3828: C3828 Rain

C3828 Rain

It didn't have a name, it was just the most ordinary one amongst thousands of people.

But it had always longed for a name.

So he called himself Rain.

Because on the day it was born, it was raining.

He didn't understand why he and the other guys who looked like him didn't have names. There were even many of his friends who didn't even know who his mother was.

It had understood the concept of mother from birth.

This is what makes it different from most individuals.

It was born nine thousand years ago.

A rainy night.

After fusing with its six mothers, it exchanged bloodline and gave birth to over a hundred bloodlines, including it … "Hmm …" Brothers and sisters? Yes, that's the word.

However, none of its brothers and sisters had given it a name.

Its brothers and sisters did not care who their mothers were, just as their mothers did not care how many children they had.

The rain was lonely.

It didn't know if it was something from the bloodline, or if it was something from the memories that guided it, but it had its doubts. The bloodline was given to it by six mothers, and the memories were passed down to it by six mothers. The mother's inheritance was not something that belonged to it, so why would it work so hard for something that didn't belong to it?

It doesn't know.

It was lonely because it found out that it couldn't find someone to communicate with.

It was puzzled because … The world was a very doubtful place.

Until one day, it heard a word.

Existence.

Only then did it realize that the reason it had given its name and missed its mother, including the fact that it wanted to find someone to communicate with, was because it yearned for existence.

But what was the feeling of existence, and where did it come from?

Many years later, it had merged with other individuals and had given birth to thousands of children. The children had children as well, and it had only occasionally heard a single word.

Meaning.

It lives on a continent.

Some of them were responsible for preserving and reproducing their bloodlines, some were responsible for preserving and reproducing their memories, some were responsible for supplying energy to their fellow countrymen, some were responsible for preparing for sleep, and some had their own responsibilities. Some had their own responsibilities, some had to take responsibility for preserving and reproducing their bloodlines, while some had to maintain and reproduce their memories.

It has responsibilities of its own, and it has many responsibilities.

It needs to continue to reproduce.

He also needed to try his best to pass on his bloodline and memories to his descendants.

At the same time, it has another task... Think.

He did not know why he had such a mission. Most of his compatriots did not have such a mission, but he had to do it. It was his responsibility, and he was happy to do it.

At one point, it received a message.

The news came from other compatriots.

They heard it from farther away.

The resources of this continent had already begun to dry up. Now, they had to stop reproducing and eliminate their weak brethren. They also had to find another continent.

Thus, the continent really began to move.

Most of his compatriots were unable to feel the movements of the continent.

But it can.

And then the continent was torn apart.

Many of his compatriots left along the bright red river.

It had been assigned the task of leaving with its people, but at the moment of departure it had been asked to stay.

It was discouraged.

This was because it was looking forward to reaching a brand-new continent to explore even more unknown places.

Because of this order, it was forced to stay, and then it asked a question.

Who is it, commanding us again?

Who gave us these responsibilities?

Who is it?

It asked again and again.

After asking for a long time.

Maybe a few days.

A few days was a very long time for it and its brethren. After they were born, they would grow up within the span of a dozen breaths. Within the span of a few hundred breaths, they would be able to reproduce.

So a few days really was a long time.

Finally, when the continent returned to normal, those cracks and valleys closed up once again. The river no longer surged, and instead flowed steadily. When it arrived next to the river and sucked in a large mouthful of water, it met another of its own kind.

It was a member of the same race who could think like it and was filled with curiosity about many things.

The only difference was that this race already had the answer.

It was excited.

It communicates with its brethren.

His brethren said that he knew the answers to many things, but he was going to die because he evolved too quickly. Although 'Rain' knew nothing about many things, he was still very healthy and powerful. His ability to think was very rare.

So the same race and "rain" fused together.

But not for reproduction.

They became one.

His own kind had given up on him.

He gave all of his memories, power, and energy to Yu.

The rain knew everything in an instant.

I know a lot, a lot, a lot of things.

It understood why the rain was falling.

He also understood why rivers flowed.

He now understood even more why the continent moved.

When the rain knew enough, it was even more painful.

In the past, it had found, it had suffered from a lack of an answer.

And now, it had obtained enough answers, but it wanted to know more, wanted to understand more, but, but … But... But it had reached the limit of its thinking, and it found that it was unable to do more complex thinking. It was too painful.

Thus, following his memory, the rain began to move towards the continent's peak.

Then, they arrived at a white palace.

Within the palace, there were hundreds of billions of fellow clansmen.

Like the rain, they were thoughtful and held many memories.

They were all like the rain. There was a limit to how much one could think about. There were very few things one could think about. It was very simple.

In fact, the vast majority of the same race had less ability to think than the Rain Clan.

They silently accepted the rain and became one of them.

The world of rain suddenly opened.

It discovered that what it could see in the past was only a small dot.

It was connected with other people, it could think for them, it could think for the rain, it could think for one thing, it could think for another, it could think for two things at the same time, it could think for more complicated things.

Rain was blessed as never before.

The more individuals there were, the faster they would think.

The stronger the individual, the higher the level of thinking.

The rain enjoyed it all.

Rain discovered that all the other people in the white palace didn't need to think about other things, just think. Among them, only those who were old or couldn't keep up with their thinking speed would leave the white palace and travel to other places on the continent. Perhaps they would find another person from the same race to inherit their memories.

At this point, the rain realized that each of them had their own responsibilities. Individual individuals could not survive, and they had to sacrifice themselves for the sake of the whole.

Rain also understood that it had never accepted an individual's order. Although all the people in the white palace were thinking, none of them had the ability to send out orders individually. Those so-called orders, were just simple signals that came from collective thinking.

Decades passed.

Many of the people in the white palace had left.

But the rain was still there.

It's excellent.0

One day, it was given power.

The power to reproduce in a white palace.

It began to fuse and reproduce with the other members of the same race in the White Temple.

Every time a new individual multiplied, there would be some individuals with weaker thinking skills who left.

Another few years passed.

Inside the white palace, all the individuals were descendants of the rain.

They are connected together.

The rain had vaguely become their leader, and although there was no real, concrete leader here, all the individuals in the White Palace called themselves the Rain.

The rain was all their ancestors, and it was the central point of their vast network. It could use this powerful thinking power to think about many things, and when it solved many mysteries, he heard a voice.

A voice that was hidden in the depths of his blood and memories.

A voice from billions of years ago.

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