"Is it still not enough? Our current body is too weak!"
Seeing the tab unable to pull open, bones cracking, Emperor Atabia did not show anger, only a trace of regret in his eyes:
"Our civilization level, which clearly stole the Divine Blood of the Gods, built the Tower of Babel, and imitated the Giant God, can't even achieve one percent or one-thousandth of the God's true great power at our civilization level?"
"Then let's start adjusting muscle structures! Improve the load-bearing of the skeletal framework!" he began to say.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
With a command, the whole body's spine, the Tower of Babel, served as the central command unit, running through the center, up and down of the body, with intellectuals of civilizations starting to calculate the just-exerted force data, computing a more perfect body structure.
Crack.
The body was constantly evolving as he continued to attempt opening the can's tab.
"Your Majesty, our energy reserve is insufficient!"
"The six-day lifespan has been reduced to less than four days!"
"It's already been two days."
"The genetic structure is collapsing faster."
"There is a malfunction in the arm structure!"
"Your Majesty, your lifespan is now less than two days! If we don't have energy replenishment, we will inevitably..."
"The energy is right in front of us, but we can't open the tab! Are we going to die on the eve of this?"
"Your Majesty, muscle fibers are fracturing again..."
"Your Majesty, we..."
...
One after another, messages came in.
In the next moment, the Giant held the beef can with one hand and pulled the tab with the other, exerting all his strength, yet it did not move.
The Empire's chief strategist said:
"Your Majesty, I suggest using the backup plan: annihilate, destroy the fifty trillion population on the earth, carry out mass extermination of the seventy percent of the population! Replenish the enormous nutrients for the Tower of Babel."
Inside the entire room.
The ground was densely packed with buildings and life forms; even the walls had buildings and cities, all being immense energy.
"Exterminate, still, exterminate seventy percent of the population?"
He stood in a daze, as if returning to the predestined path.
Emperor Atabia became furious:
"I can't do it! I refuse! How could I walk the fate planned for me?"
He began to pull the tab again and again, yet repeatedly exhausted his strength, even feeling his consciousness gradually blur, as if the whole person was about to head towards destruction.
Memories flashed by like a revolving lantern.
He suddenly recalled the world-destroying day when fate changed completely, along with his close friend Herodotus, carrying the ark in the Great Flood saying:
"Your Majesty, will we ever truly have peace in the future?"
"Of course! I am the smartest hero of the entire civilization, and I will absolutely slaughter all the gods in heaven, allowing everyone never to have to live in constant fear, afraid of the Outer God destroying our world."
"Your Majesty, can our dreams really be realized?"
"Definitely! I will lead you through this Great Flood and the future successive mass extinctions, always saving our citizens. As long as we live, there will always be hope."
"Rest assured! I will certainly protect every citizen!" Emperor Atabia was covered with a gentle radiance.
—Hmph, I was deceiving you all along.
The ministers wanted him to be a wise king, a spiritual belief, protecting all citizens. What a laughable matter for someone fundamentally rebellious?
When the citizens died out, he didn't even feel regret! He merely acted as a wise king to embody the gentle monarch they needed because he shared the same goal with the citizens, which was to conquer the unfathomable Outer God.
He was an arrogant one all along. When he first saw the Outer God, a fervent thought instinctively emerged: How does this entity exist? What is its structural form? Could I become it? What lies outside the world? Could I challenge the breathtakingly magnificent life forms outside Heaven?
"What a joke! Following the path laid out for me, exterminating seventy percent of the population? Is death that frightening? I refuse!!"
Emperor Atabia couldn't help but angrily shout: "Start adjusting muscle structures! Improve the load-bearing of the skeletal frame! Increase all powers to the max!"
"But Your Majesty! We need to be rational—"
"There's no 'but'!! Only those timid and cowardly would be beneath me for this reason!" He was full of ridicule and scorn.
"If muscle mass is inadequate! Then embed the limited muscles into the skeleton, exerting force from within!"
"If bones are too fragile! Then compress the bone structure, even if the body size shrinks!"
"There will always be a way! There must be a way! I'm not pitying those people! Nor am I the benevolent wise king you always saw, but if I eat my kind, I'll have truly become useless! Unable to even open the first step, losing all dignity, walking the fate arranged for me, what is left to pursue!"
"If the first step can't be won, then a lifetime can't be won. I might as well die right now!!"
He loudly roared: "If I don't have enough capability to become a flesh life! Then let me temporarily become a skeletal life first! Evolve myself into a form that can exert force to pull the tab!"
The strong consciousness of the whole person was simultaneously controlling the body, coordinating with internal structural evolution, essence, energy, spirit; at this moment, a certain qualitative change occurred, his lower body fused into the giant's skull, as if it had completely become one with his body.
He, as this single cell, truly became the soul of a giant, controlling the surrounding neurons built for him, commanding the limbs of the body.
Crack.
Crack!!
The whole body seemed to be bursting with power, the bones recompiling, muscles rearranging more rationally, exerting force, erupting with unprecedented force, as if nurturing a flame burning within, life force constantly igniting, flesh dissolving.
Evolution!
Evolution, evolution, evolving again!
Consciousness blurred, the soul trembled.
In endless darkness, a beam of light seemed to appear in a flash before his eyes.
He acquired the Zombie Lord's bloodline, this "alien being" was quite unbelievable; under his constant evolution, his body size was constantly melting, the skeletal frame condensing and shrinking from a height of 1.8 meters to 1.4 meters, muscles actually embedding into the bones, like relief carvings being embedded inside the skeleton to exert force, stretching.
"So this is true life! Genes aren't the entire expression, consciousness, courage, and all that influences the gene body is spirit and soul; genes and consciousness together, this is what defines advanced life!" He suddenly revealed a hint of sudden understanding, seemingly mobilizing all essence, energy, and spirit.
Roar!
He bellowed, as if condensing the power of muscles and bones into one, aligning waist and hips, using existing power to erupt several times with extremely condensed power, as if bringing scattered structures into a solid mountain range.
"Still not enough! The power isn't unified enough! Consciousness must evolve further!" he shouted, feeling the tab finally move, the full-body muscle power twisting like a tug-of-war rope, needing continued pulling.
"Why is it still not enough!"
"Why, why is it still not enough!!!"
Crack! The muscles within the internal world exploded, bones reorganized, bone marrow made room, muscles densely woven into the skeleton aiding force exertion, the sound of crackling continuously erupted.
Inside the Tower of Babel, the sages were running tirelessly, adjusting structures.
Boom!
In the next moment, the can was finally opened, water rushing out.
The Giant couldn't resist gulping down mouthfuls of beef and broth, a substantial intake of sweet nutrients recharging him, as if all the civilization's efforts were rewarded at this moment.
At this moment, it was as though they were earthlings building telescopes, seeing a brilliant, boundless starry sky, a brand-new future.
"We won! The Atabians did it!!"
"Your Majesty! You are our new god, we opened it, we successfully stole the God's food!"
"Commencing analysis! Absorbing nutrients!"
"Energy replenished, your lifespan is recovering!"
"Six days, eight days, nine days!"
The Atabians in the Tower of Babel, a tumultuous roar of cheers, the civilization celebrated, they broke the curse of death. Finally opened the can, had enough nutrients to build plentiful flesh.
"..."
Li Qing also looked on, speechless.