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　　Han Yu's face didn't betray any worry when it came to making a decision.

　　Han Yu looked at Zhao Chenguang, who had transformed into a red tree, and asked him a question: "If we choose not to board this 'Ship of Theseus,' what will you do?"

　　The Ship of Theseus is actually a paradox about identity change, that is, assuming that the components of an object are replaced, is it still the original object?

　　In the 1st century AD, Plutarch raised a question: if the wood on Theseus' ship was gradually replaced until all the wood was no longer the original wood, would this ship still be the original ship?

　　If someone else were asked this question by Han Yu, they would definitely be confused, but Zhao Chenguang was different. He immediately understood Han Yu's intention.

　　Han Yu meant that the Han Yu with flesh and blood at this moment is the real object carrying Han Yu's memories. She didn't want to incorporate her memories into the 'Fire Seed' civilization, existing only as a memory.

　　A booming voice sounded again, and Zhao Chenguang answered Han Yu's question: "The 'Fire Seed' will no longer care about your choices. There has never been a choice in front of you. There is only a way to achieve the goal."

　　Zhao Chenguang's words made it clear that it meant, "You are all standing on the edge of a cliff now. Are you going to jump yourselves, or am I going to kick you down?"

　　The meaning of this sentence was full of threat.

　　Han Yu wasn't stupid either, and instantly understood Zhao Chenguang's threat.

　　Now there were only two paths to choose from: one was to fight against the meteorite and Zhao Chenguang to the end; the other was to obey Zhao Chenguang's wishes, like Zhao Chenguang, and contribute the memories as a person to the 'Fire Seed' civilization, abandoning Earth and human civilization.

　　Han Yu didn't have much confidence in the first path. If everything was within the scope of her assumptions and calculations, all of it added up to only a 1% chance, or even worse.

　　The second path was no different from suicide for the four of them, but doing so also meant selling their memories, as well as the Earth and human civilization.

　　Even if you let the burly Fatty choose between these two paths, Fatty would choose the first path. It's just a matter of dying standing up or dying kneeling down. Cowards die kneeling, but people with dignity will definitely choose to die standing up.

　　Just as Han Yu was thinking about how to counter Zhao Chenguang's threat, another voice suddenly echoed in the space, seemingly a deep cry of an ape.

　　"Hiss... hiss... hiss..."

　　The cries didn't just come from one location. "Hiss... hiss... hiss..." cries appeared in several directions within the space.

　　Fatty, Rou Yi, Han Yu, and An Wenshan looked towards the source of the sound. They saw several white figures tearing apart the branches of the red tree and drilling into the space enveloped by the red tree.

　　There were intruders!

　　Han Yu took a closer look and couldn't help but gasp.

　　Those white figures looked exactly like the white-haired monster they had encountered before, the one that took Xiao Lu's life and that Li Decha had desperately killed.

　　"One, two, three, four, five..."

　　Fatty counted while pointing with his hand.

　　"No, there are three more over there—six, seven, there are eight in total. What are these monsters? How did these things appear?"

　　Fatty relied on his excellent eyesight to count the number of white-haired monsters, but he was confused and had no idea what these white-haired monsters were going to do.

　　Fatty's mind was in a mess. The pressure from Zhao Chenguang and the meteorite was already enough, so why bring in reinforcements? Could it be that these monsters weren't Zhao Chenguang's reinforcements?

　　The red tree twisted to a certain angle and adjusted its position so that Zhao Chenguang's head could observe these unknown creatures.

　　After seeing these white-haired monsters, Zhao Chenguang said disdainfully, "Oh, so they are the ape-men raised by the female herder. Heh—I really don't know how many interesting things that woman has done. What a pity, if I hadn't been so anxious just now, it would have been nice to catch her, open her skull, and see what else was inside."

　　From Zhao Chenguang's contemptuous tone, it was not difficult to see that Zhao Chenguang didn't take these white-haired monsters seriously at all.

　　The white-haired monsters quickly arrived inside the space. They relied on the branches of the red tree to climb, and their movement speed was very fast. It was no exaggeration to describe it as running along walls.

　　The two with the fastest movement speed quickly locked onto the meteorite's position and attacked at a rapid speed. Even Zhao Chenguang didn't react for a moment. In the blink of an eye, the white-haired monsters had already flown to the meteorite, less than two meters away from the meteorite.

　　"What lowly creatures! How dare you spy on the gods?"

　　Zhao Chenguang's anger rose from his heart. He controlled two red tree branches to fly out like vines, and at the same time, he controlled the red tree branches holding up the meteorite to change their original position, moving to a more rearward position, causing the white-haired monsters to miss.

　　In an instant, all the red tree branches in the space moved. The red tree branches aimed at these eight white-haired monsters. One by one, the branches wriggled forward, like venomous snakes aiming at their prey, spitting out their tongues, and moving out all together...