ren could not help it when it came to the goddess. But when he saw the stares around him, he quickly shook the images of Raven 12345 squatting in her garden and cooking noodles off his mind. Hao Ren hemmed a couple of times, pretending like he did not space out. “This is a moot question. What do you guys think?”

“Of course there should be a god!” the husky maiden replied excitedly.

“You sound like a devout believer!” Vivian gave the husky maiden a sideways glance.

“God always gives presents during the new year. By the way, Mr. Landlord, is it time for our year-end bonus yet?” Lily said with her arms crossed.

Both Hao Ren and Vivian were speechless.

Muru and Lemendusa looked down at them, finding it difficult to join their discussion.

For Lily, the existence of a goddess was merely about presents and bonuses. Would Raven 12345 cast a buff spell and slam it on the naive husky’s face if she heard it? Hao Ren had no time this question. He was pondering about the summoning of Lemendusa by the goddess of creation into the secret lab. His sight fell on the divine network in midair.

“I’m afraid the goddess of creation was already preparing for her death at that time. ‘Everything goes back to zero, and the universe resets’: she sounded as if she had anticipated the disasters before her death. It is confusing. But one thing is sure; the goddess of creation created this network of divine power to prepare for her death. The network must be related to something about which she was most concerned. Lemendusa, the question you have mentioned is a typical lamentation of someone who is about to die. I can’t think of anything other than this explanation. What do you think is the thing that the goddess of creation could not let go of the most?”

Vivian’s brows pulled together. “The children she created? The order of the universe? The prison of the Mad Lord?”

“They are all possible.” Hao Ren let out a sigh.

Everyone became silent and looked up the image of the divine network that looked like an undulating sea. It surged, spread, blended in with the stars and pervaded the entire universe.

Three days later, those 100 “selected ones” gathered again in the Petrachelys as it was about to set sail again. These descendants of the exiles were much quieter now compared to when they first departed from Earth.

The wholly destroyed ecosystems, ruined planets, even the remains of the celestial bodies that the First Born’s tentacles had torn apart and drifted in planetary orbits, and the ruins that stood silently on those broken celestial bodies—those were the things that the ‘selected ones’ saw in the past three days. They saw the aftermath of the kingdoms, used to be flourishing with life, were devastated in the extinction events. Countless heroes and legends were buried in the ruins and would remain there in the cold space forever.

For the ‘selected ones’ on the spacecraft, the first three-day in Holletta and the last three-day journey were a stark contrast. They witnessed the prosperity and vitality of civilization in the first three days. In the following three days, they saw the death and funeral of civilization. The different experience left an unforgettable impression in their minds.

Hao Ren did not deliberately arrange the second half of the tour to be traumatic. He did not have a choice. The Plane of Dreams was not an ideal place for sightseeing. After the First Born disaster, there were few places left in the universe worth visiting.

“I never thought I would see those things.” In the lounge, an old vampire nobleman shook his head and sighed slightly. “The most ridiculous thing is that I never paid serious attention to this journey until I got on the spaceship. I never thought there would be anything that could affect the Blood Clan after the Mythological Era. I once even felt that the information materials given by the Shadow Council were exaggerated and a scare tactic.”

Hesperides was sitting opposite the old vampire. The nymph of the evening glanced at her ‘junior’ with a wry smile. “How about now?”

“The information is amazingly shallow and conservative, for what I have seen is far from what the words and pictures could describe.” the old Blood Clan raised the red wine glass in his hand. “Before the departure, I thought about it all night the plots to fight against others, pondering about gains and losses, even the opportunity to crack the secrets of crossing the world, so that I could profit from it. But the journey turned out to be not what I imagined. Sigh, looking back at what I’ve done, I feel as childish as a child.”

Perhaps the experiences in the past few days had shocked him, or it may be because he was facing an ancient like Hesperides who was respected by the otherworldlings, the vampire noble was particularly emotional. It made Hesperris laugh. “I am afraid you’re not the only one with this thinking. I guess at least one-third of them had once thought of the idea of ”cracking the secrets of the crossing.’ But those guys were probably dumbfounded the moment they boarded the spaceship.”

“I will never boast of my knowledge and experience again because I realize I know nothing about the real mystery and knowledge.” Another vampire noble, Zeon Lucas, said as he smiled and shook his head.

“Unlike you, I think I have enough materials to brag about for at least half a year feel when I go back.” Hessiana, who was sitting on the other side, interjected. “My phone’s memory is full. I don’t want to admit it, but that guy—Hao Ren—seems really awesome. I hope I can talk to him and see if he could give me a spaceship or something. Hmm, should I play cute with him? Probably not. I have goosebumps all over my skin by just thinking about it. I’d better talk to Vivian.”

Those family leaders who truly realized their folly after the journey began to cough uncontrollably in shock over Hessiana’s magnanimity. Even Hesperides could not help but roll her eyes. She pointed to the sirens at the other end of the hall. “You should sit with them. Other than snapping photos and shopping, the sirens came to the trip wholly for fun. Even the queen of the siren asked me for power bank.”

Zeon Lucas also began to lose respect for the sirens. He could not help but let out a sigh. But when Zeon looked at the sirens, he was wide-eyed. Those ‘saltwater fish,’ who were still happily exchanging photos when they boarded, had all quieted down.

Not only had they became silent, but the atmosphere between them was even a bit solemn. The queen of the sirens, Katreina, sat at the table without saying a word. Her snake tail smacked on the ground occasionally while her subordinates sitting around her whispered among themselves sometimes, but they were not bantering.

“I’ve no idea. The sirens were like this a while ago.” Hessiana had noticed the sirens were behaving abnormally a while ago. “They looked somber when the spacecraft entered the warp space or something.”

“These guys are earnest?” Zeon Lucas asked.

A voice suddenly interrupted the conversation. “It’s because they are coming home.”

Hessiana looked up. It was a girl with white hair, a ponytail, and dressed in a demon-hunter suit standing in front of her.

Those sitting at the table saw a demon hunter suddenly approached them, and became a bit nervous. But White Flame could not care less. With the wave of her hand, she said, “Don’t overreact. Didn’t we already make a truce?”

“I know you, White Flame.” Hessiana was the first one to remain composed. She glanced at White Flame. “You are the first demon hunter greeting us.”

“Callus begin to form in my ear listening to the old man’s speech!” White Flame quipped. “So I just wanted to say hello and see what would happen. But hah, your reaction is quite interesting!”

Hesperides’ frown was almost imperceptible. “Do you mean that next stop is the homeworld of the sirens?”

“Yeah, it is the last stop of our journey.” White Flame sighed. “The next stop—Io.”

Outside the spacecraft, the dark-cavity effect caused by the warp flight slowly opened up.

The twisted red and blue flight path appeared around the spacecraft. In between the twisted stars, a blue planet quickly filled everyone’s field of vision.