“Ah… better than nothing, I suppose…” The Mimic Soul made a nose-picking gesture (though it had no nostrils), replying in a rather nonchalant tone, “After all, it’s hard to hear ghost stories on the island. It’s been… several weeks since I last heard one.”

“Isn’t that not long at all!” Atobe retorted from the side.

“Seems quite a few interdimensional travelers have visited this place…” Feng Bujue probed calmly.

“It’s not all people like you,” the Mimic Soul continued, “There are also humans from this universe, and… other creatures.” It paused. “Hmm… that’s not the point.” It seemed to realize that the other party was trying to trick it into revealing information, so it quickly stopped, and instead said, “In any case, the transaction has already been established. So… please come over and put your hands on my arm.”

As it spoke, the Mimic Soul took a step forward and spread its arms.

After exchanging glances, the players all stepped forward and placed their hands on it.

“Hmm… I thought it would feel sticky, but it’s actually alright…” Atobe mused.

The other three players felt similarly at this moment. Before touching it, they all thought that the Mimic Soul’s body would be a glue-like substance, but after actually touching it, they realized… the surface of its body was very smooth and dry, and its temperature was very low, its skin was as dry as leather just taken out of the freezer.

“What’s so surprising about that? Adjusting the body’s humidity, temperature, and strength to adapt to the surrounding environment… that’s a very common self-adjustment mechanism.” The Mimic Soul replied in an arrogant tone, “Basically all high-level creatures, and even some lower-level animals, have this ability. Of course, that includes you humans, but you’re very weak in this aspect…”

At this point, the scenery in front of the players’ eyes changed abruptly.

At the same time, a system prompt sounded in the ears of the four people: [Current quest completed]

In the blink of an eye, they had gone from a dark, enclosed stone chamber to a hall as wide as a square, with a dome that was twenty meters high.

At the head of the hall, stood a "皿"-shaped altar that resembled a crown. In the middle of the hall, a dark brown stone path divided the hall into two, and on each side of the hall were many totem poles about five meters high, arranged in an irregular manner. At the end of the hall was a circular archway ten meters high, with the lower edge of the door connected to the stone path.

On the stone walls around this “Sacrificial Hall”, countless murals composed of geometric figures were carved. Those patterns were like constellations in the night sky… each occupying a corner, yet vaguely connected; in the center of each group of patterns was embedded a piece of glowing Luan Stone. It was these hundreds of shining stones that illuminated this magnificent hall, presenting a magnificent spectacle.

“Ah~ You can’t be blamed for this, after all… from a physiological point of view, you are simply a disaster in the history of evolution.” The Mimic Soul’s words were clearly not finished, it continued from the content before the instant movement, “Your appearance clearly has all the characteristics of intelligent life, but the inside is a mess. In the eyes of my race, 80% of the organs on your bodies are redundant defective products, and their performance is as unreliable as cheap color TVs. That’s why your lifespans are so short, and you are repeatedly subjected to various diseases and torments.” As it said this, it lowered its arms, and the players also took their hands off it.

“In this universe, there are many races with similar intelligence to yours, and the number of organs in their bodies is far less than yours. Generally speaking, they only need two or three organs to complete all metabolism. Functions such as digestion, respiration, endocrine, and immune systems… are all handled by these few organs. And the quality, strength, and precision of these organs are beyond your comparison.” The Mimic Soul continued, “To use an analogy, your bodies are like outdated desktop assembled computers, filled with all kinds of backward and unqualified accessories. And their bodies are integrated super optical computers. Decades later, when your accessories start to malfunction, their warranty period hasn’t even expired yet. Even if you use them carefully and meticulously maintain every corner, you are only delaying the year of scrapping. And other people’s parts… no matter how you use them, they won’t have your inherent defects.

In short, your adaptability to the environment, and your resistance to diseases and accidents, are all too poor.”

The Mimic Soul was speaking enthusiastically, but… at this moment, only Feng Bujue was listening attentively, understood, and was thinking… The attention of the others had basically shifted elsewhere, either looking at the taskbar or examining the surrounding environment.

Although Brother Jue also looked at the taskbar and observed the surrounding environment… he was a special case. He was a person who was already used to multitasking, keeping his brain busy made it easier for him to concentrate.

“Hmm… I see…” Feng Bujue immediately replied after listening to the other party, “In fact, I am also very dissatisfied with the current situation where humans are at an evolutionary bottleneck. I have always agreed with the idea of artificial organs, semi-mechanical bodies, or storing human consciousness into virtual worlds. Although these are not natural selection, but evolution promoted by organisms themselves through technology… there is no doubt that it will be a kind of progress. As long as the way of life cycle is changed, the species’ competitive demand for existing resources can be changed, greatly extending lifespan and eliminating the vast majority of congenital discrimination.”

“Oh? Your idea is quite interesting.” The Mimic Soul replied with interest, “But in the eyes of your compatriots… aren’t people like you a bit radical?”

“Radical… is better than stupid. In my world, many smart people have been labeled as ‘radical’, they are so outstanding, detached from the times, but are despised, called heretics, madmen, idiots, and even killed.” Feng Bujue said calmly, “Facts have proved that stupid people often win. They are a very large group, including real idiots, cowards who are willing to be with idiots, and a small number of agitators and leaders with ulterior motives. They burned national heroes to death, executed great scientists, and arrested teachers who taught evolution in schools. There was even a group of people who tried to destroy their own national culture… so that thousands of years of etiquette, morality, poetry, and books… were all swept away.

But many years later, this group of people enjoy the knowledge and achievements left by those ‘radicals’ in those years, and regard them as a matter of course, as common sense, and despise those who are even more ignorant and do not understand common sense. At the same time, they hold jealousy and fear, and denounce those who are more ahead of their consciousness, calling them… hehe… radicals.”

“Your arrogance and paranoia baffle me…” The Mimic Soul laughed, “Ha… but it’s also very interesting.”

At this moment, on the other side…

Uncle Waste Chai, Honghu, and Atobe had already walked more than ten meters away. They looked like they were looking around to explore the map, but in fact, they just didn’t want to get involved in Brother Jue and the Mimic Soul’s conversation… so they walked farther away and pretended not to hear.

“Hey, hey… can you understand the conversation over there? It’s incomprehensible…” Atobe muttered.

“Anti-human philosophical small class, the topic is seemingly non-existent, the views are not necessarily all correct… it’s better not to understand.” Honghu adjusted his glasses and replied.

“Let’s focus our attention on the script.” Uncle Waste Chai wiped a cold sweat and changed the subject, “In any case, the current situation is still good. As Brother Feng analyzed before, our tasks have been successfully completed. Now the obliteration time limit has been lifted, and no next main quest has popped up in the taskbar. Therefore… we can leave here with peace of mind and go back to find Tianma Xingkong.”

“How about… just the three of us go find him.” Atobe looked back at the altar again, seeing that Brother Jue and the Mimic Soul were still chatting, he continued, “Let the two of them chat here, maybe Feng Bujue can get more information from the other party.”

“Hmm, good suggestion.” Honghu responded, “Anyway, someone has to stay here to prevent Tianma Xingkong from going astray from us.”

“I agree too.” Uncle Waste Chai added.

Then, the three of them turned their heads and shouted a few times to Brother Jue, and explained the action plan.

Feng Bujue and the Mimic Soul were chatting enthusiastically, and when they heard that the three teammates took the initiative to run errands, they naturally accepted it happily.

So, the four people separated again here, acting on two fronts…