Starting with Growing Mushrooms-Chapter 369 - 285: A World of Despair and Suffering (2)

Chapter 369: Chapter 285: A World of Despair and Suffering (2)

Countless people wept bitterly.

As if they had seen the scene of rockets from the old days rising to the sky, stepping into the sea of stars.

One small step for humankind, one giant leap.

The historical significance before us is no less than humanity’s successful rocket launch, the first journey into the sea of stars.

Five thousand years later.

Space train technology was fully matured.

Various long-distance underwater trains extended in all directions at the subway stations beneath each ocean island.

Traveling to other galaxies became extraordinarily simple for people.

The civilization of this era began to be named after Sona, known as the Sona Civilization.

They harvested resources from the distant star sea, entering into an infinite resource mode.

The sub-oceanic metro network was vast, and the numerous space trains made the tourism industry of each galaxy exceptionally prosperous.

Yet eighty thousand years passed.

Sona received a call from their teacher.

This elderly person had reached the end of life, "I have no hope of witnessing the birth of the Seventh Tier, but I hope your path is correct, that giving birth is the wrong path to becoming stronger. I hope you create a new world!"

Sona hung up the communication, choosing not to see their teacher one last time despite the now advanced transportation.

Because he was busy with an important project and couldn’t spare the time, "Teacher, you will see it, this is also my lifelong dream."

After completing [Space Storage] and [Space Transmission], he planned to start the next project [Artificial Space Ocean].

He aimed to choose a deep-sea area of seventy thousand nautical miles in the infinite space deep sea, create an artificial space ocean there, and attempt to settle his civilization within.

Countless ocean trains precisely transported building materials, serving as the premise for constructing this artificial deep sea.

"I will definitely succeed!"

Ten thousand years later.

He failed, and the civilization despaired.

The technology involved was several hundred times more challenging, not on the same scale.

"The artificial ocean must establish a surrounding isolation belt... like an eggshell, protecting this artificial ocean from the natural ocean currents of the space seabed’s space tides!"

But Sona was not discouraged.

Three times, eight times, twelve times.

He repeatedly attempted to establish this eggshell to protect the artificial ocean.

Every attempt resulted in the artificial inland sea exploding due to the impact of the currents, with space trains transporting supplies sinking into the endless deep sea and disappearing.

"Failed, it failed again!"

By the fifteenth attempt, they invented current detection technology.

By finding the stable tidal cycle of space currents, they constructed the artificial inland sea in a stable deep-sea area.

"Buoy number two shows no anomalies."

"Buoy number three shows no anomalies, no current invasion detected!"

One message after another brought Sona ecstasy.

After numerous failures traversing various galaxies to find a stable space ocean, they finally found a thirty-thousand-year period of current stability in a certain region.

Thirty-thousand-year tidal stability.

Allowed them enough time to construct a space new world beneath those seventy thousand nautical miles!

"We must spare no expense!"

"Yes, at all costs, the time is too short, we might not find another one in the future!"

Just like the best time to launch a probe to Mars in the old days, they couldn’t miss this moment.

Efforts to build!

It became the sole main theme for the Sona Civilization moving forward.

After exhausting countless laborers and losing innumerable space trains, they aimed to build a monumental wonder, achieving their lifelong dream.

Just when completion of the space inland sea loomed in twenty-eight thousand years, an accident occurred.

"What, buoy number 13 detected an 8th-grade spatial current in seven hundred years?"

"Clearly, it was at the very last moment!"

"Thirty-thousand years of monitoring calculations were bound to encounter variables, bet lives on it!"

"Yes, within seven hundred years, even if it means a captain piloting each space train, we must forge a flood barrier to block this tide outside!"

The war began.

Walls of iron formed flood barriers.

But when the spatial attack struck, they exhausted all the civilization’s trains to keep the adversary outside.

"We succeeded."

They sacrificed ninety percent of their population and resources, completely sinking into the endless dark deep currents, finally warding off this natural disaster.

As they rejoiced, a scene that filled them with despair unfolded:

"What, there’s another 15th-grade dark current following this current?"

"Why! Why wasn’t it detected before?"

"Because this current was hidden behind the previous 8th-grade current, effectively covering for the opponent..."

Endless despair engulfed the Sona Civilization.

They realized they had gambled everything and lost.

"The remaining time is not sufficient to build the spatial eggshell. An incomplete artificial ocean cannot resist the impact!"

A thousand years later, they could only watch in despair as their entire life’s work, the almost-completed inland sea, was washed away, all lifelong effort reduced to nothing.

And the entire civilization was reduced to just a few surviving individuals, Sona was nearly driven mad.

But amidst the great sadness, they unexpectedly discovered a strange treasure: "What is this?"

He suddenly realized he had acquired the power to create space.

He could casually shape an artificial space ocean.

Despite spending the entire one hundred plus generations of the civilization’s effort, countless sacrifices, the ultimate dream of countless sacrifices was so casually realized?

Can I casually shape it?

"What exactly is this? What did I receive? Why didn’t you appear earlier?" Holding the Divine Object, he became even more distraught.

His dream seemed to be so easily negated.

But he quickly casually shaped an artificial space ocean, taking the surviving civilization into the deep sea amidst the incomprehension and confusion of all companions.

Sona himself fell into puzzlement.

He felt a growing fear in his heart.

This Mysterious Divine Object existed on a level far beyond his comprehension, much like how primitive humans couldn’t understand space trains traversing galaxies.

Moreover.

He suddenly realized a fact: Effort will always pale in comparison to cheating!

This cheating Divine Object can, with a simple touch, accomplish what a lifetime of spatial research could not!

No matter what, they ultimately succeeded.

"Is this the deep sea!"

He continuously controlled his spatial ocean to dive deeper, seeing planets sinking into the ocean.

He saw various chaotic objects swept along by turbulent spatial currents.

He even saw some ancient space trains of different styles, it was then he realized:

"So, we aren’t the only civilization who built trains."

"They probably experienced the same failures as us, even total destruction... If not for this mysterious object I encountered, I would’ve been among these myriad failures!"

Sona suddenly had a terrifying thought: Why is the reality of the Cosmos so vast and empty, filled with sparse planetary islands?

The entire Cosmos is like a great age of exploration, with only scattered planetary islands for life to inhabit?

A scientist nearby suddenly began shaking, "Isn’t it possible, I’m just saying it’s possible... In a distant ancient era, the Cosmos was one massive landmass, with four oceans and seven continents... At the very least, densely packed archipelagos."

"But one desperate Sixth Tier civilization after another, like us, sank planets one after another, building countless space trains, exploring the deep ocean, and sinking endless resources into the deep sea..."

"The Cosmos became so barren, the water level rose because much of the lands sank into the sea, becoming civilizations lost to time."

Sona breathed rapidly, looking at various ancient unknown civilization relics submerged in the deep sea, feeling a growing fear.

— Beneath the spatial ocean, all were the corpses of various civilizations, making the Cosmos void, leaving only isolated islands.

The whole world was bodies...

What a hopeless world this is.

What a painful and tragic world do we live in?

Sona was fearful at heart, but did not dwell on it, and continued piloting the spatial ocean on a long voyage,

"I am the chosen one, I will surely lead civilization to surpass the Seventh Tier in this new world beneath the deep sea."

With a cheat, he finally realized the joy of cheating!

Sona understood, the destruction was not the end, now a new beginning would come.