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Chapter 239 [Empire] Devour
I wasn't reconciled, whether the seed was alive or not, whether it responded, or many other things. For example, Wen Ya's unprovoked lies.
It's very troubling, but I really don't want to be so troubled.
The teacher's gaze seemed to drift towards me, and it was as if there was something mixed in with it, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was a little serious. But he didn't stop my strange behavior.
I closed my eyes again.
I held the culture jar containing the strange wheat seeds in my palm. The seeds were motionless, cold and tiny, like a speck of dust floating in liquid soil, insignificant and silent. Silence? I couldn't help but laugh.
I felt it quietly, but it seemed to be completely asleep and did not respond. Only the cool touch made me realize that it was indeed floating in the soil.
I slowly adjusted my breathing, calmed myself, and tried to bring my consciousness closer to my palm. Just when I was about to give up, I felt an extremely faint pulse from my palm, a slight jump. I froze, holding my breath, and focusing all my attention on that tiny beat.
The pulsation seemed to become clearer as I focused more. It was weak and trembling slightly, but it carried some incredible vitality.
It's actually alive.
In fact, the teacher mentioned that current technology makes it impossible to accurately test the viability of plant seeds. Germination is a matter of luck, not to mention whether it survives or dies.
Gradually, I could feel my heartbeat begin to synchronize with it, and an indescribable resonance slowly emerged. I felt as if I was being pulled by a thin thread.
That faint beat grew warmer, like a soul awakening, hidden deep within this tiny seed. I could sense its yearning, gently yet tenaciously beating in the palm of my hand.
With my eyes closed, I could actually "see" the rhythm of its life, just like a part of me, surging quietly but persistently.
A strange feeling of dizziness washed over me, and my mind seemed to lose control, as if being pulled by some force, surging outward, bit by bit, into that tiny seed. Unable to resist, I could only allow myself to be drawn by that force, feeling my consciousness pouring into its core like a stream of water. At that moment, I seemed to hear a low, swallowing sound, as if some life deep within was slowly devouring me, absorbing my very being. I felt like I was being devoured.
The voice was low and deep, as if devouring something invisible—perhaps my thoughts, my emotions, or some deeper essence. I clearly felt a piece of me being gradually peeled away, gradually merging into the seed, becoming part of it. With each piece swallowed, the seed seemed to grow warmer and fuller, as if drawing strength, gathering energy, ready to break through the earth.
Deep within that darkness, I felt the stirrings of an unstoppable life force. It seemed to be growing and expanding, and I was becoming its nourishment. It devoured me, and I couldn't break free, as if all this was predetermined. I was swept away by that growing force, gradually dissolving into its desire, becoming the foundation for its growth.
Suddenly, a sharp pain came from the wrist, as if a needle had pierced the skin.