Chapter 1289: Chapter 338: Contract Beyond Authority, Come Back to Me

There is no eternal place of safety here.

Every breath might be the last, and every seemingly certain victory might unexpectedly turn into a life or death battle.

Even if you manage to survive by chance, you never know when the next crisis will arrive.

The brutality of the Monster World lies in that it never gives life any breathing space.

A dream woven from endless resources and wealth traps countless races in this unending prison of war, where beauty and death coexist.

Every day alive is a battle with the words ’fate unpredictable’.

He suddenly thought of the Purple Skin Army in the Frost Winter Snow Region, who clumsily imitated the systems of the Black Tide and the Insect Tide in opposition to the Player Clan.

When he arrived.

The other side, despite having a significant advantage, chose to retreat without hesitation, unwilling to even engage in a probing skirmish.

This scene was much like his own encounters with the Civilization Power.

Seemingly absolute advantage, but who could have thought whether there was an even stronger force hidden behind this power.

The doubts in his heart at that time, after experiencing this ordeal, became clear.

In this world, there is never truly absolute advantage, only the chips that fate temporarily lends as it unpredictably turns.

Any arrogance that dares to bet on advantage, even if it wins big repeatedly, will ultimately shatter into fragments under unknown fangs.

Yet, even knowing the truth, it would not change its mode of warfare.

The Black Tide System is inherently a torrent of destruction that engulfs everything.

And as an Evil Spirit Warrior within the Black Tide torrent, the devour command was inscribed in it from its birth, with no way back.

The tower beneath its feet was proof, an established fact of being ’unmigratable’.

This immovable core node is proof of a path no Evil Spirit Warrior can return from.

From the day it entered the Monster World, it became a pawn in the war on the chessboard.

Even if it’s now the strongest force in the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range, in the larger view of the Monster World, it is but an insignificant pawn in the sequence of the Black Tide Army.

Precisely because it is insignificant, they never detour out of fear.

At this moment, the voice of Blood Pattern sounded in its mind:

"Earth Thought Boss, your Evil Eye has already sacrificed. You need to urgently apply for a new Assistant Eye from the king. As for repairing the tower and restoring strength, wait until the new Assistant Eye is in place to consider these matters," Blood Pattern’s voice echoed in its mind.

Hearing these words, Earth Thought Evil Spirit’s gaze grew grim.

Applying for a new Assistant Eye.

These words were like a thorn, piercing into its unhealed wound.

Blood Pattern spoke lightly, as if the Evil Eye was merely a replaceable tool.

Perhaps in the eyes of most Evil Spirit Warriors, the Assistant Eye is indeed just a tool.

Including when it first came to the Monster World.

But after more than two years of interaction, it had long regarded the Evil Eye as a fighting companion, a presence trusted in countless battles.

The death of the Evil Eye could have been prevented.

But the king’s indifference rendered the Evil Eye’s sacrifice cheap.

It also caused a crack in its long-held faith in the Black Tide System.

Once, it revered the king as a god, believing them to be the figures standing at the apex of the Black Tide System.

They were considered the perfect incarnation of the will of destruction spawned by countless wars.

They were both the vanguard tearing through dimensions for the Black Tide Army and the core surge devouring countless worlds, the ultimate form all lower-level Evil Spirits gazed up to in the darkness.

It, too, had once bowed to the projection of the king, regarding it as the lifelong goal to pursue and climb.

The Evil Eye had asked it what the ultimate goal was.

In its heart, the highest point it could reach was the king, which once was its dream.

If it were its former self, it would have considered all the king’s commands as supreme glory, even if it meant filling the Evil Spirit surge with its life, seen only as a trial for the growth of this pawn.

But this time, the king’s indifference pierced through its last psychological barrier. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

When the Evil Eye sent the distress signal, it was full of hope.

Like a drowning person in the Black Tide network reaching out a hand, longing for the king’s response.

Based on the Evil Eye’s feedback, it was certain that this signal had been conveyed to the Mu Yan beside the king.

Mu Yan, with information processing capabilities a thousand times stronger than the Evil Eye, had no issue of overload preventing it from processing.

Yet Mu Yan kept its port closed, offering no response, not even a denial.

It was very clear about its position in the Black Tide.

Within the war machine constructed by the king, it was but an insignificant cog, and even if the cog cracked, the best outcome was to be replaced by a new cog, rather than receive merciful repair.

The iron law of the Black Tide System has long been written, and the importance of individual emotions has never been within the king’s consideration.

Even if the king chose to sacrifice it, it wasn’t wrong.

Yet the bit of emotion in its chest that shouldn’t be there was growing wildly like weeds.

It did not know when these thoughts separating from the ’Evil Spirit essence’ began to grow.

Perhaps in a clash with the Player Corps, perhaps in angry collisions with the player again and again, or perhaps in the urgency of countless times when resources were nearly exhausted... many out-of-line thoughts wrapped around like poison vines.

It began to think about many questions, and the independent consciousness suppressed by the iron law surged like magma beneath the earth’s crust.

With the desire to erupt at any moment.

It had thought itself the most steadfast wave within the Black Tide torrent, but now surprisingly found it also yearned for independence.