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Father, he failed after all.

He was so talented that he was regarded as the most gifted leader in the history of the tribe.

The weapons he made killed the fire that had tortured the tribe for many years. He reunited the broken tribe. He cracked the riddle of darkness and told everyone the truth of the whole world of eternal night. But such an excellent existence still couldn't find the qualified information medium.

Their culture was too poor. In this endless eternal night, the flowers of civilization could not bloom at all.

Before leaving, my father held Hanqin's hand, passed the position of leader to her, asked her to continue to look for qualified information media, and told her a lot of things.

As the body dissipated, my father's consciousness re-integrated into the darkness.

The tribesmen around him sang a farewell song, and the song drifted farther and farther with consciousness, flying to the border of darkness and chaos.

Hanqin stayed at the place where her father died for a long time, until the tribesmen called her, she came back from her grief.

Being able to return to darkness normally is already a very happy thing, but she still can't be happy. Her heart is empty, as if something is missing.

Han Qin looked at the place where her father often meditated alone in a trance. There seemed to be a lonely figure there, but when she looked closely, the figure disappeared again, leaving only an empty sand.

"Chief Han Qin, what should we do now?"

"Continue to make that weapon, I'll go find the information medium."

Han Qin forced herself to keep a calm attitude. She is now the leader, not the follower who always stumbles behind her father.

She began to visit various tribes and collect the information her father had left.

All tribes praised her father, but when it came to the information medium, the leaders of those tribes were very helpless.

"We have no culture, no past, no future. There is nothing in this darkness. To be honest, the chaos outside the dark boundary is no different from the inside. The information content is extremely low, and the attraction is completely insufficient. You will never find a qualified information medium."

"Your father's ideal is great, but unrealistic. We don't even have civilization. How can we create information that can attract the attention of the outside world?"

"You should know that some tribes can't even get enough to eat, and they have to face the threat of wild beasts in the dark. They eat raw meat and drink blood, and worry about their livelihoods every moment. They don't know the existence of darkness and don't understand where consciousness comes from. If your father hadn't extinguished the flame, they would still be running around."

"What we should think about is not those grand ideals, but how to live a good life..."

The leaders of other tribes are pessimistic about Han Qin's father's ideals.

Han Qin also deeply felt the helplessness his father had experienced.

Not only the pressure from the outside, but even the race itself is not optimistic about him. Obviously, everyone is a member of the darkness, but they think about different things.

But what those leaders said were all true, and many tribes were not even able to eat enough, so of course they would not think about those grand ideals.

Consciousness tends to think in different directions because of individual experiences, and is at different heights because of the individual's position.

It is obviously unlikely to make those individuals who eat raw meat and drink blood realize the difficulties the whole world is facing.

In the process of collecting information left by her father, Han Qin felt a deep sense of powerlessness, but she still persisted and continued to visit one tribe after another.

She felt her father's tiredness and entanglement.

"Should I continue to insist on this difficult ideal, or focus on developing the tribe and making the race live better?"

My father has the ability to unify the entire tribe and to feed everyone, but if he chooses this path, he will not have the energy to find the qualified information medium.

After making all kinds of choices, my father finally persisted.

Although Han Qin also felt powerless, she did not intend to give up.

She came to the Jingye tribe, where her companions were closest to the darkness, but Han Qin felt a deep despair in them.

"Whatever... it doesn't matter..."

The members of the Quiet Night Tribe seemed to have given up. Under the pressure of the impossible task, they completely turned into zombies.

They were closest to the darkness and received more information.

The pressure faced by the darkness was passed on to them all at once, but they were powerless.

What difficulties were they?

"The expanding space is facing shrinkage, the advancing time may go backwards, the chaos may backfire at any time, the world will be swallowed up, and all things will eventually wither..."

For them who were still worried about food, these problems were too grand and beyond their cognition. The pressure from the dark consciousness has been bothering them. Under the impact of thinking again and again, they chose to give up.

"Destroy it, I'm tired..."

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"We will do whatever the darkness asks us to do, and we will assist you in any way you want us to assist. We don't want to think anymore, just be a group of ants who can only work. Don't let us think anymore, please."

They pleaded with Hanqin. The voice of darkness echoed in their hearts all the time. They were closest to the darkness and heard more. They could also feel the deep despair. Under such an impact, individual consciousness had long lost the idea of ​​"struggling for ideals".

Hanqin was glad that she could not hear so much like the Jingye tribe.

If she could feel the despair, she might have given up.

Sometimes, individual consciousness cannot be too close to collective consciousness, otherwise it is easy to be swept into the torrent and lose the ability to judge itself.

Although the members of the Jingye tribe were all bad, they still cooperated with Hanqin. They gave Hanqin all the information left by their father and accompanied Hanqin to test many things, because they had a deeper understanding of darkness, and Hanqin also learned a lot from them.

Not only that, Hanqin also heard a lot of secrets from them and some stories of the race in the past.

Although their race, which was born with darkness, did not have a long and magnificent history, it was still quite interesting.

From the separation of consciousness to the emergence of individuals, from the division of tribes to the re-identification of each other, the development of their race is very tortuous, which has also created the unique racial status of today.

As she listened, Han Qin suddenly realized something.

"Isn't this an information medium?"

Although their race has no culture and almost nothing, there is one thing they must have...

"History!"

This is something that every race has.

History has enough information and attraction, and it is true and false, and it is also confusing...

"As long as the truth is hidden under the history of our race, it will be a qualified information medium!"