Walking on his feet.

He decided to rest after reaching the next target.

Although it can still walk on its feet, there is really no need to make it so tired.

Since the last time he fainted, he didn't want this to happen again, and he learned to control and judge.

The open field ahead became clearer and clearer.

He always felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it at some point, but he couldn't remember it.

Something should be missing here, something that should remind him at a glance.

Well, what's that? Not far away, a faint light attracted him.

He walked towards there.

If he wasn't mistaken, it should be the white fruit he was looking for.

No matter how far apart it was, it was the same gentle glimmer, and he was too familiar to be wrong.

He approached the white fruit, bent down, and reached out to touch it.

That familiarity, a warm breath licked his palm. He wasn't in a hurry to eat it.

There's so much more to communicate with each other.

A trace of memory slowly appeared in his mind.

It was a tree, alone, its bark and its leaves so dark.

Something seemed to be wriggling on it, it wasn't very clear, it couldn't be the swing of leaves, because there was no wind here.

The shadow was still crawling...... It's bugs.

It turned out to be it, the tree controlled by countless insects and bearing black fruits.

It still exists, and it doesn't stay in nature for long.

It was indeed different from what he had ever seen, it was just too similar. A crisp sound broke his musings.

Something seemed to be growing inside the trunk of the tree.

The rifts grew bigger and bigger, and the thing grew everywhere inside it.

With a pop, the tree, along with the insects on it, was peeled off like a layer of skin, and collapsed in all directions.

A new tree stood there shaking its newly stretched leaves, looking even darker, still covered with bugs.

The bugs of the past, like the tree, have been replaced by larvae that grow inside it.

The process doesn't stop, it keeps circulating.

I don't know how long it took, but after going back and forth several times, the bark and insects that had fallen off around me piled up like a hill, and slowly turned into black silt.

The process is getting faster and faster, with new trunks and bugs constantly changing.

It's like a fast-forward picture, and it looks so weird.

Until that moment, when it emitted that dazzling black light, there was no more chance, it dried up from nature, evaporated in bursts of black gas and turned into countless black powders and dissipated.

Everything stopped, the earth returned to its appearance, and in this tranquility only the white fruit emitted a faint and gentle light.