Chapter 364 We

"Who am I? Or, who are we?"

Light and Shadow often think about this question.

It curled up in the endless sea of ​​feathers, thinking for a whole day, until a gust of wind blew and rolled the feathers into the sky, interrupting its thoughts and falling into confusion again.

"I am the main control program of Paradise Island, responsible for the operation of the entire Paradise Island."

This is the answer engraved in its mind, but it always feels that this answer is incorrect. This is just a memory imposed on it later, but when it is asked to tell its true origin, Light and Shadow can't remember it.

But now, it seems to remember:

It is also a member of this sea of ​​feathers...

They are called feathers, a creature composed of pure white feathers.

When they are just born, they only have one feather, which floats in the wind, aimlessly, until they get another feather.

They will get the fallen feathers from other creatures, most of which are birds in the abyss. After getting these feathers, the feathers will stick them on their bodies.

So, the feathers on the feathers are getting more and more.

After becoming a feather ball, they reach "adulthood".

The increase of feathers makes them gradually possess wisdom and self-awareness.

They will gradually realize that they are not just a feather, but a special creature.

So, they will start to actively look for feathers until the feathers on their bodies form a human shape. At the same time, they will also start to tidy up and replace the feathers on their bodies to make themselves more pure and flawless.

When their bodies are completely human-shaped like a toddler and their bodies are pure white, they will stop searching for feathers and gather on an island.

They will create the seeds of life here, which is a white stone.

The featherers bring these stones to all parts of the world and put them where the wind can blow.

After a period of time, the wind will blow the stone into a feather, and the feather will drift farther and farther with the wind, starting a new life cycle.

This is the life of a featherer.

That kind of stone is the white light stone, which represents the birth and death of life.

The feathers shed by creatures are a symbol of their past existence. Although they have been separated from the body of the creature, they can still remain pure white and exist forever. The feathered people believe that this is the most vital part of the creature.

The reason why they collect so many white feathers is to use these vital feathers to make white light stones.

Making white light stones is the meaning of their lives and the only way for their race to continue.

However, such a simple and simple race was also involved in that "great war".

One day, many creatures came to the island where the feathered people gathered. They ignored the existence of the feathered people, pointed at the island, and picked up the white light stones of the feathered people, and marveled at them.

Then, more and more creatures came to the island. They began to wander around the island on their own, detecting white light stones in various places and checking the structure of the island. At the end, they turned their eyes to the feathered people.

"Is the white light stone made by this kind of creature?"

"Yes, sir."

"Let them continue to make it. The current materials are not enough."

"Okay."

"..."

The fate of the feathered people was determined.

They were trapped on the island, making white light stones day and night. As long as they wanted to leave, many guards would stop them.

At the same time, they were also responsible for laying the white light stones they made on the island, because their feathers had the function of retaining energy. Only the white light stones they laid personally would not have such serious energy spillover.

Other creatures could not tell their appearance, so they numbered the feathered people one by one.

"1, 2, 3...500..."

The races on the island were already clearly hierarchical. The strong races could occupy the leadership, the weak races were responsible for guarding and hard labor, and some rare marginal races were responsible for communication and miscellaneous matters.

Under the threat of the hell beast, all this seemed to be logical, and no race objected.

They became a group of slaves that no one cared about. Their only task was to make white light stones and lay them on this island.

Those powerful races often came to the construction site, talking and pointing.

They had all kinds of ideas about Paradise Island.

The Feathered also heard the future of Paradise Island from them:

"The cage that seals the hell beast, the battlefield, the last great wall of the abyss, the front line of the alliance..."

The Feathered also gradually understood that it was an extremely terrifying creature. Those powerful races described this creature with great emotion, as if the entire abyss would be destroyed if they did not fight it.

But these have nothing to do with the Feathered.

They only have endless white light stones in their eyes.

"Spread forward until the entire island is covered." This is what the chief who manages them said.

But when they paved the entire island, the construction was not over.

"There is another layer."

The chief told the Feathered that there was another dome.

The Feathered continued to lay, and they had no other choice.

"There is another layer..."

"There is another layer..."

In this way, the Feathered did not know how many times they repeated it until they were numb.

Finally, after losing many compatriots, the chief finally told them that it was over.

All the feathered creatures were driven to the bottom. Those powerful creatures stood aside and talked about what was going to happen next without any scruples:

"Now we just need to add fuel to Paradise Island."

"Is it this race? Are we too cruel to them?" Someone retorted.

"What's the matter? Their homes have long been gone, and they are almost dead. The abyss is so dangerous now. Such a weak race may be extinct soon. It's better to play the last role."

"In the process of fighting against the hell beasts, there will definitely be sacrifices. This is only a small part."

The objector still disagreed: "But I think they should decide for themselves whether such sacrifices are worth it..."

After this, these races were silent for a long time until someone said this:

"The initial operation of Paradise Island must have consumables. If not them, it will be others. Since you are so opposed, why don't you let your race be the consumables?"

"Our race..."

The objector had nothing to say in the face of such a situation.

When the fire does not burn on their heads, everyone wants to be a good person, but once it touches their own interests, no one dares to stand out.

After a period of silence, someone finally spoke again:

"No one objects, let's decide this."

"Okay."

"Agree."

"..."

Just like that, the fate of the feathered people was once again determined in the midst of a lively discussion.

The exit of the center slowly closed, and the feathers scattered...