"Mm..."

"When Lord Miracle gave the order, it felt like we could all hear the regret echoing in its heart, like it had missed something, and there was this deep guilt..."

"The highest command it gave us was to return to Blue Star after death."

Sharkshark folded its arms, racking its brains and digging through the database in its mind, laying out all the information it had currently decompressed from the gene database.

Gene Command One: Return to Blue Star, survive at all costs, lie low on Blue Star and wait.

Gene Command Two: Find the object of regret that Lord Miracle could not let go of on its deathbed.

Gene Command Three: Receive and guide the revival of the new Miracle.

"Oh right, I seem to have forgotten to say this..." Sharkshark opened its eyes and added, "The ’Lord Miracle’ we talk about doesn’t mean an individual, but the smartest, strongest, and infinitely close to true perfection among our blue life tribe—the [Perfect]."

"Mm....."

"In the terms Blue Star people use now, it’s like our tribe blew all our resources to guarantee an epic-tier hero."

In First Epoch society, Miracles were the highest evaluation in their social system.

All the Miracles from different fields, once they completed the state of being merged into one, were what Sharkshark referred to as the [Miracle].

The Miracle walked ahead of all the clansmen and entered regions where no Spiritual Particles existed.

It had already found the road leading to the Source, but because it was in a Spiritual Particle vacuum zone, it exhausted all its energy and withered away, dying at the deepest point of the starry sky.

Because of differences in speed and propagation speed.

The Miracle understood that time was not on its side, so it immediately ordered the little ones in the very back to turn around and return at the fastest possible speed by any means, and to stop moving forward.

"Just now.... I feel like I heard something insane. You said, you guys ran over what?"

Ansheng’s jaw dropped as he stared at Sharkshark, who had just casually said the words "smashed a planet."

Meanwhile, the Triangular Hammer on the side had already liquefied into its unfolded form, sitting in a mental-hospital-style doctor-patient row. Its heart was full of celebratory joy, like patients popping champagne.

The Security Bureau staff remained silent, recording the whole thing with their recorders, cameras, and handwritten notebooks.

"I don’t remember the exact situation, but I remember we were like this..."

Sharkshark raised both arms, forming an oval shape over its head, slowly moving it to the left, then moved a series of oval shapes across:

"Then... those weird creatures started hopping around and riding on us, and we just watched them."

"They looked quite smug, planning to tie our clansmen up and drag them back. They were saying things like our thrust wasn’t strong enough and they wanted to chop our clansmen’s legs off, so we gave them a single kick."

"And then, their planet just blew the hell up—"

Sharkshark folded its arms in front of its chest and stretched them upward, miming the spreading burst of a firework.

"Aliens are so weird. I don’t really remember the details, but the only impression of them in the database is: absolutely unbearable."

The whole [Perfect] family, young and old, was on the road, as anxious as people rushing home for Spring Festival.

They advanced through the starry sky in groups of three, each group separated by tens of billions of kilometers, and whenever they passed life-bearing planets, they would often run into trouble.

"Does the Security Bureau have an alien life exploration project? If you do, you can just shut it down and throw all that funding into our Spirit Beasts’ meal budget..."

Ansheng looked at the Security Bureau speechlessly as he spoke.

Sharkshark’s meaning was very clear: it forgot the earlier parts, forgot the middle parts, but anyway, every time they encountered alien life, the contact always ended in a fight.

Then the big Perfect in front would turn around, deliver a single kick, and drag the kids along to continue the journey.

No wonder the universe is full of Spiritual Particles, but no one’s ever heard of aliens.

Turns out Blue Star produced a bunch of hundred-ton kings, roaming the cosmos running over everything, playing planetary bumper cars.

Feng Wenyu: "......"

Alien life exploration project? There should be one, right? But how the hell are they supposed to write that into the archives.....

Just say, our ancestral ultimate technique on Blue Star is overloaded bumper cars and cutting the grass down to the roots?

"Does a new Miracle really exist?" Unos suddenly spoke, asking Sharkshark.

Compared to the rather explosive planet-destroyer legend, Unos was actually more interested in the newborn Miracle.

The extinction of alien life had happened who knows how many billions of years ago; forget traces of civilization, by now those planets might have already turned into poop, excreted by the Perfect, fossilized, and floating out in the universe.

The truly important things were the object that made the [Miracle] feel regret, and..... the newborn Miracle.

"I don’t know!"

Sharkshark shrugged at that, once again wearing a completely matter-of-course expression as it said:

"But I believe the newborn Miracle definitely and inevitably exists, because this was Lord Miracle’s dying decree....."

"The newborn Lord Miracle will surely lead us once again onto the road of conquering the stars, to take back everything we once lost. We are the road signs!"

The [Miracle] was the greatest and wisest lifeform among the blue life tribe.

It had no need to lie; its very existence was the supreme symbol and totem of the blue life tribe.

"Then.... do you think he looks like the newborn Miracle?" Unos walked up to Master Fuli, picked him up, and held him in front of Sharkshark, asking curiously.

"?"

Holding a can of cola, Ansheng’s face darkened as he looked at Unos, who was holding him, and complained, "Do I, of all people, look like a First Epoch Life?"

Although Sharkshark’s wording was vague, it more or less filled in some of the missing intel about Right-Hand’s body.

Blue Star was like a flowerbed, and within it existed some unknown-form "super hormone," or, in other words, a relic item from the First Epoch.

Obtaining it or using it would allow one to super-evolve into the newborn Miracle Sharkshark mentioned.

That thing belonged to the First Epoch, because that flashy dragon crew never mentioned any super hormone on Blue Star.

Only in the accounts of First Epoch Life could you hear them talk about that unknown object.

"Uh..."

Looking at Master Fuli, who had been lifted in front of it, Sharkshark looked troubled as it glanced around, as if personally experiencing the hardship and helplessness of corporate survival, and muttered weakly:

"Master Fuli might be, I guess? But the odds of Master Fuli being it are not very high..."

"The Miracle’s form is extremely huge. Master Fuli’s size is a bit off, but Master Fuli is indeed also very majestic and towering, of course...."

Between betraying the glory of its tribe and offending the new boss, Sharkshark, looking utterly aggrieved, chose to sacrifice its own spiky little head.

"You’re just spilling all this—aren’t you worried we’ll kill the Miracle ahead of time?" Unos frowned and turned around to put Master Fuli back on the chair.

"You can’t kill it!" Sharkshark said with full confidence as it looked at Unos. "If the Miracle can be killed, then it absolutely cannot be the newborn Miracle. I’m absolutely sure of that!"

"You can’t even kill me, so how could you possibly kill a Life Blueprint that’s already.... already what again?"

As soon as the words left Sharkshark’s mouth, the whole shark froze. It subconsciously folded its arms and pondered, "I’ve forgotten..."