Chapter 2375 Drucker's Genetic Factors (2)

"what?!"

As soon as this statement came out, it was shocking!

Zhang Yi suddenly raised his head. Although he was somewhat surprised, he remained calm.

He had speculated about this possibility.

The ancient civilizations described Drucker as follows in their historical records.

They are fierce and powerful, with extremely tenacious vitality.

Even if the Creator used every means at his disposal—sending down glaciers that hadn't melted for millions of years, dropping meteorites from the depths of space, unleashing massive floods, and shifting continental plates—

However, the Drucker people still managed to survive.

No matter how many times, no matter how powerful the civilization or race the Creator creates, even if the Druckers are initially suppressed, they will always be able to fight back.

This sense of resilience and tenacious vitality is very much like that of the sixth generation of humans.

Greed, tenacity, and resilience...aren't these exactly the traits of Zhang Yi and his group?

In the midst of the apocalypse, they struggled and emerged from dire straits time and time again.

Now, there are already two ancient civilizations that have been destroyed by Zhang Yi and his group.

If such a race were allowed to grow for billions of years, they would certainly arouse Kagago's apprehension.

They are the cancer cells of this universe.

Inside the shadow space, a collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the air.

Professor Leonardo da Vinci's eyes widened in shock, but he quickly lowered his head in deep thought.

"We are actually descendants of the Druckers? This is shocking!"

Brian immediately jumped up and barked loudly.

But soon, it suddenly froze.

"Hey? You're descendants of the Druckers, what does that have to do with me? I'm a dog!"

Having figured this out, it let out a long sigh.

"Damn it, I almost empathized with you guys."

Zhou Ke'er covered her mouth, and Yang Siya almost dropped the cup in her hand. Even Yang Xinxin, who usually had no expression, had a slight twitch in her deep eyes.

Does the gene pool of six generations contain Drucker-like elements?

The truth was so shocking that it almost overturned all their understanding!

They are tools used by the Creator to eliminate rebellion, yet the blood of rebels flows in their veins.

Zhang Yi quickly calmed down, her mind racing, countless clues beginning to connect:

"So... that's why I could absorb the mad owl's essence relatively easily? Why can I both resonate with and resist Samael's mental pollution? Why can I vaguely sense the power of this universe? Because we share the same origin?!"

Ling confirmed Zhang Yi's conjecture: "Yes. You are a collection of contradictions, the most complex and riskiest creation of the Creator."

"He fused the bloodline of his mortal enemy into a new vessel, perhaps to understand his opponent, perhaps to create a more perfect cleaner, or perhaps... he had a deeper purpose that even we cannot fathom."

She looked at Zhang Yi with a complicated expression: "Now, do you understand? What you are facing is not only the external Druk gods, but also the instinct and madness that belong to the Druk people hidden deep in your own blood."

"How to balance, manage, and even transcend this bloodline may be the key to whether you can survive and find the real answer."

The amount of information was enormous, and Zhang Yi needed time to process it. But his gaze, fixed on the depths of the forest, became even more resolute.

The road ahead remains shrouded in mist, but at least he has gained a more fundamental understanding of himself and his six generations.

Knowing yourself is always the first step to defeating all enemies.

……

The truth revealed by Ling stirred up waves in Zhang Yi's heart that lingered for a long time.

The discussions within the shadow space gradually subsided, as everyone needed time to process this earth-shattering secret concerning their own origins.

Zhang Yi's mind raced, connecting Ling's words, Samael's whispers, and various clues from the past.

A clear logical chain gradually formed in his mind.

"I understand……"

Zhang Yi muttered to himself, his eyes sharp as knives.

"The Creator created six generations of us, and the reason why He chose to incorporate the genes of the Drucker people was because He valued their almost immortal and tenacious vitality."

"It's like... like grafting the genes of the most stubborn weeds onto crops, hoping that the new varieties will retain the controllability of crops while also possessing the survival ability of weeds."

He looked at his hands, as if he could see through to the secrets hidden deep within his genes.

"He needs a knife that is tough enough to last no matter what, to accomplish the almost impossible task of eliminating the Druckers. Because we have inherited the Druckers' tenacity in our bones, making us difficult to completely eradicate."

However, his tone immediately took on a cold, mocking edge:

"However, the Creator clearly left a contingency plan. He gave us Drucker souls, but only a weak and feeble shell."

"It's like trying to kill an elephant by driving ants. Ants may be small, and they might succeed if they work together, but a single ant is ultimately no match for an elephant."

"He both wants us to succeed and fears that if we succeed, we will become a more troublesome entity than the Druckers—a new species with the tenacity of the Druckers, but not entirely under his control."

This deduction made the atmosphere in the shadow space heavy again.

If that's the case, then their situation is not just dangerous, but desperate.

They were working for an employer who both wanted them to win and might destroy them once they did.

An even more terrifying thought, like a cold, venomous snake, quietly coiled around Zhang Yi's mind:

"So... once the Drucker, this nail, has been completely devoured by us ants, and we've lost our usefulness, what will the Creator do with us? Will He let us drift, or... like a cleaning tool, wipe us out as well?"

"It's most likely the latter," Zhang Yi thought.

The thought sent chills down his spine.

He shook his head violently, as if trying to banish this overly dark speculation from his mind.

"It's too early to think about these things now. Even if we guess Kaga's purpose, what can we do if we have no power to resist?"

He told himself, and his gaze became firm again.

"The most urgent task is to survive and become stronger. Only by having sufficient power can we have a voice in any future changes. Otherwise, we won't even qualify to be pawns."

He composed himself and brought his attention back to reality. The Dark Sun Forest was fraught with danger, and he couldn't afford to dwell on worries about the future for long.

"We've rested enough, it's time to set off."

Upon hearing the instruction, Brian immediately perked up, pressing his nose to the ground and carefully discerning the faint traces of life remaining in the air.

"Over here, the scents of Burning Bones and that blind girl are still there, though they're fainter, but the direction is right."