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"The core area of ​​the community has been most affected by the Void. There are not even any Abandoned Ones in other surrounding worlds. The Void must be hiding here."

Huang Cheng grabbed a man who was abandoning himself on the street, and without waiting for his consent, he directly read his memory to check what he had experienced in the past.

"This is another case where someone was infected on the road, not a direct contact."

"Looking like this is like looking for a needle in a haystack. We can't always rely on luck."

Huang Cheng's actions were not rough, but Tazyus, who was following behind him, had no ability to read memories and had a bad temper.

So the Zerg girl chose a simpler and more effective method at the beginning, which was to ask one by one.

But this method encountered setbacks at the beginning because you cannot clearly hear what a self-destructive person will tell you about what he has experienced.

Most of them are depressed alone, and it's good enough that they can talk to you for a few words.

So the bug chose a simpler method, which was to just beat up the person who refused to speak.

What does your self-destruction have to do with me? If you dare to disturb my relationship, then feel the weight of my fist.

It has to be said that although Tazyus had a bad heart, the results caused by her fists were good.

Because after being beaten, many members of the community suddenly felt less self-destructive, and what surged out of their hearts was more anger.

"How dare you, a foreigner, teach me a lesson! Even if I can't compare to you, my compatriots are much better than you!"

"You are just a small ally, yet you dare to challenge my Zerg master! Today, I will let you feel the oppression of the world locust plague!"

There was no doubt that the people of the community could not possibly defeat Tazyus. As expected, they were knocked to the ground and humiliatedly told what they had done in the past few days.

"You said you've been basking in the sun in this square these past few days. How much free time do you have?"

Tazyus sneered at this kind of bad behavior and sat down next to a community member who claimed to be a sculptor.

Although she knew that the gentleman in front of her was so bad because of the influence of nothingness, your logic is too weird.

"Because you can't polish a statue larger than a galaxy with your bare hands, you're going to give up? Are you not going to work hard anymore?"

"What's the point?"

“Shouldn’t I give up? I’ve said that I will never be able to carve such a huge planet like my mother. I have no artistic talent. I can’t even draw a stick figure well. I can’t do anything…”

"Did your father or mother ask you to become a sculptor?" Tazyus was about to leave, but suddenly turned around and said.

If the family environment is very depressing, it is indeed easy to develop some psychological problems if you are accidentally infected by nothingness, so she wanted to apologize to the gentleman in front of her.

Polite, but not much.

But the next second, the decadent man said something that made the insect give up the idea of ​​apologizing, "My parents didn't ask me to be a sculptor, but I admired my parents very much and wanted to be a sculptor, so I wanted to try to carve something."

"Did you try hard?" said Tazyus.

"I tried very hard! But I just can't do it! But I can only imitate others' ideas, I don't know how to create my own works at all! But I don't have a sample, the things I draw and carve can't even be considered a thing..."

“How many years have you studied sculpture?”

"It's been 150 years, but I haven't created a single piece of my own work. All of them are carved by imitating others. What's the difference between this and a machine without self-awareness?"

Tazyusi patted the big brother who had just been beaten down by him with a complicated tone, "No, buddy, don't you think that it's not that you don't work hard in sculpture, but that you just don't have the talent at all?"

"It's been 150 years! My Breeding Star God, you have been studying sculpture for so long, don't you find a problem?"

"What's the problem?" asked the decadent sculptor curiously.

"Is it possible that you just don't have the talent for this job?"

"But hard work can make up for lack of talent. I've been studying for so long, I can't be sure that I haven't learned anything. I haven't been lazy."

"Everyone's brain is different. You lack imagination but you are hardworking. This means you can do something else that benefits your compatriots. Why do you have to stick to art?"

"Because my mother......."

"Who cares about your mother or your father? Your parents didn't force you to work in the arts, so why are you so stubborn here? Your parents have their own lives, what does their lives have to do with you?"

"I have finally discovered the characteristics of you community members. You are much more stubborn than real insects. Even the Zerg know that if a place is not suitable for survival and reproduction, the queen insect will hold her butt and find another more suitable place to lay eggs."

"But what is my talent?" The sculptor was still confused.

"I think you are so decadent that you have lost your brain. How do I know if you ask me?"

"If you can take out a few decades from this hundred years, you will definitely find out what your talent is."

Tazyus increasingly felt that the influence of nothingness was terrifying, as it could actually turn such a tenacious member of the community into a social giant baby.

Being able to do something that is completely unsuitable for you for more than 100 years shows great perseverance.

The mental state is definitely not bad, it's a pity that it was used in the wrong place.

"And haven't you noticed that you and your compatriots' mental states have suddenly become very bad recently?"

Perhaps he felt that he had said too much and that this might easily affect the self-esteem of the people in the community.

After sighing, Tazuyus continued to look for people to inquire about the whereabouts of Nothingness. He jumped backwards and instantly flew to a high place, continuing to search for the self-abandoned person whom he had not asked about.

Looking at the receding figure of the Zerg girl, the sculptor almost imagined her as a real stinging insect.

After all, the wings do look similar.

The ancient genetic memory suddenly emerged from the sculptor's soul, making him want to pick up the blaster his parents had used and shoot the insects flying in the sky to death...

Although this may seem rude to the young lady, she is still trying to help him out of his predicament...

Thinking of this, the sculptor shook his head, getting rid of the strange thoughts in his head.

"What the lady just said is right. Since the sculptor can't do it, I will try to find a way to contribute to my compatriots..."

But what should I do?

The sculptor seemed to have lost the meaning of life again, but when he saw a group of compatriots in the square who were as confused about the future as he was.

A sudden anger ignited in his heart.

"My god of greed! What's wrong with my compatriots? Why are they like heroes who have just lost a battle? I will never allow them to be more depressed than me."

"To do nothing, to pursue nothing, is the greatest blasphemy to the God of Greed! I have to cheer them up!"