Chapter 886 An Odd Dimensional Rif (2/2)
Joshua would never be disinclined from letting Light create a race because fungi were ugly. It was instead because the Mobian was simply unsuitable—while not exactly without merit, it was as Joshua had said: the process in which they bred and assembled a collective will was too similar to the awakening of a Steel Python.
Cultivating and improving upon it might quicken Light's maturing. Placed on another world, it might even create an artificial Steel Python!
Of course, that thought was a shallow concept even if it could be attempted.
Having been informed of everything, Light certainly found things regretful since it was a World Will and not an unreasonable, whimsical human child. Sighing, the creation bubbles in the scarlet sea vanished as it gave up on creating the Mobian fungi.
Soon, however, it emitted a series jingles mixed with a few words of the Common Tongue, as if throwing a tantrum.
”I should give you a few if I'm not letting make them? Light, don't you already have many animals?”
Joshua smiled painfully and looked around across the Bloodmoon Continent. Many small supernatural creatures were flourishing over it, and the world appeared headed toward prosperity.
”Bigger… and intelligent!”
The luminous humanoid did not give up, garbling while its tentacles tugged and shook the warrior's hand. Though he was scratching his head, Joshua had a few acceptable solutions in mind.
”Bigger and intelligent? Well, though you could create simple plants and animals, it is still too early for you to have intelligent animals, but it's not like I can give you some of my spawn now—they are still diligently undergoing trials to rebuilt civilization, although I could put them here to enrich your ecosystem when they pass.”
”Right!”
It was then that Joshua suddenly remembered a matter he had thought of before. He had wanted to discuss it with the people involved, but now it appears that…
Blood Moon, Abyss, environment of Order, state of awakening…
”This place quite fits what Goliath asked for... the Demons of Order.”
The warrior's eyes narrowed at the thought.
They were hostages as much a development for a better future. Soon, the Combined Fleet would depart for the other side of the stars, and that was when both sides should show some sincerity.
***
”Bleurgh!”
The scorching sun shone high above as untamed winds billowed. The yellow storm of the deserts blanketed sky and day, kicking up broiling winds.
Clark the Rider walked upon the broad sandstorms of the otherworld, irritated spat a mouthful of sun and quietly cursed at the skies. ”Losing a bet? More like you're not letting me on the Battleship and dumping me to carry out the quest alone in a foreign world… clearly finding my Crow's Mouth a burden and fearful that some mishap the ship!”
Clark Elson, member of the First Elite Party of the Imperial External Exploration Department. To avoid various curses and hexes, the party would often call him Rider when on a different world, and his specialty was driving vehicles as the team moves around, a vanguard in battle who stops the enemy assault to create an opening for his party members.
And now, exploring a desert world all by himself.
The hot gusts struck Rider's circular windbreaking energy shield, streaking past with a wide arc. However, having forced away from visiting the Void Battleship and to carry out a mission alone due to a lost bet, Clark now thought that the bet was a trip his other four members set up, and that himself was crazy enough to trust that they would treat him fairly!
”When I put the beacon at the established position and return after accomplishing my mission… I would… would…”
Unable to come up with any good payback even after thinking over half a day, Rider could only seethe viciously. ”Bless them with happiness and health, and a peaceful life!”
***
On this occasion, the Elite Party had been assigned a very simple mission: they only need to place several beacons on the center at some of the sand plains in the desert world with the best signals. It was precisely because the mission was not challenging that the party would think about making a bet, so that only one of their own had to complete the quest while the others rested. Their commanders appeared fine with that since there had been no worlds worth exploring lately, while the Legends were conferring about some secretive matter that no one was there to point the direction of the explorations.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.
Rider thought that the mission was not difficult either—if not for the windstorm that prevented him from driving his flying car, he would have completed the task in a day or two. The raging sandstorm, however, delayed him considerably and kept him walking only step by step.
After all, it takes considerable effort even for a Gold-tier to resist a natural disaster directly—and Clark would rather save his strength in case of emergencies.
Though he insisted that he was no crow's mouth, he grew to believe it a little after his friends had kept bringing it up.
Was it not better to believe the worst, and be pleasantly surprised, than to be optimistic and learn the worst?
Meanwhile, as warrior continued along the desert towards his objective.
Suddenly.
Amidst silent dimensional rippling, a small dimensional rift appeared behind him.
Seconds after it appeared, it stealthily gathered all elements and particles around it, before vanishing as silently as it arrived.
Rider naturally knew nothing of it, unaware that his own scent and elements of Extraordinary ability were absorbed by that rift and teleported to an unknown faraway place.
And that was not the only place where that mysterious and bizarre incident happened—it was happening to every Mycroftian who was journeying alone on foreign worlds exploration.pessimist