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Chapter 657 Looking Up at the Sky
Shadow lay on the ground, looking at the sky.

Looking up at the sky, what is raised is the "head" of the shadow, and the "sky"...

In a lush forest, there is a vine that grows wildly. Its tendrils are all over the trees in the forest, and the shadow of the vine also spreads across the entire forest.

However, as a plant, no matter how well it grows, it is just an ordinary vine. The only thing it can feel is the sunlight. The warm sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves and shines on the vines that are wrapped around the tree. In order to get more sunlight, it can only climb higher and higher ignorantly.

The shadow of the vines cast by the sunlight on the ground covered an increasingly larger area.

As the vine grows, the shadow also grows.

Every day in the forest is peaceful. As a plant, you don't have to worry about intrigues and plots. You just need to keep growing towards the sun...

The accident happened on a sunny morning.

A battle took place in the forest. A ferocious predator attacked a group of prey, but was killed in a trap. The predator's body was cut into pieces, and the prey carried its body to declare the success of the resistance.

The blood flowed into the shadow of the vines on the ground, watering the earth. Even the dark shadow was dyed a little red, and the picture of the shadow looking at the outside world also turned red.

The predator's eyeball fell into the gap between the vines wrapped around the tree, and slowly connected with the tiny tendrils...

"what is this?"

The vine saw green for the first time. It slowly raised its eyeball and saw the sunlight again.

It stared at the scorching sun for a long time until its eyes were burned dry.

It was back in the darkness, but the vine could never forget that feeling. It was the feeling of the world opening up to it. The "light" it had been chasing was actually such a scorching fireball? The "pillar" it had been entangled with was actually so similar to itself, both made of brown and green.

The vine began to "think" for the first time.

Its new perception allowed it to understand the world for the first time and also enhanced its wisdom.

In order to feel the world again, the vines spontaneously began to search the forest. Countless companion vines no longer chased the sunlight upwards, but spread on the ground, looking for the corpses of those animals.

Finally, it found the right eyes again.

This time the eye was fresher than the previous ones, and the vine had experience this time. It protected the eye with its soft tendrils, just like an animal uses flesh and blood to protect its eyes.

It did not look directly at the sun as it did last time. Instead, it carefully hid its eyes in the shadows and peeked into this forest that was both familiar and unfamiliar to it.

"What a nice view."

Compared with its huge body, this eye seemed not big enough, so it began to look for new eyes.

It wanted to get the eyes of other creatures, but then it thought that those creatures would be very sad if they lost their eyes, so it gave up the idea and went to collect the eyes of corpses instead.

"Since they're all dead, they're useless..."

There were deaths in the forest every day. With the help of the eyes, the vine found it easier and easier to find corpses. Soon it had collected dozens of eyes. It scattered these eyes all over the body and continued to collect eyes.

The more it sees, the clearer its understanding of the world becomes.

Associating "vision" with the things he had touched before, Vine felt more and more that eyes were a magical thing.

As the eyes collected more and more, many eyes "grew" on the shadows on the ground. The vines were not only changing themselves, but also changing their shadows...

With eyes, the vine was already very satisfied. It looked around the forest every day, collected corpses, and did not interfere with other things in the forest. It was only after it had eyes that the vine realized that the forest was not actually "peaceful". There were fights and deaths every moment. Weak creatures fled everywhere, and they lived in fear every day. Their lives were like fragile vine tendrils, which would break if they were not carefully treated, turning into useless corpses.

Many of the vines’ eyes come from these weak creatures. The vines can feel the resentment in the eyes of those weak creatures. They also have hope for survival, but things go against their wishes. The cruel forest cannot tolerate the weak.

Most of the corpses whose eyes the vines collected died with their eyes open. Some of them didn't even know how they died, and there was confusion in their eyes. As more and more eyes were collected, the vines could gradually distinguish the emotions in those eyes.

Fear, confusion, despair, resentment, helplessness, pity, unwillingness...

"Why is it so uncomfortable?"

The emotions in those eyes also affected the vines.

Before collecting eyes, it had never felt such emotions. It was a powerful vine that occupied the entire forest. As a plant, it did not need to participate in those fights. Even if some fragile vines were gnawed by herbivores, it would not feel pain. Its growth rate was much faster than the gnawing speed, so it did not need to worry about such an ethereal thing as "death".

For these weak creatures, death can come at any time.

The vine saw the eyes of those who died with their eyes wide open, and the corpses that were discarded at random, and finally realized that there are differences in the world. Although it has no eyes, it is much luckier than many creatures with eyes...

After understanding the feelings of these weak lives, the vine no longer stood idly by. It began to protect those weak creatures and did its best to protect those lives that should have died.

Gradually, the small animals in the forest also discovered that the vines would protect them, so whenever they were hunted, they would run near the vines for shelter.

Looking at the performance of the little animals, the vine felt needed. It was very happy that it could protect them and also happy that it didn't have to see so many deaths anymore.

However, its wanton interference with the ecology ultimately brought disastrous consequences.

A new wave of death has arrived...

This time, it was not the small animals that were hunted that died, but those "brutal" predators. They could not get enough food, lost out in the struggle for survival, and their numbers dropped sharply.

The forest was full of starving predators.

Their eyes also reveal despair and unwillingness.

The desire for food is always concentrated in the eyes, and it cannot dissipate even after death.

The vine looked at the collected predator eyes and fell into confusion for the first time.

It began to doubt itself and think about "right" and "wrong".

"What is the right thing to do? Intervene? Or not interfere?" It seems that no matter what you do, it is wrong.

The hunger and thirst of living things are instincts. The operation of nature has its own rules. There is always life and death, and it cannot be changed arbitrarily.

But no matter how hard Tengman thought, he couldn't figure out this matter.

As a plant, it has never thought so much. It has collected so many eyes and seen so many things, but it is still confused. The emotions of those creatures are intertwined into a complex web, trapping its thoughts in it.

The weak should die?
Then how can it be considered weak?
If we protect the weak, will the weak's superiors die?

The vine couldn't figure it out, and for the first time it felt regret.

"If you hadn't seen these at the beginning, would you not have had such troubles?"

(End of this chapter)