Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane! Chapter 1372 - Born in Abundance

Chapter 1372: Born in Abundance

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Now that things had come to this, the Turan civilization had completed the first phase, and its appearance had changed.

However, at this time, the Turan civilization still retained a large number of spirit cores that originated from their mother planet.

No matter what their appearance looked like, the Turan people still believed in their civilization, believed in their compatriots, believed in the strength of working together and uniting against a common enemy, and believed that the fire of civilization required everyone’s hard work to protect it. They were

certain that no matter when, where, or how dangerous the situation was, they would be able to trust their compatriots with their lives.

‘When the Hope crossed the sea of stars, countless martyrs were united as one. The n.o.ble spirit of the dead shone like a lighthouse, guiding the Turan people in their direction.

If this lighthouse could s.h.i.+ne forever.

Even if its appearance turned into a ferocious beast.

The Turan civilization might be able to continue in a new way and win the battle of survival, as people believed.

However..

A deeper level, the second stage of change that involved the soul and spirit began.

The Turan civilization, which had advanced in the Battle of Monsters, was once again pushed to the edge of a cliff by the treacherous fate.

No, it wasn’t a totem beast.

At this time, the totem beasts had already lost the ability to attack and destroy the Tulan civilization.

From ‘threat’to ‘trouble’.

Even from ‘Trouble’, it had become the target of the Tulan people for hunting, training, entertainment, and gathering raw materials.

The Monster Wars would end in three to five years.

The Tulan civilization was about to usher in a new era of construction and development.

At that time, all of the Tulan people firmly believed this.

Even the most cautious pessimist only believed that the Tulan people could not completely destroy the totem beasts, and that the latter would be like the annoying c.o.c.kroaches, fleas, and rats, coexisting with the Tulan people for a long time.

However, c.o.c.kroaches, fleas, and rats were, after all, only a plague of scabies, and could not interfere with the general direction of the civilization’s advance.

This time, the fatal threat that came quietly was the mandala tree.

It was the mandala tree that drifted with the wind and spread throughout the entire Tulan River basin. It took root deep into the earth, and it grew wantonly all over the mountains and plains, bearing numerous fruits that provided sufficient nutrition and psionic energy for the Tulan people.

One day, the mandala tree that was originally diligent, hardworking, and could automatically absorb psionic energy from the depths of the Earth, giving birth to countless mandala fruits, allowing the Tulan civilization to have a population explosion at the same time, a mandala tree that doesn’t have to

worry about food.

It’s all blossoming.

Turanze tured into a sea of flowers and flowers.

At first, the ignorant turans were delighted by the dreamy scene.

They see it as both a symbol of victory.

It’s the New World’s recognition of outsiders.

From this moment on, the Tulan civilization was fully integrated into the New World Ecosystem, and the Tulan people became the natural masters of the New World from the Outsiders to the aborigines.

The overjoyed Tulan people held a grand celebration under the mandala tree, which was full of flowers.

People enjoyed delicious food and drank wine. They held hands and laughed loudly around the mandala tree.

The children climbed to the crown of the mandala tree nimbly like apes. They plucked the overly bright flowers and wove them into beautiful garlands. They wore them on their heads as if they were wearing a crown that belonged to the “Spirit of all things.”.

Everything was so beautiful.

It was so beautiful that it was like a ridiculous farce.

‘When the farce that had lasted for several days and nights finally ended, people gradually woke up from their hangovers. They found in disbelief that the mandala tree that had bloomed did not bear fruit at all!

That’s right. Every mandala tree in the whole of tulanze, whether it was growing on the banks of the fertile Tulan River or in the barren land of the barren mountains and rivers.

Be it experimental subject No. 1, which had been carefully bred by the biochemical experts, genetically tailored, and injected with a large amount of nutrient solution, or the wild species and mutants whose seeds were drifting in the wind and growing as wild as bamboo shoots.

It was as if some mysterious command had been activated at the same time and then tightened the valve.

Stop absorbing nutrients and psionic energy from the underground, stop producing results, and stop sending even the tiniest bit of resources to the surface.

The Turan people were shocked.

After all, in the past few decades, due to the magnet and the mandala tree, even though the monster wars were raging, the population of the Turan civilization had increased exponentially.

As the s.p.a.ce turbulence caused by the Hope’s transmigration gradually weakened, the Turan environment became more stable. Earthquakes, floods, and volcanic eruptions became less and less frequent.

This also created precious s.p.a.ce for the Turan people to reproduce.

In addition, the soul magnet could stimulate the unlimited expansion of various desires and shorten the time needed for birth and post-natal recovery.

After coming to the New World, the population growth of the Turan people far exceeded that of any period in the mother planet’s era.

Before the mandala tree bloomed, no one thought this was a problem.

Instead, they felt that the number of the Tulan people was still too small.

After all, their sights were not limited to the Tulan River basin.

They were a great civilization that wanted to conquer the entire New World and once again charge towards the Sea of stars!

From the gravity of the habitable planet beneath their feet, the oxygen content, and the size of the native animals and plants, the volume and ma.s.s of the New World should be about the same as that of the mother planet.

Even with the population size of the mother planet, the New World could at least accommodate a hundred times more Tulan people.

In any case, the mandala tree would continue to bear fragrant fruits.

Not only would it be impossible to have a food shortage problem.

‘What should be a headache instead was that there were too many mandala trees all over the mountains and plains, and they also bore too many mandala fruits. Many of the fruits were rich in nutrients, so full that they could be broken with a single blow. They either quickly rotted and returned to the

earth.., it would be a waste to the totemic beasts and the snakes, insects, rats, and ants that lurked in the earth.

The Tulan people who were used to drawing resources from the mandala trees were like the sons of rich families who were extravagant.

They never had the habit of saving and saving.

They had long forgotten how to cultivate, plant, fertilize, and harvest. They relied on their own hard work and sweat to obtain the food they needed to survive. The experts who knew the relevant knowledge and technology had long died, they had changed jobs and become aggressive orcs.

Moreover, even if they were willing to start from scratch, sow seeds, plant crops, and work hard to harvest, it was impossible.

In the past few decades, the mandala tree, which had been personally created by the Tulan people, had overdeveloped roots. Without realizing it, it had grown crazily, and its roots were intertwined. It firmly entrenched and controlled the entire Tulan River basin.

‘Whether it was barren or fertile land, as long as one dug deep enough, they would be able to find mandala roots that were like the hibernating giant pythons.

The appet.i.te of these roots was even greater than that of the giant pythons that had just woken up from hibernation.

They greedily sucked every drop of nutrients from the depths of the Earth.

Only the mandala tree and its accompanying plants could receive nutrients and thrive.

Other plants that were deprived of s.p.a.ce and resources, even if they were able to grow out of it, they would still look like deformities and malnourished. They wouldn’t be able to grow enough food for the entire Turan people.

On the journey of the hope through the Sea of stars, the Turan people had a difficult time when they were lacking in resources.

At that time, the Turan people knew how to split a grain of rice into two portions to eat.

They could also eat the synthetic food that was created from their own body’s waste after hundreds of cycles.

The Turan people knew how it felt to be hungry, but they also knew how to eat quietly and quietly until their stomach lost its ability to move.

‘When the hungry people of Tulan came to the New World, they successfully created the mandala tree with the stimulation of the spiritual magnet, and for the first time, they had almost endless food.

They had also been like a mental illness, still carefully controlling their appet.i.te, and secretly hiding the food that was no longer valuable in every corner, they were afraid that the hard times of food scarcity would come again.

However, the mandala tree was too perfect.

It was so perfect that their ridiculous performance was as if they were afraid that the sky would collapse.

More and more mandala fruits piled up in every corner.

It was also like a flood, was.h.i.+ng away the memory of hunger and scarcity of the Tulan people.

Many of the Turan people who had suffered from hunger during the hard times even developed a strong desire for revenge.

They devoured and squandered to get back at the “ERA of hunger’when they were still on the hope.

No matter how much they consumed and wasted, the mandala trees and mandala fruits continued to grow like seawater that would never dry up.

Later, whether it was the mental illness of the Tulan people or the over-thrifty Tulan people.

‘Whether it was the revenge mentality of the Tulan people or the profligate Tulan people.

They were all dead.

Even with sufficient food, the Tulan at that time was still a dangerous place.

The mortality rate of the early pioneers and hunters was extremely high.

A group of dozens of explorers had been active in the wilderness for three to five years. All the old people had died and replaced with new people. This was very normal.

The new generation born in Turan ze did not have the concept of hunger.

Even through Haka, the memory of their parents starving on the hope would occasionally flash through their minds.

However, the mandala fruit that was easily available to them was shattered by the reality in front of them.

Just as the people of Earth said:

Everything that has existed since I was born is a matter of course, a matter of course.

If it is said that the elderly will be more and more mandala trees and fruits, as the never-ending sea water.

The birth and growth of a new generation with the mandala tree, the mandala fruit as air.

Who cares about the air unless it’s suffocating?