I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 880 - 880 879. Urukluqqa

Chapter 880: 879. Urukluqqa Chapter 880: 879. Urukluqqa The world of the Octopus Man was far from a lovely place.

Even before life had emerged, when the planet was still a savage wilderness, Pollution had already arrived.

In those fiery, molten magma, Pollution blossomed like flowers, gradually cooling the ceaseless flow.

Thus, the land was born.

Upon the rocks, Pollution did not halt its stride but continued to expand, growing its power in the rainwater.

Lightning provided the energy needed for material transformations, and Pollution circulated within it, as the substance known as “organic matter” was born from the cold primal ocean, going through certain miraculous reactions, and with the first push of Pollution, consciousness was born.

Once consciousness appeared, the spread of Pollution accelerated even more.

Evolution, like a virus, began to spread across the entire planet.

Life was influenced by and in turn influenced the environment.

In the cold Stone and the warm sea, under the starry sky, wondrous creatures fermented.

It was then that certain beings, adrift between the stars, took notice of this place.

Merely a glance cast down brought devastating disaster, with over ninety percent of life forms vanishing forever from the historical river due to those great beings’ fleeting gaze.

The remaining ten percent underwent unimaginable Mutation.

It was at this time that the ancestors of the Octopus Man appeared.

Just as most of Earth’s creatures share a common ancestor with five fingers, the ancestor of the Octopus Man also passed down the characteristic of tentacles.

In the sea, jellyfish with countless tentacles swarmed together, forming clouds in the ocean.

Above in the sky, those light beings that swam with tentacles gradually took over the heavens, blocking out the sun.

On the land, slimy, wriggling creatures used the rocks to form shells, gradually taking their first biological steps.

Three different directions of Octopus Men, through eons of evolution, eventually became three distinctly different creatures.

The three possessed completely different civilizations structures, technological developments, and ideologies.

Perhaps because the planet was so vast, these creatures did not realize each other’s existence until their civilizations gradually began to take shape.

After the initial exploratory communications, the war started.

The prolonged warfare lasted a million years, countless cities were destroyed, and countless kinsmen died in various machines specialized in killing.

The Octopus Men in the sea ultimately claimed victory.

They developed biotechnology, gained an advantage with extremely exaggerated physical modification techniques, bioengineering technology, and created a kind of wondrous biological machine.

This biological machine was extremely small; even cells were huge in comparison.

But this machine was extremely flexible, capable of continuous self-replication within a short time, multiplying, and eventually taking control of all the cells of an organism, altering its consciousness.

On Earth, such machines were called viruses.

In the world of the Octopus Men, these machines had easily dealt with their enemies. In the end, the Octopus Men emerged onto land, occupied the sky, and even reached the universe, wandering among the stars.

Having experienced wars of excessive length, the Octopus Men had become a civilization dominated by warfare. They were born for war, and under the transformation of biotechnology, every cell of the Octopus Men was armed into a weapon.

They were not only adept at manipulating all advanced weaponry but had also mastered psychic powers, enabling them to influence the real world with their minds and step into the realm of the extraordinary. They possessed strong bodies and resolute wills, and even after death, their bodies could rapidly decompose, dispersing a potent virus powerful enough to corrode all organisms. Over the hundreds of thousands of years following their unification, the Octopus Men had traveled nearly everywhere in their galaxy.

They had encountered various civilizations, but for the Octopus Men, conquest was the only path.

These mighty beings represented a dimensionally transcendent threat to most civilizations. Even if some civilizations had technological levels scarcely different from that of the Octopus Men, they had not experienced a million years of war. Hence, without time to respond, these civilizations were already conquered, destroyed, and ground to dust.

At their most powerful, a single Octopus Man in their universe could destroy a civilization that had already mastered controlled nuclear fusion and lower tiers of extraordinary powers.

Many Octopus Men had encountered the deepest darkness of the universe, falling into the abyss and becoming detached from civilization.

Some Octopus Men were corrupted by indescribable great existences, turning into clansmen and puppets.

Eventually, the prying by some Octopus Men drew the attention of those supreme beings.

The entire civilization suffered a tremendous trauma in an instant; over ninety-nine percent of the Octopus Men were reduced to dust in a storm that spanned more than a million light-years, those once radiant civilizations, their technology, their majestic homeworld—all were obliterated.

The surviving Octopus Men could only cling to life on the outskirts of the cosmos, relying on machinery whose principles they didn’t even understand.

Fortunately, after encountering some ineffable deities, Urukluqqa, an Octopus Man, had survived an attack by a cosmic monster, entered the Foreign Domain, and continued developing to arrive at its current position.

Urukluqqa swam in the sea, finding the changes brought by the rain extremely comfortable. Although he had never seen his homeworld and did not know what that profound ocean was like, now, the cold rain made him feel as if he had returned home.

Although that home had long ceased to exist and he had never been there.

On the edge of the storm, an army of the undead marched tirelessly. The sudden downpours did nothing to slow their advance. This army was enough to destroy any city-state in the Wasteland, and what was most terrifying was that with every raindrop of plague that fell, all humans would be transformed into the undead. The army would receive an unending supply of forces, growing stronger with every battle.

One day, this planet would become an ocean, and within that sea, perhaps new life could brew.

But that had nothing to do with Urukluqqa anymore.

He had no dreams of restoring the greatness of the Octopus Men. He just wanted to live well, to live in the present. Especially after witnessing the traces of many great existences and understanding the pressure of the Ancient Overlords through his travels in the Foreign Domain, Urukluqqa only wished for a relatively peaceful life.

For this mission, he had chosen the least problematic way to accomplish it.

As long as all enemies were dealt with, there would be no one to hinder him from completing his mission.

For the Octopus Men, conquest was the only theme.

Urukluqqa rose from the water and looked ahead.

Suddenly, in the midst of whipping wind and sand, he spotted a figure sprinting towards him.

*

Requesting recommendation tickets, monthly tickets!