The message that the groove mole rat instilled in me was actually quite simple.

From its point of view, there are three sentences in total.

I am God.

God is bored.

Please me.

It's like the video games that humans would play before the end of the world.

When four-dimensional creatures are bored, they will also have some fun for themselves.

And Green Star, which is where the mole finds fun, is tantamount to a game world in his eyes.

The difference is that instead of choosing to be a player, it becomes an administrator.

Through the way of some four-dimensional beings, it became the collective consciousness of the entire Green Star, that is, the Gaia consciousness.

And the body of this 'mole' is nothing more than the embodiment of its consciousness on the green star.

The so-called handbook holders are nothing more than actors it picks to please themselves, oh no, clowns.

It's not even the first time.

The "Zombie Survival Manual" I have is not for me, but for the 'savior' who is in a desperate situation.

Even I am for the 'Savior'.

According to the plot it arranged, I was supposed to be shot to death by a team of well-armed humans at the door of the Horefour supermarket in Zhende Town two days after awakening my wisdom.

A few days later, the Savior was hunted down by Ren Zhan to Zhende Town.

Use my blood to turn into a zombie, and then obtain the "Zombie Survival Manual", and then delay the effect of the serum, and become a real 'savior' with both human and zombie manuals, and finally end this apocalypse.

Unexpectedly, because it gave the manual to Winston prematurely, by accident, I obtained it, and rewrote all the futures.

"You son of the beach."

Even if I only had my head left, I couldn't help but spit on the ground.

Sure enough, as Wang Chuzhi said, whether it is a human, a zombie, or an animal or plant, to it, it is just a delicate-looking stickman.

"Watch your words, zombies."

The mole shook his head and said, "That's not the point, I have an endless lifespan relative to you.

What racial entanglements, love and hatred; What prosperity and vicissitudes of life are nothing but insignificant green smoke to me.

After a trace of the wind of time and space, it disappeared, and it is not enough to talk about.

If it weren't for the fact that one of my unruly clansmen was trying to disrupt the game and ruin my game, I wouldn't have bothered to talk this nonsense to you.

Green Star is a lot of fun, and I can't bear to play this field, but for some divine reasons, I can't interfere, so you have to be the 'savior' now.

Well, that's all I can tell you.

No matter how fun a game is, it's just a game, but for you, maybe not.

Struggle to please me, hahahaha. ”

Then its figure faded away, leaving only laughter echoing at the bottom of the pit.

Leave me alone, in a circle, wanting to cry without tears, "? Just gone? ”

I'm now a paraplegic from the neck down, and I'm still alive by relying on the talent of the zombie race.

Can a son become a 'savior' in this way?

This pit is 300 meters long, at least 300 meters, based on the time I fell.

Even if the head descending master in the southeast region has practiced flying head dropping, he will lose the signal with his body and die if he flies high.

"Hello! Anyone? Is anyone coming to my rescue? ”

I desperately looked up to the sky and cried out for help.

Obviously, there was no one in the pit.

Not even a dead person who fell from a long eye, except for me.

"Sss

Suddenly, there was a faint sound in the darkness.

If you listen closely, it looks like the sound of a snake spitting out a letter.

There is a way that once I was bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of the well rope, I guess I have a grudge against the snake in my life.

Thinking of the faint hostility I felt before, I only felt a cold sweat on my head.

Until I saw the thing crawl up to me.

It was more than one person long, a black mass, covered with hard armor, and had two tentacles on its head.

"Rub, it turned out to be a watermelon worm, it scared me to death."

As soon as I spoke, it took a few steps back.

Familiar with "The World of Insects", and once redeemed the ultimate insect corpse theory, I naturally know that watermelon insects only eat rotten plants.

Although the one in front of me is huge, there is only one, so I can relax a little.

Presumably, out of biological instinct, the mole stayed away when it was present.

When the mole left, the watermelon worm returned.

But it seemed to be very interested in me, crawling around me.

Successfully with the power of a worm, I was a strong onlooker.

"Brother, don't look at it, I'm a zombie, not your thing."

I tried to continue to scare it off with my voice, but it had already judged that I was not a threat.

He actually hugged my head with his dense legs, then rolled into a ball and rolled towards his lair.

"the groove groove ~ said that the one who doesn't eat meat!"