Chapter 6 Would it make them seem like they... if they raised humans to death...?
The dark purple sky was gloomy and deep.
Below the mine, apart from the continuous sound of chisels breaking rocks, there was not a single other sound.
The faces of everyone mining were deathly pale.
They dared not raise their heads, dared not rest, dared not speak, and even suppressed their breathing.
The dozens of Zerglings surrounding them were like a sword hanging over everyone's heads, ready to fall and take their lives at any moment.
So they had no choice but to bury themselves in mining, disregarding their own health.
Only in this way can they have a chance to survive.
Charlotte's actions were exactly the same as those of the other miners around her.
She chiseled away at the mountain wall, her peripheral vision subtly sweeping over the faint reflections of the insectoid figures on the rock face.
The dense array of tentacles made her body tremble involuntarily for a moment.
But she didn't dare stop her movements at all, and the sound she made while chiseling the stone was no different from before.
She took a deep breath and exhaled silently.
As the person with the highest mental strength among those around her, she was best able to sense the current mental state of the Zerg.
Although there was some chaos and turmoil, there was more peace and tranquility.
This is a term that is almost impossible to be used by the Zerg.
Thinking of this, Charlotte's eyes showed not a trace of relief, but rather a hint of fear.
The last time she felt a similar calm from the Zerg was four days ago.
After the calm, the Zerg went on a frenzied, indiscriminate slaughter, killing friend and foe alike.
The entire mine was stained black and red with the blood of humans and insectoids.
She nearly died from the Zerg's pincers.
This time, the Zerg surrounded the area for three days, and there was peace for three days as well.
The longer the calm before the storm lasted, the more terrified she became.
She couldn't even imagine how terrifying and insane the Zerg would become after the mental backlash.
Are there any living things still around the mine... no, on the entire planet Carlo?
Charlotte felt her spiritual energy dwindling and gave a bitter smile:
More than the Zerg's unpredictable riots, she should be worried about whether her mental strength could hold out until then.
Even the strongest mental strength cannot withstand such depletion.
Even she's almost at her limit, so what about the others...?
Her grip on the dagger tightened for a moment, and she subtly turned her head to look to her side, her gaze filled with a worry she herself was unaware of.
Ai Ying's clothes, which had been cleaned with cleaning spray, were now covered in black and gray patches.
Her face was covered with a layer of rock dust that had been kicked up while she was chiseling the stone, and a drop of sweat slid down her forehead, leaving a light gray trail. She looked extremely disheveled.
As if sensing the gaze of the person next to her, she stealthily turned to the side.
As she continued to chisel the stone, she silently asked the person beside her:
Are you feeling unwell?
Ai Ying looked at Charlotte with undisguised worry in her eyes.
At the same time, her free hand subtly reached into the folded pocket at her side.
Charlotte watched as she reached for the repair fluid and quickly shook her head.
For the past three days, everyone has been barely holding on thanks to the repair fluid they had previously stored.
Even if Ai Ying has some repair fluid left, it won't be much.
Under the dim sky, Ai Ying's eyes were clear and untainted.
She didn't pay any attention to Charlotte's answer; her hand, already in her pocket, was gripping a bottle of repair fluid.
Charlotte's calm expression was finally shattered as she watched her move without the slightest hesitation.
A warm feeling welled up inside her, and she shook her head helplessly, silently saying:
"I'm really fine."
"If needed, I will definitely ask you."
Ai Ying paused, holding the repair fluid. She turned her head and carefully observed the person next to her. After confirming that she could really hold on, she finally let go of the repair fluid.
Her eyes still held a hint of worry:
"If you can't hold on any longer, you must tell me."
"I have a few bottles of repair fluid left, enough for the two of us to use for another two days."
Charlotte watched her lips move, her gaze softening more than ever before.
She nodded gently.
At that moment, she truly regarded Ai Ying as a friend she could entrust her back to.
After confirming that Charlotte was alright, Ai Ying turned back to her work and continued diligently chiseling the stone.
Having experienced the Zerg uprising that day, she knew very well how terrifying the Zerg were.
They also knew that with so many Zerg gathered here, it wouldn't be long before they would repeat that day's uprising.
Can--
She can't just stop living now because she might die in a few days, can she?
Through these days and nights of tireless chiseling, Ai Ying has begun to develop the ability to refine her spiritual power, which has become more solid and powerful than before, despite its previous chaotic and sparse nature.
She did not lie to Charlotte.
She now consumes far less mental energy than before, and she actually has several bottles of repair fluid left.
Ai Ying felt her spiritual energy, which was still very pure despite being almost depleted, and thought optimistically:
Maybe the Zerg won't riot.
Perhaps the Zerg gathered here will leave in a while.
Ai Ying stared firmly ahead:
She must work hard to carve the stone, work hard to enhance her mental strength, and work hard to persevere and live longer.
They might escape successfully at any time!
Who knows, we might discover sometime in interstellar space a round, cute insect with tiny antennae...
Just then, a piercing metallic clang interrupted her reverie.
Not far away, a man whose injuries had not yet healed and whose mental strength had long been exhausted could no longer hold on. After his short blade struck the stone wall, he had no more strength left.
His body went limp as he slid down the rock, but he didn't dare let go of the short blade in his hand.
The short blade slashed a long mark across the stone wall, producing a piercing sound that terrified everyone.
It’s over…
Recalling the reason for the last Zerg uprising, everyone's hearts sank into despair.
really.
Upon hearing the commotion, the Zerg, who had been lying quietly nearby, all stood up in unison.
Their compound eyes were bloodshot, their antennae twitched restlessly, and then they rustled over to the person who had made the noise.
A sticky, oppressive aura surged wildly outwards with the movements of the Zerg.
The faces of the people, already pale from exhaustion, became even paler, completely devoid of color.
Those who have experienced a riotous Zerg swarm know better than anyone how terrifying it can be.
The person surrounded by the Zerg was trembling like a leaf.
Jon gripped the dagger in one hand, his fear of death driving him to desperately beg for mercy:
"I was wrong, please give me another chance..."
He's worked so hard on Carlo for so long, even surviving the last Zerg uprising...
I don't want to die!
"I really don't want to die!"
His voice was no different from noise to the Zerg.
As he howled, the aura of the surrounding Zerg became increasingly dangerous and frenzied.
Jon realized this and quickly shut his mouth.
He buried his head deep into the rocks, utterly helpless, and could only wait in despair for the insect pincers to fall at any moment.
The Zerg have a strong self-repairing ability, and the wounds on Villar's body have gradually healed.
He and the insects beside him stared at the human in front of them with bloodshot compound eyes, their chaotic and twisted mental energy causing them to rub their pincers together incessantly.
Kill him!
But then, as if realizing something, they stopped swinging their pincers:
Be good.
They need to behave.
The eyes of the dozens of insects shifted repeatedly, their chaotic instincts causing them to oscillate between 'kill everything' and 'behave properly'.
Finally, it stopped firmly on 'be good'.
Killing everything around you will make you unruly.
As the most intelligent of all insects, Villa looked at the human huddled on the ground, weak and on the verge of death. He tilted his head, his muddled brain struggling to think:
If humans were to die from being raised by them...
Will the wind think they're too stupid?
Do you think they're useless?
Thinking of this, Villa extended his insect pincers, took a bottle of repair fluid from his spatial storage, and threw it next to the severely injured human.
The sound of the repair fluid hitting the ground made Jon jump.
Is the Zerg about to make their move?!
Is he going to die?!
He held his head in one hand, helplessly and ridiculously using his body to defend himself against the insect pincers that might suddenly fall from the sky, his nerves so taut that they seemed about to snap at any moment.
Time passed second by second, but nothing happened.
Jon could no longer bear the fear of being killed at any moment. He mustered his courage and opened his eyes a crack, cautiously looking around:
The sight of the Zerg made his heart skip a beat.
He soon spotted a bottle that looked very familiar among the insect shadows.
That's—repair fluid!
That was the sound of the repair fluid hitting the ground!
The Zerg not only didn't kill him, but also gave him a bottle of repair fluid?
Jon lay there blankly, looking lost.
Is he already dead, and everything we see now is just a hallucination after his death?
Several people caught a glimpse of the Zerg throwing out the repair fluid, their eyes filled with disbelief.
What did that person do that the Zerg not only spared him but even gave him a bottle of repair fluid?!
Before they could even be shocked, they saw a Zergling turn around and look in their direction.
The cold, vertical pupils, carrying endless pressure, swept over everyone's body.
Some people's legs had already begun to tremble uncontrollably.
When the insect raised its pincers, many people felt a chill run down their spines, their eyes filled with terror:
The fact that the Zerg spared that person doesn't mean they'll spare them.
No one dared to stop chiseling the stone; they could only use their remaining mental strength to chisel with all their might, hoping to make the Zerg ignore them.
Maybe they'll survive by sheer luck, just like last time.
But instead of brutal slaughter, they were met with scattered repair fluids and nutrient solutions.
Whether by accident or not, the repair fluid and nutrient solution that had fallen in a certain corner seemed unusually dense.
Just as everyone was shocked by the Zerg's actions and dared not move, only Ai Ying in the corner quickly glanced at the ground.
As she continued chiseling stone nonchalantly, she reached out and subtly pulled the nearest bottles of repair fluid to her side.
With just a bend, you can collect them.
By the time everyone finally realized what was happening, dozens of Zerglings had quietly slipped away.
They returned to their original position where they were waiting for the wind.
Among the insects, Villaria stood out with its polite and obedient folded pincers, its upright antennae seeming to ask silently:
Is he very well-behaved?
A note from the author:
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On the self-cultivation of the Zerg:
Be good: Don't fight, don't kill.
Useful: Keeping humans alive.
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