The devil's root that has fallen into bad luck is honest, and the damage to the body is secondary, and the most important thing is that it has lost its fruit - this is really dead......

Previously, I did think too much. The river wasn't meant for it, it was a derivative that was severed. If you lose the connection with the subject, you will lose the energy supply of the subject, and it will only be a matter of time before you completely wither. To delay the withering, rivers appeared.

Mortally injured and unable to struggle, Mogen huddled in the corner, finally having time to think calmly. For example, how did that bad cat lure the tributaries out of the Sea of Magic?

Even if you suffer from it, you have to exclaim - what a means! It would be better if it were not for oneself to bear such means. Compared to the bad cat, his understanding of the magic sea is too shallow.

For it, the Sea of Mana was just a springboard for power, and it — never felt like it belonged there. But that's clearly not the case with the bad cat, which sees itself as one of them.

It's really crazy, maybe the black cat is really broken. Crazy thoughts, crazy actions, and crazy results—those tributaries actually responded to it. Although the response was somewhat reluctant, it was enough to dig a hole for people......

Now it finally understood one thing, that bad cat was no longer a living being. The Sea of Magic is. This world limits the power of that bad cat. If you can't defeat it in this world, then even if you hide in the sea of magic, you may not be able to escape.

Since there is no hope of escape, the only way to do this is to make long-term plans.

The demon root sighed weakly, the black cat that lacked virtue would really fall into the well. Just because of a few curses, let it incur unpaid debts.

The way to repay the debt is this flesh and blood.

Fortunately, the bad cat showed a rare hint of generosity - let it not rush and take its time......

Maybe it's really like the bad cat said, everything is fate.

Fate sends itself to the bad cat, allowing itself to make one mistake after another, so that everything can no longer be changed and irretrievable.

......

Licking the wounds that seemed to have healed, and looking at the derivatives running around in front of him, the demon root suddenly had a strong desire to devour.

These originally belonged to it, and as long as they were devoured back, they could recover some. But—it didn't dare. Because - the black cat is very much interested in these tokens at the moment.

"Life will find its way out for itself", this is a very reasonable sentence said by the black cat. When Mogen heard this, he erected all the tentacles on his body to express his "heartfelt" approval.

There's nothing wrong with the sentence itself, but when it's about the group of derivatives in front of you, it's tasteless. It is precisely because of this that Mogen thinks that the bad cat is crazy.

Because, can these tokens also be considered complete life?

But the bad cat apparently doesn't see it that way, and it thinks that as long as it doesn't die for a while, there will always be changes. If death can be postponed long enough, it may lead to a qualitative change.

The Demon Root thinks it might as well be devoured before it deteriorates. At least, it won't be wasted......

It didn't expect that this idea would affect the tokens.

These days, those derivatives are driven by invisible forces and begin to wither as they flee. Many tokens are starting to crumble, and they are not far from completely withering.

The Demon Root watched with mixed feelings, hoping that the tokens would fall as soon as possible, and that they would hold out longer.

If it falls, it means that the bad cat is very wrong, and it has witnessed the failure of a bad cat. But if it does fall, it will inevitably need to continue to replenish.

A special derivative is the one that has the soul to free it from contradictions. It cautiously watched its surroundings, and when it was sure there was no other danger, it swooped down on the weakest one beside it.

It did what the Demon Root wanted to do, but didn't dare to do—eat!, and this behavior was soon emulated, with numerous tokens joining in the ranks of the devourers.

It is only the most rudimentary imitation, they do not prey on other kinds, they just follow.

Seeing this scene, Mogen sighed - life will find a way out for itself.

- Heh!

Under the guidance of oneself unintentionally......

Perhaps, this is the reason why the bad cat really let himself go, or maybe in the eyes of the bad cat, he is no different from these tokens.

Life will find a way out for itself, so it will too.

It stretched out its tentacles to carry the special derivative in front of it, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know who I am?"

The token shook its head desperately.

Mogen sighed, "My ——, is your father, Mogen. Your flesh and blood, your strength, all come from me. Don't be afraid, I won't really eat you. ”

Mogen tried to be kind, but the endless years had made it forget what kindness looked like. It shook the derivative that still hung on the tentacles, "Don't be misled by the fat on the surface of the flesh, it's the head and chest that are really delicious."

If you can split the skull and sternum, you're bound to find something. It doesn't matter if you can't split it, you can take them with you.

They will slowly become part of your body, a natural desire to return.

By the way, you don't have a name yet, do you?"

Looking at the derivative that was still shaking its head desperately, Mogen continued, "I give you my name, and from today your name will be Gaogen. ”

It was only then that Mogen remembered to put the little Takagen, who had just received his name, to the ground.

"A word of advice to you, don't step into that river at any time. ”

Little Takan stood there trembling, and it took a while to muster up the courage to ask, "What should I do?"

"Live, try to live......"

There are some things that Mogen doesn't say, such as finding his own way out. It was now curious to see if the derivative that could barely be counted as a mutilated life would find a way out.

So, looking for a way out it can't say. It's going to try to be an observer, like the black cat. And Gaogen's performance also gave it a glimmer of hope, a way out.

If these derivatives can become independent individuals, wouldn't they also be here—all spirits? Wouldn't it also have the opportunity to be recognized, to gain the power of all spirits?

Anything is possible, isn't it?

It's like that crazy bad cat who sees himself as part of the sea of magic and really does it.

This is a crazy world ruled by madmen, and perhaps only mad demons can survive and succeed. Change has already occurred, and Mogen believes that the bad cat will not sit idly by.

In fact, as it had guessed, some of the derivatives had souls for some reason. Like Gogan's souls, they are full of anger, madness, and despair......