Chapter 1333: Chapter 348: The Path of Breaking the Cocoon, The Way of Ascension

Compared to them, we are too weak.

But we have never given up on the road to climbing the Peak.

Since we can’t compete in wisdom, let’s evolve absolute crushing Strength.

In endless confrontation, the development of the tribe falls into a death vortex, once again facing a crisis of extermination.

The tribe splits into different directions of Evolution, all to find a way to defeat the enemy.

Until one Insect King proposed the "parasitism theory," using the Strength of the strong enemy to defeat the strong enemy.

The first batch of experimenters paid a painful price.

Tribesmen are crushed within the host’s flesh by the immune system, unable to effectively parasitize.

But with continuous attempts, we still found the knack for parasitism.

We learned to parasitize in the gaps of the nervous system, like vines clinging to the trunk, borrowing the host’s physical movement.

When the first parasitized Intelligent Creature lifted its longbow and shot an arrow that hit the heart of its kin accurately, we saw fear in the eyes of Intelligent Creatures for the first time.

As it turns out, for advanced Intelligent Creatures, emotions are a sharper weapon than pain.

Evolution accelerated in the bloody years that followed.

We no longer persist in forging harder shells. To parasitize better, let ourselves become as thin as hairs, capable of easily penetrating skin, bones, even armor gaps.

The parasitized host retains complete memory and Skills but is Controlled by our consciousness at crucial moments, like a puppet on strings.

The silent infiltration plan is brewing.

Their esteemed friends, still laughing and discussing the future one second, will stab a poisoned Dagger into their brains the next.

An experienced Hunter will lead the entire tribe into the trap we’ve set.

This "using a Sword to kill" tactic is a hundred times more efficient than Barbaric Force, yet it thoroughly reduces us to the Evil Worms in the mouths of Intelligent Creatures.

But this is not enough.

The parasitized host will inevitably die, the rot of flesh will cause us to lose our warm bed.

Thus, the tribe began researching preservation techniques.

We secrete special mucus that can keep the dead body active, with nerve endings never Withering under the nourishment of the mucus.

When the first corpse of Intelligent Creatures encased in mucus appears as a "resurrection," we see the enemy’s collapse.

Because besides facing us, they face their fellow beings they perceive as desecrated.

The even more critical breakthrough stems from an accidental fusion.

With the parasitized body already damaged, the tribesmen came up with a bold idea: trying to fuse two damaged bodies and continue using them.

This idea was proven feasible after countless experiments.

Two completely different Life characteristics reached a temporary balance in the mucus.

The Insect Kings realized that flesh and remnants need not only serve as hosts but can be pieced together and recombined like building blocks.

Thus, the era of sewn bodies arrived.

We graft the heads of Intelligent Creatures onto the bodies of other species, combining different life structures to craft more powerful sewn bodies.

But this process is extremely difficult.

Every splicing is a provocation to "natural Life."

Sewn Life is severely unstable, always experiencing phenomena of mutual rejection.

Causing sewn bodies to suddenly turn into a foul-smelling sludge or suddenly explode in combat.

Yet, the technology of sewn bodies is rapidly advancing.

Through this technology, we tread on the fear of Intelligent Creatures and step by step ascend to the pinnacle of the Small World.

Our Strength has never been a metamorphosis achieved overnight but is etched into the genes through every struggle, making every inch of growth of later generations stand on the steps paved by the predecessor’s Life.

With this, we became the rulers of the Blood Stone World.

The inquiry issued by the first ancestor to gain Spiritual Wisdom receives a response at this moment.

We’ve successfully stood at the end that haunted the ancestral spirit: the top of the food chain.

But this is only what we self-proclaimed as "Eternal"; new crises have silently taken root, fermenting under the catalysis of time.

It is the eighth century of becoming the world’s rulers.

The tribe’s numbers have swollen to cover every inch of land in the Small World.

Newly spawned insect eggs crawl out from the soil, the antennae just reaching the surface begin to tear each other apart.

Even the most barren decaying soil has been gnawed away, leaving the only energy for incubation as the bodies of fellow beings.

We once believed "Life fusion technology" could solve all problems.

But when the last remnants of Intelligent Creatures are pieced into the sewn bodies, we then realize this conquered world had long turned into a shell in ceaseless consumption.

The earth lost the veins of Energy Flow, splitting into web-like ravines.

The light of the sky grows dimmer and even Energy turbulence becomes thin.

The world is withering.

The Insect Kings feel fear because of this.

We can sew bodies but cannot patch the collapsing earth, can Control hosts but cannot prevent the last wisp of Energy in the air from being drained.

The youngest tribesmen die in droves; they are not born with sufficient Energy to maintain the hardness of their shells, shattering at a mere touch.

The consciousness network of the tribe is filled with unprecedented despair.

We’ve stood at the top of the food chain only to find the Peak is sinking into the bottomless Abyss.

Just as we fall into despair over this, a turning point appears.

Tribesmen found the answer to solve the problem in a ruin left by Intelligent Creatures.

A vast amount of knowledge is stored there.

Among it, records about the "source of the world."