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Araku is a lovely young man today. From the moment he woke up, he was destined not to spend an ordinary life. Because the place where he was born was a cave of ice and fire, even the most ridiculous horn-like holes were crawling around with poisonous insects whose names were not known.

He chunched on what was probably the most delicious newborn centipede cub he had ever eaten today, and a smile that melted snow and ice through the mossy sludge on his face.

The point I want to make is that on the third day after being born, he was about as strong as a thirty-year-old human. And after about that long, he will be so old that he will lose his front teeth.

At that time, the relationship between Arata and the food that was still "squeaking" and screaming in his mouth must be reversed.

Unless something terrible happens, a heaven-sent chance that can escape his short life will make him the luckiest boy of the entire Scorpion Rick clan.

Does such an opportunity really exist?

When a beam of purple lightning seemed to have eyes, it bypassed every corridor of the underground labyrinth where the Scorpion Lik tribe had been hiding from the world for generations, and smashed on the body of the absurd one impartially, and in the frightened and inexplicable expressions of the people, the absurd smile died, and the "delicious" in his mouth that he had not had time to swallow.

Ahara stepped into the door of another world.

When he woke up, he felt that he should be staying in the sacred place of the Scorpion Lik tribe, which was passed down by the mouth of the clan, because the surroundings were frighteningly bright, and the dazzling sun at noon gave a warm welcome to this bare-bottomed uninvited guest, and he had never seen such a bright thing in his three short lives, and he could not imagine it.

"What a lot of energy this must have!" said Araxin, "If it is used to disperse poisonous mist insects, no, I'm afraid the Scorpion King will be so frightened by its brightness that he will turn around and run away, and he won't even remember to take the new eggs in the nest with him!"

The strange perception of energy that he relied on to survive underground told him that the bright disc in the sky must be the brightest and most powerful miracle in the legend of the Scorpion Lik Sacred Land.

He subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes, and then he became accustomed to the absurdity of the dark fire in the cave and felt the absurdity of this action, because as long as he closed his eyes or turned his head, the light of the sun would not burn his eyes, and he even felt that he was lying on the ground so freely, bathed in the energy of miracles, which made him extremely comfortable. With warm skin, Huang thoroughly realized that the only legend of the Scorpion Lik clan was so true, and he was so lucky. The energy of the "miracle" poured down his limbs and into his heart,

"Hmm...... Hah!" He was finally able to fill his chest with the primordial and wild air of the desolate world, and he felt the excitement of being reborn as a human to the fullest, and after a moment of distraction, he was ready to stand up and meet his new destiny.

When the noon sun split his head and covered his face, his bronzed rough skin steamed out of a white halo, and every pore seemed to be given life out of thin air, swallowing the light of this world in a big gulp, and then turned around, dripping out a black liquid, as if the sweat glands under the skin of the whole person were staggered sewers, this liquid was dark and disgusting. He stretched out comfortably, crossed his hands behind his head, and interpreted the joy in his heart in the most comfortable way he felt.

A shrill whistle pierced the silence of the afternoon on the plain.

Immediately after that, the trumpets of "Woo woo!" and "Woo woo!" sounded, frightening the birds circling in the sky, and soon the sky was only blue clouds and the red sun, and immediately after, the sun could not be seen, and large dark clouds drifted from the southwest, like a swarm of black locusts gnawing on wheat fields, and soon the whole sky was arranged into a dark background of mountain rain.

"Roar!" came a terrifying roar from the sky, as if thousands of lions roared together to declare their territory, and frightened the wilderness into rolling on the ground, and without distinguishing between hands and feet, he got up two steps, and then sat down on the big rock beside him.

"What the hell!" "The first thing Aarashi did after waking up was to touch his face and nose, trying to make sure that the myth of immortality in the legend of the Holy Land was true, "There really aren't more wrinkles on my face than yesterday." The teeth, creaking, and still very strong. ”

It was too late for Ara to savor the new life he had picked up, "Roar!Roar!" Shocking roars came one after another, "Roar!" as if a thunderclap exploded in Ara's ears.

"Ahh

The next second he knew he was wrong, and he was very wrong.

When he saw the huge head as big as the largest altar of the Scorpion, and the dark and angry round eyes on the ugly head,

Aarashi was stunned, his whole body trembling violently, and the oppressive air around him could freeze his lungs.

The huge head fell from mid-air and slammed into the small mound not far from the desert, "Hit!" There was a loud bang, the dust flew, and the monster's head smashed the entire small mound, and then made a deep pit on the surface. When you look closely, you can see its face covered with purple hair, each hair as long as a whole leg.

Ara's eyes widened, and he didn't know if he was scared silly, or if he was awake at all but didn't know what to do. The only living memories he had were - how to catch poisonous insects to fill his stomach, having to mate with more than one female of his own race between the second and fourth days of life, bathing himself in the Sacred Pool of Irma (a relatively clean but crocodile-infested underground lake) on the sixth day, and then lying flat on the altar and offering his soul to the patron saint of the Scorpion. These are complex and precious memories, as these three events usually run through the entire life of the Scorpion.

But today, he suddenly found that the only memory he had did not match the vast sky in front of him, and he could not solve the problem he encountered in front of him: "What should I do?"

Araku suddenly experienced an indescribable emotion, anxiety, the last time he felt this way, he crawled for a long time in a deep, very damp cave, in order to catch the Scorpion King's cubs, he spent his puberty in waiting.

When the book is used, he hates less, and at this time, he regrets that he didn't give a quarter of his life to listen to the story told by the sacrificial grandmother of the same clan when she was dying.

"It's a sacred land," Grandma Sacrificial told about the Holy Land of the Scorpion Lik Clan, her wrinkled face was full of fascinated smiles, although she would loosen and fall out of a tooth every ten minutes, but who was Sacrificial Grandma? That was the noble spiritual leader of the Scorpion Lik Clan, who had a noble holy land civilization in her blood.

Although she grew old inexorably, she gazed at the statue with the most fervent eyes until the last moment of her life, "Ah!" she exhaled her last breath, her outstretched arm as if to capture something distant and mysterious, but she could not make any ripples in the damp and cold air of the Scorpion's underground cavern until the moment her dry fingers were closed.

It's too late to make more memories, because every individual of Scorpion's race is so pitiful that they don't have the days to make memories and the time to make memories.

At this time, an inspiration flashed in his mind, and he tried very hard to capture it, and in front of the huge and ugly one-eyed head, he found that there were other things in his mind that were very comfortable and exciting besides the image of the poison that had been peeled and cramped.

In this moment, in this world where he had been basking in the sun for hours without worrying that he would soon age and die, the luckiest young man of Scorpion had a mind for the first time, and he was thinking, thinking about what he should do, thinking about what to do to make himself better, instead of rummaging through the memories brought out of his mother's womb to help him live.

It was truly a very sacred day, the last mighty cyclops of the Flood Century, who witnessed the rebirth of a poor cursed race at the last moment of its life. The giant poured all his resentment against humanity into the fire of his soul that had not yet been extinguished, and this gloomy flame with a terrifying aura of death converged into its half-faced, one-eyed.

He looked at the giant's one-eyed and shuddered.