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Chapter 577: The Living Enter Death
Chapter 577: The Living Enter Death
"Fight's broken out. What's going on?" Qin Muye, disguised as 'He Wu,' exclaimed in shock inside the Homeland. He couldn't believe how long they had been in the unknown star domain—maybe not even an hour.
Yet, so much had happened, leaving him caught off guard.
Moreover, he hadn't detected any issues other than the ongoing decay inside the Homeland.
What could he do about a dead world coming back to life? The aliens here did have a species that resembled cats, but they weren't actually related to cats. It was just a resemblance; it couldn't be that this minor detail brought them back to life.
"What should I do next? It doesn't seem like I can interfere with this situation. Should I just let myself die?"
Qin Muye wondered if he should stay and gather more information. What kind of information could he gather? The decay's progress? What was the point of collecting that? It would take at least three to five days to get any meaningful updates.
"Wait, why is it decaying so fast?" Qin Muye was startled when he smelled the putrid odor emanating from his own body.
His body wasn't really his; it was still He Wu's. He himself was just a Shadow of the Sage's Book, parasitically inhabiting He Wu's body.
So, it was He Wu's body that was decaying. His Shadow was relatively complete, protected by the power of the original body, but it could only last a little longer. Compared to an entire world, he was still too insignificant.
Qin Muye walked out of the library, the faint smell of decay mingling with the silence.
It wasn't just the living beings that were decaying; the entire Homeland was rotting.
"I remember there was supposed to be a consolation performance today, not far from here, right?" Qin Muye dragged his increasingly decayed body and headed outside.
This decay was very peculiar; he felt no change, as if nothing was happening, but he could keenly sense the problem with his body.
He tried to examine himself; the pain still existed, and his abilities were intact, but he couldn't control the decay.
Qin Muye suspected that even if his flesh and organs rotted away, he might not die. Instead, he would exist in a form similar to a revenant, but not a true revenant, as revenants are sustained by negative or death energies.
The people in the Homeland were different; they seemed to have changed their race without any issues.
On his way, Qin Muye saw many people who were more decayed than him, with large chunks of flesh and skin peeling off, but they didn't seem to notice.
Or perhaps they did notice, but in their minds, it was just a common occurrence, not something strange.
Just like how all known star domains and artificial intelligences had overlooked the unknown star domain, this was a distortion of common knowledge.
"It seems that the newly born death lifeforms, which are fighting the Star Gods, are likely all the lifeforms from the Homeland."
"Tch, this dead world isn't planning to live a second life through death, is it?"
Qin Muye couldn't help but laugh, but he didn't think too much about it and continued toward the consolation performance.
He saw many bizarre sights on the way, such as people dropping large chunks of decayed flesh as they walked, or someone pulling out a large piece of flesh with a bone from their clothes, cleaning the meat, and putting the bone back.
"The more I see, the more disturbing it gets. The consolation performance is probably even more intense." Qin Muye scratched his face and easily peeled off a large chunk of flesh.
The robots nearby were already immobile. Unlike living beings, they didn't have much of an issue with a little decay, but once their chips rusted or were damaged, it was a catastrophic failure. This situation wasn't limited to a single chip or device but was comprehensive.
Qin Muye suspected that the artificial intelligence had also failed, and any attempts by mechanics to repair it would likely make things worse. Everyone's common knowledge had irreversibly changed.
"To be honest, I suspect I might die because I can't adapt to this bizarre situation, not because I'm not human."
He had a clear understanding of himself.
Along the way, he collected various data and sent it back to the original body, but the efficiency and transmission power were decreasing as he decayed bit by bit.
Even 8th-stage Paragons couldn't withstand the overwhelming power; it was just a matter of whether they would rot earlier or later.
In either case, it was very unfriendly to Qin Muye. The original inhabitants of the Homeland wouldn't truly die but would maintain a form similar to the undead. He had no idea what this unknown star domain intended.
Who could guess what a dead person, let alone a dead world, wanted to do?
"He Wu, you're here to watch the performance too?" A slightly deep voice came from behind. It was Zhou Lin, who held a drink in his left hand and what seemed to be a snack in his right.
But the blood and decay on his body were contaminating both the drink and the snack.
"Right, are you here to watch too?" Qin Muye casually peeled off his face, revealing a layer that looked very intact. He had felt a slight itch earlier and decided to check.
Zhou Lin looked even more peculiar, with pitted and decayed flesh on his face, even in his eyes, and most of his bones exposed. His rotting internal organs were clearly visible, but he seemed completely unaware.
"Want some?" Zhou Lin said, pulling out a snack from his chest.
The snack was already severely decayed, emitting a strong stench. If a normal person ate it, they would need immediate medical attention, but Zhou Lin was savoring it.
Qin Muye took it and put it in his mouth, chewing it. Since it wasn't his body but He Wu's, he wasn't too concerned. He knew the internal organs were already in a mess, so he wasn't sure if the snack went into his stomach or his lungs.
"Not really, you can have it." Qin Muye tasted it and immediately refused. The flavor was unbearable.
Zhou Lin didn't show much expression, only a hint of regret: "That's too bad. I think it tastes pretty good. Looks like you're not a fan of sweet things."
"Right, I don't like sweet things." Qin Muye glanced at the decayed food, thinking this had nothing to do with a preference for sweet or salty, but rather his aversion to eating decayed items.
"How about something salty? Want to try?" Zhou Lin pulled out another snack.
Qin Muye felt a headache: "No thanks, I'm not hungry. You eat it. How is the performance?"
"It's okay, just a bit boring." Zhou Lin said.
Qin Muye looked up. On stage, the performers were jumping around to the music, occasionally spewing blood, flesh, and organs, creating a rather shocking scene.
Of course, the most shocking part was the audience. One moment of excitement could result in someone accidentally peeling off their scalp.
'Tsk, losing hair so young, that's a shortcut to old age.' Qin Muye watched a young man nearby, who, in a moment of excitement, became bald. He wondered what the future held for him.
But there was a silver lining. In the future, he could be praised for being "brilliantly bald," saving the awkward moments when people struggled to find something to compliment him on, like his height.
Here, with the large gathering of people, the decay was even more terrifying, causing the people here to rot faster. Qin Muye, who had arrived, was also affected, his body rotting more quickly. His stomach had already burst open, and he could reach in to touch his internal organs, maybe even find out where the sweet snack had gone—stomach or lungs.
He looked at his hands, now reduced to bones, with blood and decay dripping to the ground. The people around him seemed oblivious, having already gone through this process, so they weren't surprised at all.
"By the way, do you feel anything different?" Qin Muye asked curiously.
"Feel? What do you mean?" Zhou Lin turned to ask.
"Like, does your face feel uncomfortable or anything?" Qin Muye asked.
Zhou Lin touched his face, pulling off a large chunk of skin: "No, did I get something on my face?"
"Oh, just asking. Nothing on your face." Qin Muye realized he wouldn't get any useful information this way.
If Zhou Lin had noticed anything, he wouldn't have said that.
'I wonder if the 8th-stage Paragons have noticed these issues.'
(End of Chapter)
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