This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 519 Evolution

Chapter 519: Chapter 519 Evolution

"Sometimes I really envy the residents of Ideal City... they’re born with a silver spoon in their mouths and have plenty of time to do nothing, while it seems like I’ve been doing one thing or another since the moment I was born."

As evening fell on Highway Town’s inn.

Watching the tourists from Ideal City, Zhou Nan took a sip of his fragrant beer and couldn’t help but express his sentiment.

He could tell right away where those people were from.

Their distinctive air made them even easier to recognize than those in blue jackets and the androids.

Sitting across from him, Sun Shiqi smiled.

"What’s the envy? You might as well envy those from two hundred years ago. Back then, not only did they have time to idle away, but they also had the leisure to plan our futures."

"Plan our futures?"

"Put another way, speculate on the future."

"Hahaha."

Laughter dispelled the melancholy.

Sun Shiqi clinked glasses with his drinking companion.

Having made a small fortune in the steel trade, he could no longer be considered a merchant, but rather a factory owner in the Alliance, with most of his fortune poured into the Alliance’s industries.

If it weren’t for his past merchant status and not being trusted by the Frost Spear Tribe, who were once refugees, the woman who kept rejecting his proposals might have already become a part of his household tied to the Alliance.

However, it must be said that although optimistic about the Alliance’s future, he had made these decisions with some determination.

Long ago, he carried a certain "original sin" in his heart; he feared the Alliance’s managers would send loyal Guards Corps to silence him when they learned he knew the truth that silver coins were originally just a pile of game currency.

Later, he realized his worries were completely unnecessary.

That person simply didn’t care.

After all, what would it matter if they knew?

Would people stop eating rice watered with manure upon learning where the fertilizer came from?

In the entire River Valley Province, no one doubted the value of silver coins anymore, even the scavengers on the edge of the Grand Canyon recognized it.

Especially recently, when the wholesale trading price of corn officially fell below the 1 silver coin mark, pushed down to 0.9 by the influx of autumn grain from Falling Leaves Province.

And just a year ago, the number was 1.5, even the cheapest green wheat and horned potatoes had never been so cheap!

Now residents of City of Dawn not only ate well, steaming, boiling, frying their food, but they even had leftover food to feed pigs and cows. The bar at the Highway Town inn even added a new kind of corn wine, produced by the residents of the refuge.

But that drink was too strong, burning the throat, and aside from the fashion-conscious and the refugees themselves, there weren’t many who really liked to drink it.

"Speaking of which, there’s another celebration coming up."

"Isn’t that a good thing?"

"If there’s a celebration every day, who’s going to do the work?" Zhou Nan looked worried, "Your factory will have to close for it, right?"

Sun Shiqi said with a laugh.

"It doesn’t matter, we’re not closing every day. The last celebration was many months ago. I’ve heard that during the Human Alliance Era, there were over a hundred holidays a year, and the Alliance has only around four or five so far, so it’s really not that bad."

Zhou Nan shook his head.

"But that’s different, isn’t it? The productivity and efficiency of the Human Alliance Era is incomparable to now. They wouldn’t starve even if they didn’t work."

Sun Shiqi spoke languidly.

"You’re right and you’re wrong. Though the Alliance’s productivity isn’t very high, it’s definitely not weak. We can certainly afford a few celebrations. Here we don’t have the cumbersome bureaucracy, nor do we have the nobility that need supporting. If we tighten our belts to get by, no one benefits, and the things produced must be used to have any meaning, right? Are we supposed to force them onto the scholars doing research at the Academy, like the Academy itself does?"

He chuckled at his own words.

"It’s a pity that even if the Alliance wants to grant academic privileges, there aren’t that many scholars to privilege. Better to give the Residents more holidays; let everyone have a bit of fun, spend their wages and such. That way, both factories and shops will be happy, and they will be too."

Isn’t the whole point of living just to be happy?

People with furrowed brows and troubled looks aren’t likely to achieve great things; and if they do, they’re likely to give everyone around them a huge scare.

"I still think being so extravagant right from the start isn’t very wise... even if they want to do something nice for the Residents, I think maybe waiting a bit—or perhaps—"

Sun Shiqi shook his head.

"The things you wait for will never come."

"And what about the future? Even if there are no nobles now, there will be in the future. Isn’t Giant Stone City the best example? The original Residents of the Inner City were all supporters of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, but now, who still remembers what that committee was supposed to do?"

To prove that his logic was sound, Zhou Nan tried to find some evidence, and Giant Stone City was undoubtedly the best example. It was said that a century and a half ago, a group of noble survivors lived there too; if they hadn’t opened the gates of the great wall, there wouldn’t be an Outer City today.

What difference is there with the Alliance then?

Mayor Luka was probably too old to reproduce, and likely wouldn’t have descendants. Old Charlie, as he had heard, was an old icicle; men of that era were mostly progressive in their thinking and probably wouldn’t want their children to suffer on the Wasteland.

But there would always be others.

The First Army Corps’ Commander Wrench, the Second Corps’ Commander Liuding—those men were in their prime, not only capable but having come through real battles with real weapons.

Their loyalty might have never been to the Alliance from the start but to the Manager personally. It’s hard to say how far their ideals would go, and how far their children would follow them.

Sun Shiqi knew what he wanted to say with his hesitancy, but he only grinned nonchalantly.

"Let’s worry about the future when it comes; our Manager isn’t even old yet."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Nan was taken aback and let out a laugh.

"Good grief... have you already started seeing yourself as one of the Alliance people?"

No wonder this guy always spoke in favor of the Alliance!

Sun Shiqi said proudly,

"Otherwise what? If not for the Alliance, I would probably still be transporting food for the Slave Owners and brokers in Red River Town, playing their Red Note and Blue Note futures games. Since I bought my first warehouse here, I decided to become a Resident of the Alliance."

That was something to think about.

Initially, he bought a warehouse in City of Dawn, planning to stock up on food in the fall, then buy a few trucks to take over the Alliance’s trade route to Red River Town, becoming the largest mineral and grain merchant on the Wasteland.

But not long after, the war between the Alliance and the Army broke out; masses of refuge Residents took up arms and joined the battlefield, causing a sudden surge in steel and copper demand and presenting him with a new business opportunity. Thus, he immediately opened a steel mill next to the mines in Qingstone County.

His hometown, however, hadn’t changed a bit, still the same old place.

Recently, he heard Red River Town had been renamed to the Red River Alliance, but after pondering it, he realized it was just a change of name—the same old practices remained.

Ever since the Alliance pulled a fast one on those arrogant folks during the copper ore trade, he realized those wealthy Slave Owners weren’t smart, just a bunch of fat pigs lucky to be lying atop a pile of treasure. Sadly, their prized treasure would soon be worthless.

Since the railway from Qingquan City to West State City was completed, the Alliance’s coal, copper, iron, sulfur, and so on weren’t just self-sufficient but could even be exported.

It had been a while since he last procured goods from that junkyard.

"...Speaking of which, my friend, why the gloomy face? Are you facing some difficulties?" Sun Shiqi said, looking at Zhou Nan with a concerned gaze.

Zhou Nan hesitated, let out a sigh, and put down his beer mug.

"Ah, there’s been some trouble back at home; I might have to go back for a bit."

Sun Shiqi remembered that he came from the Brocade River Province, from a place called Town Of Hope.

"What happened?"

"Nago."

"What?"

Seeing Sun Shiqi’s puzzled face, Zhou Nan explained.

"A substance more effective than Spirit Leaf, much like Hallucinogenic Mushrooms, it can make you see a world of bizarre lights and shapes. However, it doesn’t weaken the person; on the contrary... it helps you adapt to the weakness."

"What do you mean?"

"For instance... if you were sick, you should be lying weakly in bed to rest, but now you’ve eaten Nago, the virus isn’t cured, yet it integrates with you, reaches a compromise, making you stronger. From then on, fever or pain won’t bother you; instead, they transform into pleasure... and in this process, you become stronger."

"Pleasure?!"

"Twisted, isn’t it?" Looking at his drinking buddy, speechless in shock, Zhou Nan sighed, "Only equally twisted Mutants are unaffected by the side effects. Those green-skinned guys not only love eating that stuff but also become more excited, enhancing both their killing and reproductive urges."

This rotten thing, why not just avoid eating it?

Suddenly, Sun Shiqi seemed to realize something.

"Could it be..."

"Yes, it’s addictive."

Reading his expression, Zhou Nan nodded.

"...And it isn’t a minor addiction like tobacco or Spirit Leaves; it’s a physical dependency you can’t do without. Once you stop consuming it, the virus that has made peace with your body will rapidly overwhelm you, and the process will no longer be pleasurable... but excruciatingly painful. However, that’s not the worst part—the lands where it’s grown will turn green, and so will the excrement of animals that have eaten it."

Green...

Sun Shiqi’s Adam’s apple moved, and he took a sip of beer to moisten his throat.

"Weeds?"

"It’s not that," Zhou Nan lowered his voice, "It’s a visible green... like a plague, once it contaminates the soil, it will slowly become capable of only growing that thing, and people and animals will gradually become dependent on it. No one knows why, only that it comes from the South, from the Death Coast. Some even say it’s from the farther Southern Islands."

Incredulous, Sun Shiqi said,

"How could anyone grow such a thing... have those farmers lost their minds?"

Zhou Nan shook his head with a wry smile.

"They don’t have a choice... You’ve noticed too, haven’t you? Since the railway reached Falling Leaves City, grains aren’t worth much anymore."

...

The First Hospital of Dawn City.

Fang Chang, waiting anxiously outside the operating room, paced back and forth, his emotions a mixture of nervousness and apprehension.

Just then, the door beside him suddenly opened. He immediately approached it and came face to face with a doctor wearing a surgical mask who had emerged.

"Doctor—"

Anticipating his question, the doctor replied proficiently.

"The operation was very successful, but it’s best not to engage in strenuous activities over the next few days to avoid impacting post-operative recovery. As for diet, limit spicy and oily food, and if possible, eat more meat..."

As the doctor went on, Fang Chang turned on the VM recording feature and earnestly memorized everything.

"I’ve got it."

The doctor gave him an extra glance.

There were many residents of the refuge who came here for surgery, especially the residents of Shelter No. 404, some of them even regular patients. Those guys never took his advice to heart, and there were even unlucky ones who ended up bleeding profusely and were carried back on the same day.

But then he understood.

Maybe it’s because the person who had surgery wasn’t him...

The doctor patted Fang Chang’s shoulder and left for his next shift. Fang Chang quickly entered the operating room and looked at Dolly sitting on the operating table, her eyes dazed.

She wore a thin shirt, having just woken from anesthesia, still not quite clear-headed, and stared blankly at the mirror held by the nurse.

Looking at her arm, as smooth as porcelain on the left side, she cautiously reached out, as if afraid to break it, and gently pinched it.

The touch felt as if it were truly soft, and its temperature matched that of body warmth, without even a hint of a seam visible on the shoulder.

It seemed just like a real one!

Including the left eye...

Tears brimmed her eyes, moistening the corners, as she sniffed lightly, covering her nose and mouth with her right hand and sobbing uncontrollably.

After being "discarded" by the Dragon Blood Potion, she had never imagined that one day she could live like a normal person again, without carrying the weighty burden of steel like shackles, and without feeling inferior because of the strangeness of her body and the different looks in other people’s eyes...

"It’s very beautiful," said the nurse holding the mirror, with an envious expression on her face.

Only now and then would someone bring a biomechanical prosthetic from Ideal City to this place for assembly, but most of the residents of the refuge would pursue functionality, strength, and a distinctive appearance.

Rarely would anyone put comfort and aesthetics as their top priority.

"It feels... as if it’s been custom-made just for you."

"Mm..."

Her pale, tender face blushed slightly as Dolly raised her arm to gently dab away the tears at the corner of her eyes.

With the support of the nurse, she got out of the hospital bed and slipped her shoes back on, just in time to see Manager Fang at the door.

The silent Manager Fang asked with concern,

"Won’t you lie down for a little longer?"

Looking at her anxious boyfriend, the nurse smiled and replied for the "patient" beside her.

"It’s just a minor operation. If she wants to lie down for a while, she could go to the next room, but she’s recovering quite well. She can just go back and rest."

This was life in the Wasteland after all.

Even getting an arm replaced was considered a small operation.

Thinking about his own reality, where even getting a tooth pulled meant lingering at the hospital for a while, Fang Chang felt a bit embarrassed. But he was not at ease just going back like this and so he looked at Dolly with concern.

Seeing the worry in his eyes, Dolly blushed and nodded her head, mumbling with her lips.

"I’m fine... Let’s go back."

"If you feel any discomfort at all, you must tell me," Manager Fang said earnestly, "By the way, does it feel like a good fit?"

"It feels... as if it’s grown from my body," Dolly said, looking at Fang Chang with confusion, "But how did you know the size of my arm?"

Her previous mechanical arm was anything but symmetric, as the left was slightly longer than the right, but this one not only matched in length but also was identical in color.

And she hadn’t seen him take any measurements.

Had he secretly taken them while she was asleep?

"It’s not necessary to use a ruler," Fang Chang said with a smile at his puzzled girlfriend, "You forgot, we’ve compared hand sizes before."

Dolly’s eyes widened in surprise.

"That works?"

"Mm, looks like I didn’t remember wrong."

"But we never compared arms..."

Looking at those still puzzled and confused eyes, Fang Chang coughed lightly.

"...Do we have to talk about that here?"

Dolly paused for a moment.

At first, she didn’t understand, but when she met his eyes, playful with a hint of mischief, she immediately realized, and her cheeks flushed red as apples.

Angrily, she bumped his annoying face with her forehead, then bit his shoulder petulantly to release her frustration.

"Ugh... are you a cat? Always ready to bite."

Although she didn’t bite very hard, Fang Chang still cooperatively made a grimacing expression to let her vent.

Dolly felt embarrassed for potentially hurting him, so she reluctantly released her bite and let out a gentle hum, blushing as she averted her gaze.

"Who needs your... bad intentions."

Fang Chang put on an innocent face.

"I didn’t say anything... but why did you suddenly bite me?"

"You... you know exactly why!"

She shyly lowered her head and, after a moment, she hesitantly whispered in embarrassment,

"Thank you..."

Fang Chang smiled and said,

"No need to thank me."

Seeing how Dolly had openly accepted the gift, he actually breathed a sigh of relief.

He wouldn’t tell her why he felt anxious outside the operating room.

Beyond worrying about the one in a million chance of an accident during surgery, he also worried that she might overthink this special gift.

For instance, misunderstanding that he was repelled by the smell of machine oil on her.

He had never cared about such trivial matters, thinking only that the mechanical arm was too heavy... It was fine for Wild Wind, that rough old man, but for her slight frame, wearing it every day was simply suffering. If he had found a suitable replacement earlier and didn’t need time to customize it, he would’ve changed it for her long ago.

"I need it!" Dolly said seriously, looking at him as she quietly asked, "Tell me honestly... how much did you spend?"

Fang Chang looked at her helplessly.

"Why ask that? You’re not planning to pay me back, are you?"

"Uh-huh!" Dolly nodded vigorously, seriously saying, "I... I have a job too... Even though my salary isn’t that high, I’ll work hard!"

Seeing her serious eyes, Fang Chang knew she wasn’t joking or being polite, and he also felt a headache coming on.

Honestly, this was more troublesome than the misunderstanding he had been worried about.

Even if he pretended to be nonchalant and described the process in a downplayed manner, it would be hard to change the fact that this gift was excessively valuable.

It’s not as simple as a scarf or a meal; it was an item not even purchasable with hundreds of thousands in chips.

For some people, it might not mean much.

But for Dolly, it was completely different.

What had sustained her to this point wasn’t non-existent family members, but her pride... In the deepest part of her heart, that might be the only thing she had left.

She wouldn’t hesitate to accept payment for buying information, even if it meant charging clients a hefty fee... That was her way of making a living, the fruits of her labor, and she had never been shy when later demanding her salary and bonuses from Halso at the newspaper.

But if the gift was out of pity, she would accept it graciously, yet she would find another way to return it.

He could feel her inner sensitivity and turmoil, especially after learning his true identity.

And what he feared most was precisely this—that she might perceive this overly valuable gift as an act of pity or charity.

He had no such intention, and he certainly didn’t want her to feel indebted to him, always trying to repay this "favor."

Unbalanced relations could one day become unstable under one side’s excessive care and caution. He didn’t believe she owed him anything.

"Look, I said it’s a gift that wasn’t easy to find... Talking about money ruins the sentiment," Fang Chang said with a troubled look on his face, his mind racing for solutions.

"But—"

"Alright," his gaze fell on the mechanical arm beside the operating table, and a sudden thought struck him, a smile spreading across his face, "that thing... from now on, it’s mine."

"That?" Dolly looked at the mechanical arm dumbfounded, her voice lacking confidence as she spoke, "How could that... possibly be the same as this one."

Even though she had never been to Ideal City, she could guess, one was something that even a small mountain of chips couldn’t buy, the other was mass-produced by Huge Rock Military Industry.

"Indeed," he stroked his chin thoughtfully and nodded in agreement with her, "One is something you can buy with a bunch of points, the other is a limited edition prop filled with countless memories... In my eyes, the latter is far more precious than the former."

"...Precious?"

"Yes, after all, it helped you through a long time, life would be very inconvenient without it, wouldn’t it?"

Watching Dolly, who was completely baffled, he reached out and touched her head, his face showing a gentle smile.

"You might not understand this very well, but that’s okay. I just want to say that whether it’s pleasant memories or painful ones... your past, present, and future, I plan to take them all, and to me, that is the most precious thing."

Her eyes gradually misted with emotion, and although the nurse standing by didn’t want to disturb their moment, she had to prepare for the next surgery.

With a gentle cough, she reminded him with a smile and a friendly tone.

"Sir... how much longer do you plan to stay here?"

Realizing he was still in the operating room, Fang Chang smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry, I’ll take her and leave right now."

Dolly’s face also turned unconsciously red, half out of embarrassment, half because she felt apologetic for interrupting others at work.

She tugged gently at Fang Chang’s sleeve and said softly,

"Let’s go."

They left the ward in a hurry.

Just as Fang Chang was pondering where to go next, he suddenly saw a familiar face coming towards him.

"Falling Feather?"

Hearing his name called, Falling Feather stopped and looked over at them, his normally serious face showing surprise.

"Ah, Fang Chang... you’re back already?"

"Yeah, I just got back," Fang Chang smiled, taking Dolly’s small hand and introducing her, "This is Dolly, my girlfriend."

Dolly nodded politely.

"Hello."

"Ah, hello," Falling Feather responded with a pleasant smile, albeit with some distraction, and greeted them in the not-so-fluent language of the Human Alliance, then turned to Fang Chang, "Speaking of which, have you seen Xiaoyu?"

"Xiaoyu?" Fang Chang was slightly startled, "What... happened to it?"

"I don’t know," Falling Feather shook his head, looking puzzled, "It suddenly got a fever yesterday, so I brought it here, and the doctors here didn’t know what to do, so they called the research team. Then a researcher came and said something about hospital observation... Anyway, they told me to come back today, but I’ve been looking all day and haven’t found that NPC."

"Could they be busy?"

"Maybe... I hope it’s not another BUG."

When it came to BUGs, Falling Feather looked utterly distressed.

He felt like the server was targeting him, that he was running into every kind of BUG there was.

Fang Chang looked at him sympathetically.

"Do you need my help?"

"... No, no," Falling Feather shook his head like a rattle-drum, "Don’t mind me, I’ll look on my own, you two go about your business."

With that, he walked toward the nearby office, muttering to himself, planning to ask a familiar doctor for updates.

Coincidentally, at that moment, a group from the Guards Corps came by and also entered that office, and then they took him to another place.

The person leading them was someone Fang Chang knew.

It was that young man named Lu Bei who often followed Chu Guang.

That invisible gossip antenna above his head moved, and the reporter’s intuition made Dolly feel that things were not so simple, so she curiously looked at Fang Chang beside her.

"What’s happened?"

Fang Chang wore a subtly expressive face.

"Perhaps... a hidden mission has been triggered?"

"Hidden mission?"

"That has nothing to do with us," Fang Chang softly pinched her hand and continued, "Let’s go, time for dinner."

...

Shelter No. 404.

The warehouse on Floor B3.

A fully-armed Chu Guang was frowning deeply as he stared at the bizarrely shaped creature in front of him.

It resembled an overdeveloped humanoid, its conical skirt fused with the floor, and behind it fluttered numerous slender tendrils, just like Medusa’s hair.

And even more astonishing was the fact that it had transformed from its original appearance to this state in just one night...

"...Ee-woh."

The voice was weak, creating a stark contrast with its strong physique.

Watching the dancing tendrils advancing forward, the guards surrounding Chu Guang all showed nervous expressions, gripping their weapons tightly.

If this creature dared to threaten their supreme leader, they would not hesitate to open fire and kill it.

Chu Guang, however, raised his hand, signaling them to lower their guns and step back.

Perhaps because he was the first person it saw after being born, there remained in its memory a trust in him, believing he would not harm it without reason.

He could feel that the weak voice did not contain any threat, but was merely seeking help.

Chu Guang looked towards Heya standing aside.

"...What does evolution mean?"

"From the mother body to the transition towards the lair!"

Unlike the soldiers, Heya was not only unafraid, her slightly trembling voice was laced with a hint of excitement and agitation, her clenched fists sweating.

At that moment, her image was just like that of a classic villain in a Hollywood blockbuster—a deranged scientist obsessed with biological experiments.

Even Chu Guang couldn’t help but look at her twice.

If this were a story, this character’s fate wouldn’t be too good.

Oblivious to Chu Guang’s odd gaze, Heya continued with a fervent tone.

"...I don’t know if the Academy, corporations, and others have done similar research, but this is the first time for us! You may not realize what this means... We are going to witness the entire process in which the mother of the ’Mutated slime fungus’ develops from its early stages to maturity and then transitions to the lair!"

As she spoke, she droned on with many obscure technical terms.

It sounded like a witch’s incantation, and Chu Guang could not understand at all what she was saying.

Although he trusted her expertise, he nevertheless interrupted her, looking earnestly into her enthusiastic eyes, and spoke deliberately.

"Right now, I only want to know two things: what will happen if we leave it alone, and if we want to do something, how we should control the situation."

He didn’t want the B3 floor of the shelter to become like Floor B6; one such accident was enough, and there were quite a few player cultivation chambers here.

Heya took a deep breath, regaining some of her usual composure.

"Sorry, I got a little too excited just now... To answer your question, leaving it alone would mean letting it evolve independently."

"As for how to control the situation... I don’t know what would count as having control, but we do have ways to interfere with the process of evolution. There are two options; regardless of which you choose, there’s an element of gamble involved... It depends on what kind of outcome you’re looking for."

Chu Guang immediately asked.

"What is independent evolution?"

Heya’s reply was succinct.

"Without any interference, it will develop on its own, just like most lairs do. First, it will enter a very long dormant period, during which it will slowly morph into a new life form. The advantage is that we can collect some interesting data, but the downside is that the outcome is uncontrollable. It may not even remember what happened before."

Chu Guang asked, puzzled.

"Why is that?"

Heya answered briefly.

"There is no particular reason; this is a hypothesis I’ve formed based on data collected previously, including from the records of experiments on Floor B6. Just like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly, most cells during the pupal stage dissolve into nutrients that feed the adult’s cells... The transformation of a host into a lair is similar. This is an inevitable life process it must go through, sacrificing its former self to forge a stronger self."

Chu Guang frowned.

"What about interference?"

"Borrow the pupa," Heya answered crisply. "In plain language, let it consume that lair on Floor B6 that has already passed through the pupal phase. It would be as if that guy had completed the journey that was meant for it."

Chu Guang was momentarily stunned.

"Is such a thing possible?"

"Of course, it is. Mutated slime fungus are just like that; they consume everything, extracting genetic secrets to decode, and that certainly includes their own kind."

After a pause, Heya continued seriously.

"However, there are risks involved. The probability of being consumed is not negligible, and it’s quite high. After all, having an infant who has just learned to walk defeat an old monster that has lived for who knows how many years is difficult, you understand? Even if we could help it with concentration inhibitors and so on, it’s not an easy task... I’ve tried to explain it in terms you would understand; try to grasp it."

"I understand," Chu Guang turned to look at Xiaoyu, asking in a grave tone, "Which option has a slightly higher probability of it retaining its sense of self?"

If it lost its memory and self in the process of evolution, then Falling Feather’s efforts over this period would probably have been in vain.

At least, that’s how Chu Guang saw it.

The reason he was willing to take certain risks, allowing Falling Feather to move about freely with Xiaoyu, was not because he had leisure time to spare, but because he needed a variant of the mutated slime fungus that could understand humans and see them as companions rather than prey.

If this species couldn’t be eradicated from nature, then the next step was to try domesticating them.

This was not an impossibility.

Before dogs were domesticated, they were also competitors with humans on the food chain.

Looking at the earnest Chu Guang, Heya sighed.

"I can’t give you an exact probability for something that’s never happened before. If only that white pigeon... the guy from Lost Valley, were here, he would probably be very experienced. But it’s probably too late to look for him now."

"And even if we did find him, he might not be willing to help us." Chu Guang turned his gaze to Xiaoyu.

He could sense its confusion about its own condition, as well as its desire to retain its sense of self.

However, according to Heya, both choices were a gamble, and neither had a very high probability of success.

At that moment, a guard in an exoskeleton walked up to him with long, brisk strides, nodding slightly with his right fist against his chest.

"Manager, sir."

"We’ve brought the person you were looking for."

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