Chapter 59
So it was this good-for-nothing!
The ultimate victor in this round of natural disasters is...
It's like leaving a hook when writing a novel; the planner suddenly stops halfway through, drawing out the sound as if deliberately whetting the reader's appetite.
This has greatly worried observers and viewers from various countries.
[Damn it, just say it all at once!]
[If you only say half a sentence, your whole family will be doomed... Oh, sorry, planner, I forgot you don't have any driftwood, your mother is dead!]
Although our country is certainly not the winner, I still think, what if? What if it were us?
Currently, only seven or eight civilizations are observing species whose populations have dwindled to less than one in ten. Perhaps they are the ones with the lowest mortality rate?
Wait a minute, why do I feel like one species has magically disappeared? I was definitely following them before...
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Looking at these comments, the Chinese viewers just smiled and remained silent.
Since the natural disaster ended, they have been tracking the mortality rate of the original crocodiles.
Although the audience in China usually criticizes Yuan E for being a waste and Wang Lin for being lazy, they are more serious than anyone else when it comes to statistics.
Some people stayed up all night reviewing the footage, counting frame by frame the changes in the number of crocodiles. Others created tables, recording the number of crocodiles that died each day, the cause of death, and the location of death.
Some people even stared intently at Yuan E's live stream, not daring to blink, for fear of missing a single one.
And guess what happened?
That's incredibly low!
The mortality rate is as high as three percent!
Apart from the dozens killed by the scalding lava during the volcanic eruption, the other two major natural disasters had nothing to do with the original crocodile!
Compared to the mortality rates of other observed species, which are often 50%, 60%, or 70%, this is negligible.
So barring any unforeseen circumstances, the championship will definitely belong to them.
Oh my, I really can't wait to see what the original Crocodile will look like after it evolves.
Ideally, one should become fierce, powerful, and mighty, becoming the top predator!
From now on, if you see a canine jawed beast, you won't need to hide in the water; just go ashore and confront it head-on.
If you see a crocodile, don't go around it; just rush up and bite its throat.
Don't be afraid if you see a Southern Cross Dragon; just eat them one by one.
Chinese viewers have already begun to imagine the magnificent appearance of the evolved crocodile.
Its body is covered in scales, its mouth is like a pair of scissors, its tail is like a mace, it can crush a canine jaw beast with one foot, and it can crush the bones of a dinosaur with one bite!
Just by standing there, all beasts submit, and all creatures come to pay homage!
Just thinking about it makes me want to down two bottles of beer!
If nothing unexpected happens, then nothing unexpected has happened, and the planners will begin announcing the final champion.
[The original crocodile population linked by observers of the Dragon Kingdom civilization.]
As soon as the planner finished speaking, the screen began broadcasting live the performance of the original crocodile during the three major natural disasters.
The footage begins with the first wave of flooding, like a documentary, capturing every key moment of the crocodile's journey during the natural disaster.
The first major flood.
In the footage, floodwaters surge in from the north, forming a wall of water tens of meters high that blots out the sky. Other observed species are desperately trying to escape, but the proto-crocodiles didn't run; they were already in the water.
The flood came, the water got deeper, and they became more comfortable.
The scene cuts to a close-up of a crocodile.
It floats on the water's surface, with only its nose and eyes showing, while its tail gently sways underwater to maintain balance.
Another crocodile flipped over in the water, belly up, legs up, as if sunbathing.
While other observed species struggled in the flood, the proto-crocodile took a vacation in the flood.
A second volcanic eruption.
The scene shifts to a volcanic eruption, with thick smoke billowing from the crater and a black column of smoke shooting into the sky.
Lava gushed from the crater like red snakes, flowing down the hillside and into the floodwaters.
The water was heated to a boiling point, bubbling, boiling, and evaporating.
This time, no species escaped unscathed; even the original crocodiles screamed in pain from the scalding heat.
The scene cuts to a scalded crocodile whose tail was burned off by lava. The remaining half of its tail swings back and forth behind it, writhing in pain.
But when the scene switched to statistics, only a dozen or so crocodiles died in the volcanic eruption.
A dozen or so is nothing compared to the more than nine hundred original crocodiles. The deaths of a dozen or so are insignificant.
Then the original crocodile started trying to find a way to escape to other places.
The scene shifts to the migration of the original crocodiles. Some of them enter the deep water, where the water hasn't been heated by the lava and the temperature is barely tolerable. However, in the deep water, they have to play a game of cat and mouse with the floodwaters, and there's a chance they might get choked to death.
Some of the crocodiles came ashore and ran, their four long legs moving incredibly fast, making them run like the wind.
Several crocodiles died in the water.
The scene cuts to the carcasses of the crocodiles, floating belly up on the water's surface, surrounded by scalding water and floating volcanic ash.
The third round of ocean hypoxia.
The scene shifts to the ocean, where the surface is covered with the corpses of ichthyosaurs, belly up, like capsized boats.
The corpses of ammonites and nautiluses piled up like small mountains on the beach, emitting a foul stench.
However, the original crocodile lived in freshwater, where the oxygen had not yet been depleted.
Ocean hypoxia is a matter for saline waters, and crocodiles don't get involved.
The current population of native crocodiles is over 970, but fewer than 30 have died in this natural disaster.
The screen then cuts to a statistical chart, where a bar graph clearly shows the number of deaths for each observed species.
The original crocodile's pillars are almost invisible, resembling a thin line.
Two point eight percent.
The mortality rate is less than three percent!
Compared to mortality rates of 50%, 60%, 70%, 80%, or even 90%, this 2.8% is negligible.
The decimal point is inconspicuous no matter where you put it.
The final image compares the mortality rate of the protosuchus (2.8%) with that of other observed species. The bar charts for the other observed species are towering high, while the bar chart for the protosuchus is as thin as a toothpick.
Even the two crocodiles that died from overeating were recorded.
In the video, the crocodile that had been choked to death floats belly up on the water, with half of its intestines still stuffed in its mouth. Next to it floats the half-eaten carcass of a water dragon.
The other one was in even worse shape; its belly had exploded, and its internal organs were floating all over the ground, creating a red and green mess on the water's surface.
In a sense, they really did die in a natural disaster.
After all, the corpses they ate were killed by natural disasters, so when they ate themselves to death from those corpses, it was indirectly equivalent to being killed by natural disasters.
This logic is a bit far-fetched, but the planner took it into account.
It's true that while a good stomach is important, you shouldn't overeat.
Especially right after a natural disaster, with corpses everywhere, there's no need to stuff yourself to death in one meal when there's so much food to eat.
After witnessing the performance of the original crocodile in these three rounds of natural disasters, audiences around the world were stunned.
The chat remained silent for a full three seconds, without a single new comment appearing, as if everyone was stunned by the information.
Then, the comments section exploded.
No wonder I kept feeling like some species had magically disappeared; it was this useless thing!