Chapter 1549: 396: Escape by Severing the Tail, Timed Instance_3

Hence, survival in the Monster World is like a gamble. A gamble on your speed of rise being fast enough to possess the capital to resist or flee before stronger Predators notice you.

Or a gamble on your accumulated foundation being strong enough to allow you to become a superpower that walks to the table.

A similar special case is recorded in the Mingshi Clan’s chronicle.

That race, under the brutal survival laws of the Monster World, wrote an almost legendary epic of ascent.

Their name has long been annihilated in the ever-changing Time; in the Mingshi Clan’s archives, they have only one codename: Snake Shedding Clan.

The starting point of this race was as humble as dust.

At its inception, resources were scarce, strong enemies were everywhere, and its own Talent was no special.

On the scale of the Monster World, it was almost destined for elimination or to be reduced to nutrients for other races.

Yet, the Snake Shedding Clan embarked on a completely different path.

They tempered survival into the strongest Racial Talent.

In the early days facing Predators they couldn’t defeat, they never stubbornly fought to the death but learned, mimicked, and even stole with incredible efficiency.

The opponents’ Strength systems, combat methods, social structures... everything was greedily decomposed, dismantled, absorbed, and then integrated within themselves.

Each failure, and even each escape, became nourishment for their transformation.

Their war structure also rapidly changed during growth, with brutal pragmatism at its core, making frantic iterations.

The tactics effective today, if countered by tomorrow, would be ruthlessly abandoned, turning to develop more efficient killing methods instead.

This race had no traditional Bindings, nor moral constraints, only the most extreme pursuit of "survival and victory".

The power structure of the race was even more straightforward, with the strong promoted, the weak eliminated.

Bloodline and family ties could not bring any advantage to the next generation.

But the most important factor for this race’s ascent was still the favor of luck.

In countless migratory exiles, they often found ruins and treasures at the brink of extinction, acquiring vast technologies or knowledge.

And the Snake Shedding Clan’s choice was to continue using the favor of fate as a chip on the next battlefield, gambling it all.

In this snowballing fashion, they ultimately burned into a prairie fire.

Their ascent speed was incredibly swift.

Like a true snake shedding its skin, each escape from the old shell was accompanied by intense pain.

But with each completed Evolution, they became more hideous and powerful.

From weak and humble, moving to proactive offense, they began Hunting the existences they once needed to look up to.

In this stage, the Snake Shedding Clan, compared to their humble origins, had become a chasm of difference, leaping to another Life Level.

Ultimately, this weak power became a colossus with Rules.

This record was regarded by them as an extremely rare exception, an improbable miracle of ascent.

But good luck eventually runs out.

Or rather, in the Monster World, in this unfathomable black forest.

When you burn brightly enough, you inevitably attract high-dimensional attention far beyond imagination.

When the Snake Shedding was in high spirits, believing they had truly set foot on the road to the Peak, they encountered the Mingshi Clan.

This encounter brought brutal reaping.

At that time, the Mingshi Clan was an unannounced disaster for the Snake Shedding Clan,

Their proudly refined war structure, tempered through countless blood and fire, was just a joke in front of the Mingshi Clan.

The war was a dimensional crushing.

When the war ended, the prairie fire, formed by the Snake Shedding Clan burning their dim light, ultimately only illuminated their own end as they became nutrients for the Mingshi Clan.

On the Monster World’s gambling table, the "Snake Shedding" Clan once won astonishing chips.

They managed to rise from dust, even becoming a Rule-level power for a time.

But what they ultimately faced was the fundamentally unbeatable Mingshi Clan.

At this moment, the Chronologist similarly had concerns, fearing whether their race would become a pawn in another game.

All ascents may only just be a footnote in a grander narrative.

Just like the long ascent years of the Snake Shedding Clan, ultimately condensed into a note in the "Chronicles": the brilliance of Snake Shedding, ultimately entering our vault, a mournful Chapter, can be a cautionary tale.

The Monster World has publicly revealed a bloody path of ascent.

There are too many powers similar to the Snake Shedding Clan, knowing the front road is covered with corpses, hoping against odds, yet still descending like moths to flame.

Unhesitatingly stepping onto this thorny road leading to the Peak of the Monster World.

Such powers are divided into two kinds.

The first kind, resources are depleted, unable to support the continued development of the race, can only choose a world of higher dimension to carry civilization.

The second kind is called: climbers.

These races’ born world has already become a cocoon that binds civilization’s growth.

The world’s land has already been explored to the end, the limit of Energy is clearly visible, the form of civilization is rigidified and stagnant.

There, they perhaps are the supreme rulers, standing at the Peak of all beings.

But looking up, it’s a world barrier where you can see the end at a glance.

That type of Strength is a kind of suffocating completeness, also a kind of Deathly Silence with no further progress.

The Mingshi Clan also experienced such Suffering.

Once upon a time, they also were trapped in a corner.

Everything in that world was explored to the extreme, every inch of land imprinted with Historical Dust, every material decomposed and utilized to theoretical limits.

They climbed to the Peak of civilization, overlooking everything they created, only to discover there was no road ahead.