novelraw #634 - Chapter 632 Blue Broom Mushroom
#634 - Chapter 632 Blue Broom Mushroom
Although it didn't have that feeling of shared life and death with its own kind, didn't understand the principle of 'if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold,' and didn't have any good friends in this race,
the kind-hearted it still didn't want to see so many lives die before its eyes.
It wasn't afraid of being busy, wasn't afraid of death, but was only afraid of loneliness.
It didn't know why those Devil Mushrooms could live a lifetime without communication, and didn't know why it liked seeing so many creatures every day.
It only knew that if they didn't run, it would never see so many mushrooms again.
"You guys move quickly! This time you will all die! Not a single one will be left!"
"Broom, you don't need to shout. We mushrooms are inexhaustible, no need to run,"
the brown Devil Mushroom, a hundred meters tall next to it, was the first to speak to it.
But the Blue Broom Mushroom shouted angrily:
"Why do you always focus on the next generation? Why do you always think that as long as the next generation can live, anything is fine for yourselves? Can't you live for yourselves!
Can you see the next generation grow up? Once you die, you'll have nothing!
The next generation won't even know whose descendants they are. They won't remember you, and they won't understand the meaning of a happy life. They will only obey the basic desires in their bodies, continuing your lazy thinking and following in your footsteps.
Can't you live for yourselves for once!"
Having traveled far and wide every day, it had seen too many races rise and fall.
It deeply knew how different its race was from other races.
They only cared about giving birth, not raising, only cared about living and reproducing. Most importantly, they had no writing, no memory, and no heritage.
Every Devil Mushroom was born only to act according to the instincts engraved in its genes.
They didn't learn, didn't improve, and had no pursuits.
And other alien races had all of these things.
If the Devil Mushrooms' reproductive ability and racial evolution characteristics weren't so strong, it suspected that its race would have long become food for other races, instead of living alongside them as equals in this mountain range.
"Without pursuits, without cherishing our own lives, we mushrooms only have one ending: destruction!"
However, no matter how hard it tried to explain, the other Devil Mushrooms remained motionless, paying no attention to its words.
The brown Devil Mushroom that had spoken to it continued, saying:
"Broom, what's the use of pursuits? Death is inevitable, we can't escape it. I've lived for thousands of years, and you've lived for six hundred years. We've both lived quite long.
But one day we will all dissipate in this world.
Your footprints, your house, your friends, me, and you, will all die. Nothing is eternal.
All we can do is strive to spread the next generation, so that the race doesn't become extinct."
Listening to its grand principles, the various Devil Mushrooms around nodded their true mushroom heads.
We agree.
What's the use of pursuits? Can pursuits be eaten?
"Descendants will have their own fortune; we only care about creating descendants; years leave only traces of time; it's difficult for all beings to retain the years."
The Blue Broom Mushroom instantly felt its fungal energy surge.
It cursed loudly:
"How can descendants possibly have fortune! You've left them nothing but genes. Once they want to learn, they can't even find information to research! Everything has to start from scratch!"
It felt uncomfortable just thinking about how, when it wanted to learn how to draw maps when it was young, it couldn't even distinguish east, west, south, and north, and couldn't get any information from the many seniors it asked.
Why did other races have writing? Why did other races have records?
Why was it only the Devil Mushrooms who had nothing?
It was all because they had no pursuits!
Every time someone who wanted to improve appeared, they would be tripped up by the meager accumulation of knowledge, and then infected by the lazy atmosphere, and finally degenerate along with them!
"Are you guys running or not! If you're not running, then stay here and wait to die!"
Looking at this group of guys around who clearly had brains but didn't want to move, the Blue Broom Mushroom felt more and more uncomfortable, and the more it spoke, the angrier it became. In its excitement, it directly abandoned this group of mushrooms and ran towards the west.
You all wait to die!
I don't want to die with you!
I want to survive, I want to continue the Devil Mushroom race!
I want to change the atmosphere of this race, I want to build the largest library in the world, so that the Devil Mushrooms can draw all the maps of this world!
I haven't seen the legendary snow yet, I haven't seen the ocean in my dreams, I haven't read the novels that I overheard humans talking about that day, I haven't seen more and bigger houses......
I haven't lived enough!
If you want to die, then die!
I will take your share, remember your appearances, and live long in this world!
The Blue Broom Mushroom kept running in the mountain range, passing through Devil Mushroom settlements growing in the forest, stepping over a few small trees growing in the Devil Mushroom forest, and leaping over dozens of square-grid houses that it had built for hundreds of years.
While running, it was thinking.
Is not fearing death really a good thing?
Why were the Devil Mushrooms so calm when facing death?
Without seeking their own happiness, without pursuing leaving their own footprints, without cherishing the passing time, the only meaning of their lives seemed to be to reproduce.
But what if they had descendants? They couldn't see what their descendants were like, so was this meaning really meaningful?
A race that stagnated in everything except genes would eventually decline, like this time.
Their genes were very strong, they could survive in the lava in the earth's veins, and they could also reproduce in the ice and snow on the mountains, but they couldn't unite, they had no desire to survive, and they faced death head-on.
It would be so good if they were humans.
It often heard its friends from other races say that those humans had no sharp claws, no hard scales, no sharp teeth, and no means of survival.
Even when pregnant, they could only give birth to one or two at a time.
But these weaklings were able to enrich their thoughts, pass on their knowledge, and enrich their heritage through generations of inheritance.
Fearing death and knowing how to cherish it had brought unparalleled changes to them, who had only a few thousand years of development history.
And ultimately stand at the top of the world!
Intuition told it that the extermination of these alien races this time was probably done by humans.
But it couldn't bring itself to hate humans.
An actively upward-striving, dream-pursuing race was simply walking on their path, eliminating these stumbling blocks, was there anything wrong with that?
If they could be remembered by them, it would be better than the Devil Mushrooms living for tens of thousands of years without leaving a trace in this world.
It just wanted to survive.
It wanted to watch this world for the mushrooms who had accompanied it for so many years.
If it died, then the only information they left in this world might be these few human words: [Devil Mushroom Classification File].
Suddenly, it heard the voices of several humans talking ahead:
"Huh? Xiaole, there's a Devil Mushroom here that looks like a broom. It looks pretty delicious. It shouldn't be poisonous if we use it to make soup, right?"