Chapter 845 (1/2)

Chapter 845: Eye of the Branch Nest

Translator: TransN Editor: Meh

“It hurts!”

“It hurts a lot!”

“I can’t bear it!”

The monster beat its tentacles against the seawater in vexation. The “blade” and “foot” hiding inside its body were shivering, apparently frightened by the overwhelming anger.

For the monster, pains were not unfamiliar.

From the moment of its birth to the life as an Eye of Sectional Nest, the monster had fought numerous battles against enemies. All that it had experienced—injuries, annexations, evolutions, and pains— enhanced and sharpen its senses. They were necessary sacrifices for absorbing magic power.

But it was not the pain that annoyed the monster. It was… a feeling that the monster had never had before.

The monster tried to match the emotion with other reactions of life but soon found it unnecessary—the feeling lay in the instincts of most species. No matter how considerably the species varied, they all had, without an exception, this kind of feeling.

Fear.

A kind of feeling the monster had experienced for the first time of its life.

The feeling somehow bewildered the monster, and the anger rose before it noticed it.

“kill!”

“Kill her!”

“How very much I want to kill her!”

“How dare her, a tiny bug, to break into my body and challenge me with the speck of magic power? One day I’ll tear her to pieces and put her head on her skeleton, in a way red mist insects have done.”

Yet, neither anger nor fear was a necessary emotion that the monster had to experience in order to grow up. The monster had never been scared of pain, nor had it been upset by a momentary defeat. To be honest, it had never thought of such kind of thing before.

The monster had thought of nothing except the evolution.

Evolution was more important than mere survival, for the former represented the sublimation of the species, whereas the latter only stood for the interest of individuals.

The monster realized that there was something wrong with its body.

But what was it?

Even thinking about the question gave it a serious headache. The hot flames had not only taken away one-third of its body but also made its head swimming.

“I need time.”

“Time to regenerate a new body.”

“And time to find the answer.”

The monster suppressed the fear, anger, and all sorts of various subtle feelings that it had never experienced before and sank to the bottom of the ocean.

…

Over 10 days later, the monster crept out of the hiding place and released all the “blades” and “feet” locked within its body.

The monster had suffered great losses in the battle, but it did not care much, for as long as it recovered completely, it would regenerate new parts of its body.

Now the food was more urgent for the hungry monster.

Meanwhile, it had come up with some conclusions to the problems.

Firstly, the monster found that it had lost many pheromones that it had taken from various types of bugs before. The pheromones could help to indicate the evolution direction of its group, so collecting them was the chief task for every eye of the branch nest. The monster’s loss was understandable—with a huge blast, the monster lost the control of its body in the hot flames and heat waves, its body parts twisted and broken, and among them, some were the brains that stored pheromones. Even though most parts of its body were healed, the pheromones in these brains were gone. This was like when you popped water bags. Repairing them would not help with the matter.

“That’s not a big deal. There’re bugs everywhere for me to recollect.”

“And I’ve succeeded in keeping the most important red mist multi-eyed insect, so the loss is acceptable.”

“But the problem is I’ve lost the connection with the mother of the nest.”

“I can’t believe it!”