I, Dark Tiga, have been sleeping for 30 million years at the beginning

"Sister, can you help me see what happened to Triga?"

"He has been in a coma since the last battle with the Five Emperors."

Carmilla held Triga's hand sadly and worriedly. At this time, Triga's human form looked the same as Kengo Manaka.

She also had a vague guess.

Camilla came to Carmilla's side, looked at the young couple, and spoke slowly after a long time: "His origin had a small problem due to some small reasons."

"Origin?" Carmilla looked at her sister in confusion.

Camilla nodded and spoke slowly: "Yes, the origin!"

“It’s easy to solve.”

"Take a part from the Triga that is currently active on Earth. It doesn't have to be too much, just a little bit will be enough."

"The problem can be solved by merging into the body of this Triga."

Sidoram and Dagon stood obediently not far away, watching the scene quietly, with a hint of worry in each of their eyes.

"Hidram, what do you think is the reason why Triga has been sleeping until now?"

"I don't know. It could be that the injuries he received in the last battle with the Five Emperors were too severe, or that battle caused Triga's old injuries to relapse."

"But I haven't heard of any old injuries on Triga in the past years!"

Dagon and Sidoram were watching Triga in the corner and whispering about why Triga had become like this.

Carmilla was slightly stunned and asked in confusion: "Is the origin incomplete?"

"Or was it because the last battle with the Five Emperors caused too much damage to the origin?"

Camilla thought for a moment and then said, “This is considered an incomplete origin!”

Carmilla nodded and asked, "Sister, can the Eternal Core heal Triga?"

Camilla nodded without any hesitation. Even Zhang Mo agreed that the Eternal Core was what was needed and it must be possible to do it.

"Understood!"

Carmilla looked at Triga with tenderness in her eyes, and whispered, "Wait for me, wait for me!"

"Thank you sister!"

Carmilla stood up and looked at Camilla, who was the person who cared about her the most besides Triga and was also her most important family member.

Camilla reached out and tapped Carmilla's head, smiling, "Silly girl, you are still so polite to your sister."

Hearing Camilla's words, Carmilla felt warm in her heart. It felt so good to be cared for by others.

Camilla warned, "Be careful whether you are targeting Shinaka Kengo or Youlian."

"That guy had a little adventure, and his strength grew very quickly."

"If you have any major problems, you can come to us. Don't try to be brave."

"..."

After hearing Camilla's instructions, Carmilla did not get annoyed or nagging, but just listened very carefully.

"By the way, sister, what is the division of our strength realms?"

Carmilla suddenly asked curiously. She had never known these in detail and had only a vague concept of them.

Sidoram and Dagon also listened with great curiosity, and they both wanted to know the division of power.

"The division of strength?"

There was a gleam of reminiscence in Camilla's eyes. If it weren't for him, she would probably have only a vague concept of him like Carmilla.

After a long while, Camilla slowly opened her mouth and explained the division of realms.

After saying this, Camilla's eyes flashed with sadness, and she sighed that her strength was weak.

……

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Zhang Mo rubbed his nose in confusion and looked around in confusion.

"Who is scolding me recently?"

He lost count of how many times he sneezed in just these few days.

Some helpless.

Really, who is cursing a dying person?

He looked around in confusion.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to pay attention!"

Zhang Mo shook his head and continued to pick up the pen in his hand.

The endless green grassland exudes vitality. Zhang Mo sits cross-legged on the grass. A breeze blows by, and her silver hair flutters in the wind.

There is a cliff not far ahead, and the waves hitting the cliff make people feel suddenly peaceful.

A page has been turned in the book in front of me.

Zhang Mo pondered for a moment and continued writing.

One by one, words emitting an inexplicable aura fell onto the white paper.

The whole book seemed to come alive, with a faint and inexplicable aura spreading over it.

The jumping characters seem to reflect the past time and space of the universe.

After a long time, Zhang Mo suddenly stopped writing, raised his head, and a hint of confusion flashed between his brows, but it disappeared in an instant.

"I gave them the opportunity to become gods, but I also cut off their possibility of making further progress in a million years!"

Zhang Mo pondered for a moment and then started writing again.

"Hey, when did you find such a good place?"

Dagu's surprised voice came.

Zhang Mo didn't say much, just stared into the distance.

Dagu walked straight to Zhang Mo and sat down: "I didn't expect there is such a beautiful place here!"

Suddenly Dagu noticed the book in Zhang Mo's hand and was stunned: "Are you writing a book?"

"let me see!"

"I, Dark Tiga, have been sleeping for thirty million years!"

Zhang Mo spoke with a vicissitudes of life in his tone: "It can be regarded as my autobiography. When I finish writing it, I will leave it to you as a souvenir."

"It can be considered that I still have traces of my existence in this vast universe."

As he spoke, Zhang Mo couldn't help but laugh.

Da Gu's eyes lit up and he said, "Well, let's put it this way. Remember, you must hand it to me in person when you finish writing it!"

Zhang Mo was stunned for a moment, then understood what Da Gu meant, nodded and said with a smile: "Sure!"

"A word is settled!"

"It's a deal!"

Zhang Mo seemed to have remembered something and said, "It won't just be me by then. Tiga will also have an autobiography, but it's a pity that he hasn't written it yet."

"I'll hand them over to you when the time comes. It will also serve as proof of my existence!"

Dagu's expression was somewhat surprised, and there was a look of confusion in his eyes.

"Don't think too much, Tiga isn't dead yet."

"An old monster that has lived for countless years won't die so easily."

Zhang Mo looked into the distance with a relaxed tone.

"Haha, it's not that easy to die!"

Da Gu shook his head, and it was hard to tell whether his tone was sarcasm or a sigh.

Zhang Mo was a little helpless, "You guys, how can you kill the conversation so easily?"

"Why don't these people who are about to die sigh in sorrow?"

"You guys always give me the illusion that you are the ones who are going to die."

Da Gu glanced at Zhang Mo and said helplessly, "Your friends, brothers, and family are all thinking about you."

"Is this a question that will kill the conversation?"

Zhang Mo smiled awkwardly, well!

"You two are crazy!"

Da Gu looked into the distance and muttered to himself.

"There's nothing wrong with being crazy, we're just crazy about ourselves!"