#一段神秘历史迷雾中的残留

I walked forward, ready to take another star journey before I hibernated.

The last rock worm that accompanied me froze to death, and their whole clan accompanied me for one hundred and twenty cycles, two springs, and two winters. I dug a hole in the ice and buried it so that it would be as eternal as the ancient creatures in the iceberg. The light of the stars is getting dimmer, spring is coming to an end, and a long winter is coming. The snow was getting heavier, and the dark clouds in the sky gathered together, blocking the last light of the sunny day. The snow darkened again, and the blizzard obscured the distant mountain peaks, but the cold wind wouldn't stop howling. - In this wasteland that has been frozen for an unknown number of millennia, it seems that time has also been frozen. The god of order is stingy with his gaze on the barren land, an excellent place for outlaws to escape.

God said that the land under her protection was the last place of peace, and rightly so, because the remaining eighty percent of the earth and the sea were turned into ice and snow. She said that civilization and life can only last in her arms, but I don't think there is any point in continuing such a world of meaningless fighting and plundering. If I had followed her rules, I would have been disposed of the last winter and made into nutrients and seedbeds for the birth of new life. It is so with every race, and every life is subject to her arrangement.

Life born in spring is to be processed in the next spring, and the same is true for life born in winter. Death will give birth to new life, and it will also allow the living life to get enough resources. If the number is still too much, then let God decide. Life has no meaning, and there is no meaning in living.

Although I ran away because I rebelled against her rules, the meaning of my life seems to be just a precarious escape.

The distant peaks are covered in snow, and it is only by digging up several meters of snow that the frozen ground and bare fruit trees can be seen. My torso couldn't withstand the wind and snow, and there weren't enough resources in the wilderness to keep my body parts functioning. So I broke my arms, reduced my roots, and discarded my eyes, leaving only the necessary parts to sustain my life. My footing was a frozen ocean, sealed with lifelike aquatic flora and fauna, which could be used as a source of food, but I had to dig at least ten meters down, and I guess I would have died in place. I need to find the remains of the giant paleontology in the glacier before winter sets in, and use them to help me survive the cold night and sleep like the last time.

The word "ocean" didn't exist in my knowledge base, but when I came here, it automatically popped into my head.

I read it, it should have something to do with my ability. After "ocean", there are more words that gradually appear with my travels, such as "ocean current", "monsoon", "grazing", "symbiosis", ...... They are not my speculations, they are languages that have existed in reality. As a result, I became more and more curious about this snowfield, which may have buried a great history.

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Originally, it was going to be placed in the text in sections.,But considering the coherence.,It's easy for everyone to read.,It's still taken out separately as a serial.。

* Gods of Decay Monarch background added.