"What are you talking about? We are clearly humans!"

Lu La couldn't help but speak, feeling this was too absurd.

Li Qingshan revealed a mocking smile that made Lu La very annoyed, "What makes you think we are human?"

"Just because we look like humans? Because we have hands and feet?"

"Have you never thought that in the previous world, when that Demigod finally broke through, we all turned into the Pupil Demon alien civilization, and the people on the streets, the office workers, waiters, white-collar, rich people, and superheroes all turned into various big-eyed beings of different colors and species?"

"By extension, how do you know we were originally a human civilization? What if it was another civilization that went through a mutation long ago?"

This statement seemed to open a forbidden zone of thought.

We originally...

Perhaps were not human?

In the original Crystal Wall World, we could have been a fish civilization, bird civilization, or Demon civilization, and then forcibly mutated by some terrifying human Demigod into humans?

"Do you have any evidence?" Lu La immediately asked, "We have thousands of years of human civilization and memory."

"Memories can be fabricated."

Li Qingshan directly said, "Do you have any way to prove that we've been human from the beginning to the end?"

Lu La fell silent.

This was already about the dialectics of whether the world is virtual, the problem of the brain in a vat.

Lu La, however, logically asked back, "I can't prove this viewpoint; do you have a way to prove we might not be human?"

Li Qingshan said:

"It seems our world was attacked in some ancient era; I saw some scenes where 'Fist' and some ancient being were fighting in the nearby Chaos."

"The aftermath alone led to the great extinction of our civilization, and our world's strongest Demigod was also shockingly killed on the moon by this disaster."

"That fallen existence might have come from a civilization named 'Earth,' and before his civilization's destruction, in his dying breath, he left intense remaining thoughts, possibly encompassing this land, mutating us into a human civilization."

This was creepy.

Are we not a true Earth civilization?

Are we just a substitute?

Did the real Earth civilization meet its end long ago?

"Do you have evidence for this?" Lu La asked.

"No evidence, I just saw some fragments of the battle, 'Fist' won and left; I have no idea what happened afterward. I just speculate that the remaining thoughts imprisoned this world, and his obsession caused the so-called time loop."

"A Demigod can restart time?" Lu La expressed disbelief.

"No, that's not a time restart; he didn't involve time. Time has always been a straight line." Li Qingshan said, "The world before us is just a real dream."

Lu La found it unbelievable, "A dream, we're in a dream? Is this a mental world, illusory?"

Li Qingshan sneered, "You underestimate those terrifying ancient beings. To be precise, I think he turned a dream into reality."

"Mutated them all into a life's form of an era, brought into that era, and continued to loop."

"I'm not Li Qingshan, and you're not Lu La. We've just become shadows of those historical figures."

"I speculate that the fallen existence is skilled in this kind of real dream. The 'Earth Zombie Apocalypse' is reliving scenes from his own life, looping continuously—it's an account of his rise."

Lu La's mind exploded!

Needless to say, the imagination of someone with a mental illness is rich—our potentially non-human story is quite interesting and could be serialized online.

But various anomalies could also mean this isn't just a story.

So, the matter became somewhat serious.

He began to sort through his thoughts.

In simple terms,

'Fist' killed a being from human civilization. In its death, unwilling to see the Human Race die out, it mutated their innocuous world into its human era, experiencing its apocalyptic process.

That's terrifying.

Demigods fighting, and nearby civilizations suffering?

No hatred, no connection, only passing by and being implicated.

That's an extremely cold, high-dimensional perspective: destroying our civilization has nothing to do with us?

"Then what do you think we originally were?" Lu La took a deep breath.

"Who knows? Perhaps it can be found in history; we might be Moon people, or the dinosaur civilization from the dinosaur era, that extinction being the war, followed by dinosaurs being mutated into humans, and rising from there?"

The man opposite began to ridicule, "In any case, there are many possibilities."

Lu La didn't ask further.

This speculation was indeed astonishing.

But in some sense, it could be possible.

It could explain the principle of the Time Machine; they didn't travel through time—time has always been a straight line...

It's just that they live in the real dream of some ancient fallen being.

"Then why don't you tell this to the higher-ups of humanity?" Lu La asked, "Umbrella Corporation, Shield Bureau, Foundation?"

"How to tell?"

Li Qingshan asked back, "They are heroes of humanity, not our heroes; rising under humanity's Time Machine... As we might not be human, they are the ones opposing; they are the invaders, the terrible remnant civilization's vanguard!"

Lu La was speechless.

This perspective makes a lot of sense.

If I'm not human, then the other party is the real villain.

The truth in all of this is too terrifying.

If everything is true...

"How ridiculous, people have always known they live in the apocalypse, but little did they know, we are living in an even deeper, more truly horrifying, terrifying, and frightening reincarnation apocalypse world!" said Li Qingshan.

"Therefore, we must fight for ourselves, break the ominous cycle of the Human Race Demigods... and establish a Lizardman organization against humanity! We are the descendants of dinosaurs."

Lizardman, it's just a code name.

It means they are not human, essentially something else; humans are the invaders of this world.

Humans, not of the same kind, are enemies!

"How easy is that?" Lu La said.

They are so terrifying, and they have a time machine, returning time and time again, even the Zombie Race was defeated by them.

"I inherited a trace of the Creator God's power..." Li Qingshan said.

"Even the Creation God has appeared?" Lu La was surprised.

Li Qingshan nodded solemnly and said, "This involves another rule of the world."

He kept explaining that the endless worlds of the cosmos are orderly.

Each world is creating life, with the first batch being the Creation Gods.

They were the original Divine Race, possessing the ability to create life, and he inherited a portion of the strength of a man named Fist, and can also create life...

"You may not know, but I have already created some primitive bacterial life forms in this room, and they have even formed a kingdom."

He said, "But I overlooked their terror, and during a bath, I accidentally made a mistake, they entered my body and are constantly devouring me, so I'm dying."

Lu La: "..."

He always felt something was implausible, but didn't know where.

The other party continued:

"Therefore, I want to pass on this world to you. My power of creation will be inherited by you. Go create new races, establish races other than humans, fight back against humans, resist the Shield Bureau, for they are not humans, let's call them... Mutants!"

"I can only trust you." he said softly.

Lu La didn't remember what kind of feelings he had when he left, only that the whole day he felt very silent, repressed, uncomfortable.

Li Qingshan watched him leave the mental ward and muttered to himself, "I should get off work too; after talking for so long, he should have taken the bait."

...

For the rest of the day, Lu La was in a dazed, numb, and bewildered state.

At this time, a friend called to ask about the Spiritual Mind Master matter, and he couldn't even determine how much he was actually listening to.

Li Qingshan, in the last moments of his life, actually chose to speak everything to him, this psychologist.

Because in this foreign land, there were Alien Races everywhere, surrounded by enemies, he was the only one who was clear-minded. He chose to trust him, letting him shatter humanity's conspiracy.

During the call, his friend Li Qing also sensed his distraction, finally asking, "Have you packed your luggage for school? You're going to soar in life, remember to look after your old buddies."

After hesitating for a moment, Lu La replied, "I still have things to do, not prepared."

His friend Li Qing, also a psychology major, immediately sensed, "No! You're not right, is it your patient that has some problem? Don't take it to heart."

"People like us witness a lot of suffering, can't truly bring emotion into it. Haven't you seen how many peers are depressed? Our profession is like carrying a heavy load, psychological pressure is even more than the funeral home next door!"

After hanging up the comforting call from his friend, Lu La remained silent.

Meanwhile, in his heart, Li Qing felt a little pleased, "Finally my turn to say this sentence, now it's my turn to be Doraemon."

On an afternoon three days later.

Lu La heard some news.

Someone had died from self-immolation.

It was said to be a person of Chinese descent, coupled with previous mental case history, and a suicide note, handled very simply in this country where shootings were commonplace and the apocalyptic catastrophe was just over.

Another day passed.

Lu La received an anonymous package.

The contents were simple, just a deep red crystal diamond-shaped Crystal Core.

The instant he got the Crystal Core, his brain went blank, his heart pounded, and he swallowed a gulp of saliva.

Create races, power of the Creation Gods...

Lu La suddenly felt chaotic. With his medical background, he knew how terrifying the potential was, how much playfulness it could bring.

Create new races!

If controlled well, he is enough to be among the top people in the world!

He would be an evil doctor.

But he will surely be attacked by humans, for the life he creates is not human, and he will be charged with creating mutants, hunted by superheroes.

"But, to change this true apocalypse!"

He whispered, starting experiments with white mice to avoid the possibility of being overtaken.

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