New Life is Born in Death

Under the desperate gaze of all civilization observers, the species they observe are dwindling at an alarming rate.

The number of Southern Crossosaurus decreased from thousands to hundreds, the number of Eoraptor from hundreds to dozens, the number of Lysomorphus from hundreds of thousands to tens of thousands, and the number of Canidoglossus from…

Although it was a desperate situation, the civilization observers were helpless.

After all, even technologically advanced humans cannot fight against natural disasters, let alone these prehistoric creatures that still have cerebellums instead of brains.

The civilization observers weren't asking for any rewards from the planners this time; they just hoped that too many of their observed species wouldn't die out in one round.

And so, as time went by, three or four months passed in the blink of an eye.

The floods are still raging, but their intensity has weakened somewhat compared to before.

The water wall was lowered from tens of meters to a dozen meters, and the speed of advancement also slowed down.

But the flood carried even more things: corpses, broken wood, and mud mixed together like a pot of thick porridge.

The volcano is still erupting, but at a much lower frequency than before.

Previously, I sprayed it every few minutes, but now I only spray it every few hours.

But each eruption still brings new lava and volcanic ash, the sky remains gray, and the sun is still nowhere to be seen.

The oxygen depletion in the ocean continues, but the number of dead organisms has decreased significantly.

It wasn't because the oxygen level had been restored; it was because those who could die had already died, and those who hadn't either adapted to the low-oxygen environment or had already fled to the deep ocean with their buckets.

The corpses of ichthyosaurs floated all over the sea, and the corpses of ammonites and nautiluses piled up like small mountains on the beach.

During this period, the planner may have had a change of heart, went into hiding, and never did those motherless things again.

No new natural disasters, no new instances, no new announcements. It's as quiet as death.

As time went by, the floodwaters gradually began to recede.

The water wall dropped from over ten meters to a few meters, then from a few meters to less than a meter, and then almost disappeared.

After the flood receded, a thick layer of silt was left on the plain, mixed with bones and pieces of wood.

The volcanic eruption has slowed. Smoke is still rising from the crater, but lava has stopped flowing out.

Volcanic ash is still drifting, but the concentration has clearly decreased. The sky has changed from gray-black to gray-white, and occasionally the outline of the sun can be seen through the clouds.

The volcanic ash eventually settled.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of volcanic ash, which felt soft and spongy underfoot, like stepping on flour.

When the wind blows, volcanic ash flies up, blinding people.

The Pangu Continent, which was once a hellish place for beasts, gradually returned to its former peace.

The floodwaters receded, the volcano stopped, and the ash settled...

The sun came out and shone warmly on the earth.

The corpse began to rot, maggots began to wriggle, and new life was conceived in the midst of death.

It's as if nothing ever happened, yet it's also as if everything has just begun.

Even so, the civilization observers maintained a solemn expression, fearing that this despicable scheme might one day deliver another huge blow.

Jack only has a few hundred Southern Cross Dragons left, so he dares not relax.

Kim Jong-tae's canine jaw beasts dwindled from thousands to just a few dozen, but he dared not relax.

The crocodiles of India, the Eoraptor of the White Bear Country, the ichthyosaurs of the Kangaroo Country, and the...

Every day, observers of civilizations from various countries open their eyes to look at the light screen to confirm whether the species they are observing is still alive.

Every night before going to sleep, the last thing I do is look at the light screen to make sure that the species I'm observing hasn't been killed by the natural disaster.

Fortunately, the planners weren't so cold-blooded.

As the three major natural disasters receded, the planner suddenly spoke up one noon.

[This round of the natural disaster instance has ended, and rewards are being calculated.]

Upon learning that this round of natural disasters had finally ended, the civilization observers hurriedly began to calculate how many species they had lost this time.

That wasn't so bad; once they calculated it, their faces immediately darkened.

After calculating, Jack realized that the Southern Cross Dragon had suffered over 90% losses. He cursed and kicked over the coffee table in front of him.

After Kim Jung-tae finished calculating, the losses of the canine-jawed beasts exceeded 90%. He remained silent for a long time, then picked up the bottle and took a large gulp.

After the Indian contestant finished calculating, the number of crocodiles he had attracted decreased from several hundred to several dozen... He slumped onto the sofa and remained silent for a long time.

Nicholas Abin of the White Bear Kingdom didn't even need to count; looking at the mere forty or fifty Eoraptor species, he almost burst into tears.

After counting the tall, thin man from John's Kingdom, only a few dozen of the Skywing Dinosaurs remained...

He took off his glasses, wiped the lenses with the corner of his shirt, put them back on, and looked at the numbers again. The numbers hadn't changed.

The women in kimonos in Japan didn't really count them, because there were just too many water dragons. Even if 70-80% of them died, there were still tens of thousands left!

This is the advantage of winning through sheer numbers!

She looked at the surviving water dragons on the screen, her lips twitching slightly, unsure whether she was crying or laughing.

After Oliver from Australia finished calculating, the number of ichthyosaurs decreased from over a thousand to less than a hundred.

He hadn't fully recovered from the shock when he saw the number and almost fainted again.

In normal circumstances, only one in ten species survives to be observed.

If you're lucky, you might get 20-30% left.

Only those with exceptionally good luck will be able to observe 50% of the species.

Faced with such dismal data, the civilization observers could only sigh and had no other solutions.

Although the losses were severe, at least all the civilization observers are still alive, which is already quite good.

If this despicable plan is to unleash a supervolcano like last time, then all the civilization observers will be wiped out!!!

All I can say is that this design is quite anthropomorphic. But it's best if it doesn't appear in front of them, or it'll rip their hoods off.

Even viewers from various countries sighed silently after learning about this information, and some extreme viewers even felt it wasn't enough.

[It's alright, the losses are bearable. At least they're not extinct! At least they're still alive!]

[You know what, this time the event was actually quite anthropomorphic! Despite three rounds of natural disasters, not a single observed species went extinct. The last Permian catastrophe wiped out everything, not a single one survived.]

[If you ask me, the developers should have extended this natural disaster instance for a while longer. Many of the observed species can't withstand it; let's eliminate a wave of them first!]

Wow, you're ruthless! Your own observed species are in there, aren't you heartbroken?

[What's there to feel sorry about? Our great Sakura country has a huge number of observed species, the Water Dragon Beast, that we can't possibly kill them all!]

[BYD mini cabinet!]

[Add one! Byd, you little devils!]

However, on the other hand, this guy does have a point. Every competitor less is a benefit, and the Cataclysmic Dungeon is the best elimination mechanism!

[Shall we pray that the game planners will unleash another wave of natural disasters?]

[Let's forget it! If another wave comes, I'm afraid my observation species will really be wiped out.]

[I wonder who will emerge victorious in this natural disaster raid?]

It doesn't matter anymore, as long as I'm alive.