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Chapter 731 Death Thought Cycle
The beast that performed well in hunting was noticed by the old patriarch.

It was also able to participate in subsequent hunts, and its role in the hunt became increasingly important.

From being responsible for driving away the prey, it became responsible for besieging, and from being responsible for besieging, it became responsible for formation command. The entire hunting group was under its control. It easily dominated those companions who were much older than it, and easily played with the prey in the palm of its hand, and killed the prey without any effort.

Its talent is indeed terrifyingly excellent. It can master various tactics after only seeing them once, and it can also understand the characteristics and weaknesses of various prey at once. Under its command, the casualties of the hunting team are reduced to a minimum, so other companions also admire it very much, and this admiration even exceeds the limit of age.

But it knows that it is not deliberately trying to "protect" its companions, nor does it care about the lives of its companions at all. It is just following the basic rules of the "game" to reduce consumption to a minimum and win the game with the lowest loss.

None of its companions knew what it was thinking; only its mother discovered its true thoughts.

The mother asked it a question:
"If one day you have to sacrifice a few companions in order to succeed in hunting, what would you choose?"

"My mission is to hunt, so of course I choose to sacrifice." It answered firmly.

"What if your mission is to ensure the safety of your companions?" the mother asked.

"I will find the most appropriate balance." Its answer was still very calm and quick, without any hesitation.

But when the mother saw its confident look, she became very worried.

"Sometimes, life cannot be weighed." The mother advised weakly.

"No, mother, life can be weighed. The food consumed by each companion from birth to death can be calculated, and the contribution made can also be calculated based on its performance. It's like a game. How much is consumed every day and how much is produced every day. If the income from hunting is greater than the total output of this companion minus the total consumption, this companion can be sacrificed..."

It continued to argue with the mother as if describing some kind of game strategy:

"I call those companions units. Unit output minus unit consumption is the unit net benefit. The net benefits of different units are different. I have observed the units in our tribe. Some even have negative net benefits. These units can be sacrificed without hesitation. Next are those with low net benefits, and then those with high net benefits."

"There are also some special units that have a negative net benefit at certain times, but can play a special role at critical moments, such as breeding units, tactical research units, and cooking units... I have calculated every unit in the tribe, and I know their data clearly, so it is very simple to weigh them. I only need to add and subtract, and I can calculate it clearly."

After listening to its explanation, the mother looked at it worriedly, as if she wanted to continue arguing, but finally swallowed her words.

"Mother, please don't worry about me."

"I can't help but worry about you..." The mother said gently, "Just like those strange words you said, as a 'mother unit', I will be proud of you, but I will also be depressed because of you. This is my established data."

The mother suddenly looked at it and asked seriously, "Do you think these random thoughts of mine are useless consumption or effective output?"

"Useless consumption." It answered without hesitation: "These fantasies are unnecessary. Ideas can't play any role."

As it said this, it felt its heart pause, as if it hurt slightly, and then quickly returned to normal.

The mother looked at it and didn't answer, but just gently touched its head.

Its size had unknowingly surpassed its mother's, so much so that it was difficult for her to touch it.

"Please don't worry, mother, just treat me as a 'unit'..."

The mother rubbed it, still without saying anything. Its heart trembled again, and a feeling of sadness appeared in its heart, but disappeared in an instant.

Realizing that its heart was in turmoil, it immediately said goodbye to its mother in a hurry.

Under the pitch-black night, its figure gradually moved away and returned to its companions. It was immediately surrounded by people, and was regarded as the next patriarch. The feeling of being in control of everything gradually returned, suppressing its confused heart.

Looking around again, there were no companions left, only the "units" that had been calculated long ago.

Call ~
It breathed a long sigh of relief and finally returned to "normal".

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The cold wave is coming, and the tribes are about to start a new round of migration.

The old patriarch decided to pass the position of patriarch to it after the migration.

As long as it remembers the migration route, the old patriarch will have nothing to teach it. Its abilities will surpass the old patriarch in all aspects and it will become the strongest "unit" in the tribe.

Soon, the migration began...

Those negative-income units began to consume the food of the tribe. Their bodies were fragile and unable to resist the cold wave, and even slowed down their migration.

However, the old patriarch will still distribute the stored food to these negative-income units.

The old patriarch has always been so "ignorant", not knowing how to make choices, and treating every unit in the tribe equally, but this also makes the burden on the tribe become heavier and heavier.

Now the position of the patriarch is not in its hands, so it is difficult for it to stop such behavior and can only watch silently.

Fortunately, as the temperature dropped, many negative-income units could no longer hold on and died completely, and an atmosphere of sadness permeated the community.

However, it was very happy because it saw that as those negative-income units died, the group could persist longer...

"The burden is decreasing, the group's movement speed is getting faster, and the consumption rate is also decreasing..."

Nature's selection makes the tribe stronger. Migration is not only a way of survival, but also a way of elimination, where the fittest survive.

Finally, after eliminating many negative-income units, the tribe arrived at their migration destination - Hongguang City.

The warm light shone on it. It was the first time it saw the light and the first time it felt the warmth of the light.

"Old Patriarch, is that light?"

"Yes."

"It's so warm, shall we go in?"

"We can't go in. This is our ancestral teaching. We have to wait outside the city for the cold current to dissipate before returning to the darkness..."

"Why can't we go in?" It couldn't understand. That was the light that was within easy reach. As long as they settled here, they wouldn't have to live a life of eating raw meat and drinking blood. They could even develop their own civilization...

No matter how you look at it, it is an option with a high return rate.

(End of this chapter)