Prosperity and Apoptosis
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Ding!
The sound of steel banging awakened Lu Zhou from his trance.
That was the sound of metal striking.
When he came back to his senses, he was already standing in front of a primitive house made of wood, stones, and some white fluff. A strange furnace was next to him. When he looked up into the distance, he could see the wall built up by dirt and wooden sticks, as well as the vast farmland.
Like General Reinhardt said, these bugs learned to walk upright. They even learned to use tools and developed the embryonic form of a farming civilization.
But in his opinion, their walking posture was quite goofy.
He looked at the "grassland" surrounded by the fences and the larvae. A thoughtful expression appeared on Lu Zhou's face.
General Reinhardt walked to his side and asked jokingly, "What kind of experience is it to lose consciousness for tens of thousands of years?"