The end of the world is coming: Socially anxious zombies just want to travel around the world

she says.

Grow up for me and see this beautiful world.

I am Freya, an alien.

My hometown comes from a galaxy far away from the earth. Although the planet is not big, it is full of vitality and home to many living creatures.

Rooted in the land of my hometown is a huge tree that blocks out the sun and is called the Mother Tree.

Every fifty years, the mother tree will be full of fruits. When the fruits are ripe and fall to the ground, a white and soft creature will be revealed inside the cracked fruits. This is how I and my people were born.

We are all living beings born from the Mother Tree.

We have the ability to communicate with all living things on the planet. We survive on spiritual power. Although our bodies are weak, as long as we still have a trace of spiritual power, we can regenerate. After each member of the tribe is born, the tribe leader will personally guide them to deposit a trace of their spiritual power on something and then keep it carefully.

If we do this well, our clan will be immortal in a sense unless our lifespan runs out.

Everything we have was given by the Mother Tree, but at the same time, after a new round of tribesmen reach adulthood, the previous tribesmen must return themselves to the Mother Tree, that is, sacrifice themselves, and allow themselves to be absorbed by the Mother Tree. The tribesmen from the previous round who were sacrificed and absorbed will also lose their memories, start over, and be reborn as new lives.

The excess spiritual power accumulated through the practice of the tribesmen will be transformed by the mother tree into new life, so that the mother tree can bear more fruits and give birth to more tribesmen in the next fifty years.

This cycle repeats itself endlessly.

Each clan leader is the one with the strongest mental power among the clan members born in that round, and I am the one with the strongest mental power born in the 98th round.

The person with the strongest spiritual power in each round is personally raised by the current clan leader in order to be trained to become the next clan leader.

Originally, my life should have gone through this cycle, then dedicated myself to the Mother Tree, and then in the next cycle I would continue to be nurtured by the Mother Tree into a new life, and continue this cycle.

This is how it should be.

But when I was a child, a black hole wandering through space appeared in orbit around our planet.

Although strong mental power can enable our clan to do many things, it is not strong enough to change the movement trajectory of a huge black hole.

The movement trajectory of the black hole is completely random, but as luck would have it, our planet is right in front of its movement trajectory this time.

Unless a miracle happens and the black hole changes its trajectory, there is no way to save my hometown.

Until the black hole approached and swallowed up half of my hometown, and all the tribesmen fell into unknown panic and despair, the current tribe leader received instructions from the Tree Mother.

All I remember at that time was that the sky, which had always been blue, suddenly became half dark, and all the tribesmen placed their hopes of revival on the young me.

I saw with my own eyes how the mother tree's huge self degenerated into a seed, containing a trace of spiritual power from all the tribesmen.

The moment the seed fell into my hands, it turned into a dormant state and lodged in my spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, waiting for the day when I would wake it up.

The black hole continued to devour, and the blue sky was occupied by most of the darkness. All the tribesmen in front of me transferred their spiritual power to me.

Until my body can no longer accommodate more mental power, there will be more mental power surrounding me layer by layer to protect me from the erosion of vacuum pressure in the vast universe, and to ensure that I have enough time to find a planet suitable for survival.

Without the blessing of spiritual power, the figures of the tribesmen gradually dissipated, and they gradually became transparent one by one. The first to disappear was the tribe leader who had been teaching me.

As the tribe leader's figure was disappearing, she covered the protective shield with her hands and touched her five fingers with my small hand. Her voice was still so gentle. That was the last time I heard her speak to me.

"My child, this is the instruction of the Tree Mother and the wish of our entire tribe. This responsibility is a bit too heavy for you, but only in this way can our tribe have hope of revival."

The little me cried like a baby. I knew that if I failed, this would be the last time I would see my people.

"My child, Freya, live on with everything on your shoulders."

The clan leader used up his last bit of mental strength to push, and I, wrapped in layers of mental strength, flew out, until I flew out of my hometown planet and broke free from the powerful attraction of the black hole. I floated in the vast universe and saw with my own eyes that only a corner of my hometown was left being completely swallowed up by the black hole.