His brows furrowed suddenly; his intuition told him that something bad was about to happen.
Light began to flow from beneath his feet like mercury towards the "Infant Home," quickly filling every inch of the space within.
Immediately, his expression turned extremely ugly.
"What's wrong?"
The goddess of nature asked in surprise.
Meng Yi did not answer, but transformed into light and rushed swiftly to the top floor of the "Infant Care Center".
That's where Wang Yongquan is.
However, Wang Yongquan was in a rather miserable state at this time.
He is giving birth.
Of course, for a first-order creator, having children is nothing to be surprised about; however, something was amiss with the child he had.
The first-tier creator sat blankly in a wooden armchair, his belly bulging, his expression wooden, and his eyes lifeless.
His black robe seemed to come alive, spreading out and covering the entire floor, walls, ceiling, and... crib of the "orphanage".
The black cloth undulated rhythmically, as if a colossal creature coiled within it were breathing with unusually heavy breaths.
They shielded the doors and windows, turning this place into a dark, deep, yet exceptionally warm, enclosed space.
A strange, cloyingly sweet and fishy smell permeated the air.
Upon being stimulated by the light, the black robe involuntarily contracted, revealing the deep pockets hidden beneath layers of fabric.
These pockets, once used by Wang Yongquan to house his descendants, are now bulging and covered with a disgusting, sticky, dark yellow layer.
No, it wasn't wrapped up; something that looked like blood was constantly seeping out of the pocket.
These pockets... contain newborn babies...
A sudden realization dawned on Meng Yi's mind.
These black robes and pockets multiplied under the power of "reproduction" until they occupied the entire "orphanage".
Furthermore, the "reproduction" continues, and it is foreseeable that it will not be difficult for this black robe to occupy the entire Newborn City.
At that time, the entire city will be transformed into a giant "baby bag".
*Swoosh* *Splash* *Splash*
Every now and then, a newborn baby is successfully conceived in the pocket, tears open the pocket, and breaks free...
They fell to the ground, but neither cried nor made a fuss. As soon as they were born, they stared with their big, watery eyes and looked around curiously.
The black cloths scattered throughout the orphanage gently wrapped them, wiped away their dirt, rolled them into suitable shapes, and stuffed them into their mouths to begin delivering nutrition.
It takes meticulous care of all newborns…
Of course, this also includes the "long-time residents" of this orphanage, and... even the staff here, who are treated as newborns and receive the same level of care.
Those staff members, those adults, were like babies at that moment…
Wrapped in black cloth, they nestled in their "mother's" embrace, neither crying nor fussing, feeling an unprecedented sense of security and comfort, just like any other human newborn.
Their minds became like those of true infants, a technique employed by higher-level creators.
Human newborns blink their innocent, wide eyes and get along well with their new "brothers and sisters".
However, the newborns are all strange without exception.
They might be waving wriggling tentacles, cradling their own white brains, dripping with venom, or possessing illusory forms...
Only some physical features resemble those of humans.
Twisted, ugly, disgusting, challenging the limits of human aesthetics, and carrying a strong sense of realism.
They... seem to be hybrid offspring of special beings from the real world and humans.
The atmosphere of the real world is exceptionally strong here.
Could it be that Wang Yongquan turned his attention to the real world, conducted new forbidden research, and ultimately got burned by playing with fire?
Meng Yi stood solemnly in front of the other person…
The creator has lost its life force.
However, the divine nature of [reproduction] still remained within him.
All the changes here stem from this wisp of divinity.
The light that had been flowing silently suddenly burst forth, dispelling the veil formed by the black robes, the aura of the real world, and those inhuman hybrid offspring.
Wow~ Wow~ Wow~
The cries of newborn humans began to rise and fall.
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