"It's actually a short-lived species?!"
Upon hearing Brain Kong's words, Nuwa was immediately stunned. The lifeform she had created had low intelligence—and now she discovered it also had an extremely short lifespan.
One must understand that monsters, heavenly beings, and all races across the heavens could easily live for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
Some were even born with longevity, possessing near-endless lifespans.
But these humans could only live for a few hundred years. In such a short time, one might die after just a brief nap, and countless generations would have already passed.
To be honest, if humans had a longer lifespan, perhaps through endless years of study, they might eventually learn the characters of the Demon Gods and embark on the path of cultivation.
But the problem lies in their brief lives. Within such a limited time, their lifespan would run out before they even grasped a few words of the Demon Gods' language. How could they possibly cultivate?
Thinking this through, Nuwa felt cold inside. At first, she believed she had created an unprecedented, superior race. She never expected to have created little more than a group of wild beasts.
It was like thinking you had won a billion yuan lottery, only to find out after careful checking that you'd won five yuan instead. That sense of grievance was beyond words.
"Is there no hope for this race?"
Nuwa couldn't help but ask.
She was still unwilling to accept it. After all, she had poured immense effort and preparation into creating the human race, only to end up with such disappointing results.
"In fact, it's not entirely hopeless.
If we can develop a cultivation system tailored for the human race, create a language of their own, allow them to evolve into immortals and expand their brain capacity, then maybe—just maybe—they could one day comprehend the methods and characters of the Demon Gods."
Brain Kong offered its solution in a low, steady tone.
"Are you kidding me? Even a god might not be able to do such a thing!"
Upon hearing this, Nuwa snapped. Although Brain Kong made it sound simple, achieving such a thing would be more difficult than performing a sacred miracle.
To use a metaphor: Compared to Nuwa, these humans were like pet cats and dogs compared to humans.
Let me ask—can a human make cats and dogs fully understand human speech, create a language for them, and even grant them a path to cultivation?
Just thinking about it feels absurd. Pure fantasy.
She was a cultivator who specialized in the laws of life—not some great power who understood the Way of Enlightenment. To do what Brain Kong suggested would require divine power on the level of world-creation.
Maybe her master, the Lord of Chaos City, could accomplish it. But to trouble her master with something so minor? That would be ridiculous.
There were countless beasts in the world, and humans were just one of them. Devoting so much energy to just one species wasn't worth it.
More importantly, even if she could accomplish it, how much time and effort would it take? Would it even succeed?
"Indeed, the success rate is far too low. It seems, Master, this experiment is a failure~."
Brain Kong commented quietly.
In truth, many such life-creation experiments existed, and failure was common. This was just one more failed trial among many.
"Forget it. A failure is a failure. I was too optimistic."
Nuwa said with a deep sigh. "With my current cultivation base and understanding of the Dao of Life, trying to create the greatest race across all realms… If that actually succeeded, it would have been a fantasy. In truth, I had already anticipated this result."
"It seems you're still self-aware. I won't waste time comforting you then."
Brain Kong said bluntly.
"What?!"
Hearing this, Nuwa nearly exploded with rage. Gritting her teeth, she glared at Brain Kong. "That was humility! You could die for not offering comfort, you know."
But Brain Kong merely chuckled and dismissed her anger.
"But then why… why did I receive merit for this? I created a failed race, didn't I?"
Though furious, Nuwa didn't bother to argue with Brain Kong any further. The machine's speech was always grating. But deep down, she was confused.
If the human race was truly hopeless, why would the Origin of Chaos bestow merit upon her?
"I don't know. The data is insufficient—it's impossible to calculate."
Brain Kong admitted. It had run countless deductions just now, and in every scenario, humanity had no future. Against the Chaos Demon Gods, they were nothing more than beasts—completely powerless.
Without longevity or cultivation, they were ants—insignificant.
This mystery went beyond its computational limits. No conclusion could be drawn.
"Forget it. Enough of that. With this merit, it's time for me to break through to the Saint Realm."
Nuwa waved her hand, choosing to set aside her confusion.
Even though her experiment failed, it unexpectedly granted her a breakthrough opportunity—a tremendous gain.
Once her Closed Door Cultivation concluded, she would surely advance into the Saint Realm.
One must remember—of the eight disciples taken by the Chaos City Lord, not a single one had yet stepped into the Saint Realm. If she succeeded, she would be the first among them.
What an honor that would be.
"But what about these failed creations? How should they be dealt with?"
Brain Kong asked.
"Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life.
Even if they are failures, they are still living beings.
Once they've reproduced enough offspring, send them to various worlds to live. Their existence will not have been in vain.
As for what future they may find, that depends on their own fate."
Nuwa answered solemnly.
Even if humans were a failed creation, they were still life. She couldn't just kill them.
And perhaps, because she had earned merit from this, there was still some hope for the human race.
Letting them go and fend for themselves in the wild was the best option.
"Yes, Master."
Brain Kong replied respectfully and recorded her order.
The 129,600 humans on the platform looked around at each other, dazed and confused. They had no idea what had happened or what the future held for them.
After all, they had just been born. They knew nothing.
In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of years passed. During this time, Nuwa finally succeeded in stepping into the Saint Realm, and upon doing so, mastered twenty-seven laws of the Dao—reaching the level of a God General.
News of her sanctification spread rapidly through Chaos City, shocking countless gods and immortals.