Super God Gene

It seemed to see Hansen's mind, changing to Issa's phantom clan, saying: "Our phantom clan's vitality is weak, and normally there are only a hundred phantom nails from birth to death, roughly equivalent to a cosmic year in the great universe of genes. If they can be adopted into symbiotic relationships, they can remain dependent on other organisms for the same lifespan as the organisms to which they are attached, so the vast majority of phantoms will be adopted shortly after birth. ”

Hansonton always understood that adoption was actually a parasitic relationship, but he just didn't know if parasitism was harmful to the host and what benefits the host could get.

The Phantom Nation obviously often encounters creatures that share Hansen's concerns, and immediately after looking at Hansen's expression, he explains: “The symbiotic relationship of the Phantom Nation does not affect the life force of the creature, we Phantom Nation will absorb only a small fraction of the energy, and it is up to the master to decide how much we absorb, if only to continue normal life activities, a type C4 gene solution can sustain the needs of a Phantom Nation for a cosmic year. Of course, if we want Phantoms to evolve, we need to provide as much energy as possible. Depending on the circumstances, we Phantoms will only accept passively and will not ask for it. ”

“A type C4 gene solution, which is just a meal, really doesn't have much energy.” Hanson looked at Issa.

Issa said with a smile: "The Phantoms are a peaceful race, and if you don't want to give them energy, they will not be aggressive, even if they die of failure, and they will not be harmful except to consume a little energy. Of course, if you want to truly cultivate a senior Phantom, you need more energy and they are much more difficult to promote than the average aristocrat. ”

“Well, I'll adopt a few.” Hanson thought about it and said that these phantoms were still pretty cute, without much hindrance, and Hanson didn't want them to die early.

Take a couple of them back to Baby and be their playmate. He doesn't need that kind of food anyway.

“Distinguished Guest, I am very sorry that in order to avoid the abandonment of the Phantom, a creature can only adopt one Phantom.” The Phantoms said.

“Well, I'll adopt a Phantom first.” Hanson said.

“Thank you, please come with me.” The Phantoms led the way ahead and took Hanson and Issa out of the harbor.

Aside from the more modern surroundings of the harbor, Fantasy Star is a primitive landscape with a clear view of the endless green prairie, a colourful sphere jumping around like a fairy tale world.

Coming to the meadow, Issa's phantom clan pointed to Hansen and shouted, "Kids, this Guest wants to adopt a child, who wants to leave with him. ”

Soon after, I saw a smaller colored jelly ball jump in, bouncing around Hanson excitedly, murmuring: “Pick me... Pick me...”

“How do you choose this?” Hanson looked at the crowd of phantoms and didn't know how to do it for a while.

“The Phantoms themselves don't make much difference, they grow up to be related to symbiosis and the energy you get afterwards, you just have to choose what you like.” Issa said.

“Pick me... Pick me...” A phantom tribe stares at innocent, big eyes and jumps around in front of Hansen, hoping that Hansen can pick them.

Hanson picked a smaller, fist-sized yellow jelly ball and put it on his palm and said, "Just pick it. ”

All the other little phantoms left with some disappointment and continued to play on the nearby grasslands, waiting for other biological adoptions.

“Ask the Guest to drip a drop of their own blood over its head so they can have a symbiotic relationship with it.” The Phantoms said.

Hanson threw a drop of blood over that yellow jelly-like sphere, and then he saw it penetrate directly, quickly disappearing.

When the blood was completely ablated, Hansonton felt that there was some strange connection between himself and the Little Phantom, and seemed to be able to read the ideas of the Little Phantom.

The Little Phantoms seemed very happy and jumped in Hanson's palm.

“What's its name?” Hanson asked.

“Fantasy doesn't have a name. You can give it a name if you like.” Became Issa's phantom clan, "he said.

“Then call it bubble.” Hanson thought about it and said, "He doesn't have a gift to name anyway, just listen comfortably.

After adopting the bubble, Issa left Fantasy Star with Hansen and continued on to Buddha's largest Fae space, Buddha. On the way, Issa told Hansen that adopting a Fantasy might be of some use in the Pure Land of Extreme Pleasure, so she went halfway to Fantasy Star.

Hanson wanted to know exactly what the Phantoms were for, but Isha obviously had something on her mind and didn't talk to him anymore.

The Buddha is more prosperous than the Ribeit and controls a wide range of stars, with lots of heterogeneous space, but the true home camp of the Buddha is still in the “Buddha Country”.

The Buddha is a large Fae space not inferior to the narrow moon, but there are no planets in it, only a continent suspended in the sky, but the continent is bigger than a single star, almost unimaginable.

Isha did not identify herself, but entered the Buddha as an ordinary Ribeit. The Buddha is very open to the outside world and can see that all races are in the city of the Buddha, but the Buddha himself is not a large number.

Hanson was surprised to find that many Buddhists or other races were surrounded by a phantom family with very high prevalence.

Isa said: "Before listening to the scriptures, I have some things to do. You can walk around Buddha yourself. I will look for you later. ”

Go ahead, Issa has turned around and walked away, leaving Hanson alone on Long Street.

Hanson is helpless, he can only go around the neighborhood. Everything in Buddha really feels a little fresh to him. There are things Hanson has never seen or heard before, and he is not bored.

In one corner of the city of Buddha, a man dressed in a strange costume, with a sign in his hand that no one could understand, sat behind a broken table on the corner of the street, the old god bless his eyes and smoke.

Shortly afterwards, an elderly Buddhist man with worries passed by the broken table. The sign in the man's hand somehow fell off and fell on the bald head of the elderly Buddhist man.

“What's wrong with you?” The Buddhist old man rubbed his bald head and glanced at the man, but he didn't mean to say anything more and wanted to leave in a hurry.

“This Buddhist friend, I watched your eyes go black, there is an air disk over the heavens, I think there must be something ominous going on in the house these days...” But the man grabbed the old Buddhist man and said with a straight face.