[Sky] realized that it could not withstand this attack, and immediately prepared to transform into a gust of wind to evade it.
But as He looked around, preparing to find an escape route, the scene before Him caused Sky to momentarily lose its senses.
All around the entire mountain forest were towering, fleshy giants.
They were level with the sky, their bodies devoid of skin, consisting only of muscles and bones, their fierce eyes fixed intently on the sky.
Hera naturally witnessed this scene as well, and saw the entire thing.
At that moment, several lumps of flesh suddenly began to grow at the edge, forming these dozen or so Sky Giants with a regeneration speed that even Hera could not achieve.
Moreover, Hera could sense that the giants' original bodies didn't have much energy at all, but energy was remotely transferred to them, like wireless charging.
This is something Hera has never been able to do, and she can't help but look at her past life with new respect.
[Sky] There was no way to avoid it; all we could do was watch as the attack, which could easily destroy a country, came crashing down on us.
The tornado suddenly stopped when it was only a few meters from the sky.
The powerful wind caused the enormous eyes to ripple slightly.
Buzzing... (What do you mean...?)
"Because we don't have to kill each other." With a gentle wave of his hand, the old man caused the ferocious crimson tornado to turn into a bloody mist and dissipate.
The blood mist drifted in front of the old man, transforming into brand-new tables and benches.
The old man walked over and sat down, casually placing his cane aside.
"Why don't we have a chat? My spouse is gone, and I'm very lonely."
Buzz buzz buzz—(What are you plotting? I was just about to kill you.)
"So what? As the saying goes, no fight, no friendship."
The translucent eyes in the air stared at the old man for a long time, then began to buzz.
(Go ahead and tell me what you want to say to me.)
The teapot and teacup burst from the table surface, and the old man brewed himself a cup of tea and slowly drank it.
Then he gently placed the cup on the table and gazed intently at it.
"What do you think is the meaning of our existence as the Five Calamities?"
Buzzing sounds—(Of course, it's about destroying humanity.)
The answer was given without hesitation: "The sky."
The old man smiled faintly, then shook his head.
Buzzing—(Am I saying something wrong?)
"Do you think that's all there is to our lives?"
The old man did not answer directly, but instead asked a question in return.
Buzzing—(Of course, we are created by the Earth's desire to destroy humanity.)
"Then do you hate humans?"
"..." The sky fell silent.
Seeing this, the old man slowly turned his head and looked at a blooming flower next to him.
"What do you think is the significance of this flower's birth?"
[Sky] The enormous eyes locked onto the flower, and after a moment of thought, it spoke.
Buzz—(spreading pollen and reproducing.)
The flower's roots began to grow rapidly, and soon the flower was in front of the old man.
"I think the purpose of this flower's birth is to be beautiful."
Before [Sky] could say anything, he gently stroked the petals and said softly.
"That's right, just as you said, the purpose of a flower's birth is indeed to reproduce."
"But because of its beauty, it has been given new meaning by humankind."
"It has different meanings in the eyes of different people."
"In nature's eyes, the significance of this flower is indeed to spread pollen and reproduce."
"But in the eyes of the florist, it carries the meaning of adding beauty to the city."
"In the eyes of perfumers, it also carries the responsibility of adding a touch of flavor to the perfume."
"The same applies to people..."
"Making contributions to society and raising children are also ways in which humanity contributes meaning."
"However, these meanings vary in degree."
The sky gazed silently at the old man, as if it understood something.
Buzzing—(So what is your greatest significance?)
The old man paused slightly upon hearing this, and Hera quickly leaned closer, straining her ears to listen attentively.
"Heh...maybe it will destroy humanity..."
Hearing this answer, Hera was greatly disappointed; even the [Sky] seemed to agree.
Buzzing—(So what's the point of telling me all this? In the end, you're just like me.)
"Yeah...what's the point of it anyway..."
The old man looked at the coffin in the wooden house, his eyes filled with intense emotion.
Do you really think humans deserve to die?
Buzzing—(Damn it, we're here because they're destroying the Earth.)
"But...they are also part of Earth."
The old man looked at his hands and sighed with emotion, "And is the value of life simply to destroy other lives?"
Hera lowered her head and began to ponder.
"Humans may have done many evil things, but they can also be great, righteous, and powerful beings worthy of praise."
"No living thing should be categorized as a pest."
[Sky] spoke again after a long while.
Buzzing—(So, do you really want to destroy humanity?)
The old man slowly got up, went to the coffin, picked up the tombstone, and began carving again.
"Whether humanity should be destroyed is a decision for humanity itself."
As the carving knife sliced through the wood, shavings fell like snowflakes.
Buzzing—(What do you mean by that?)
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