"Sigh~~"
"I've been in this world for several days now, how did I turn into this grotesque mess?"
A charred planet surrounded by endless ruins under a dark starry sky.
On a small hill of moderate height, there is a yellowish-brown clay figure.
He was gazing up at the starry sky with a look of deep emotion.
It evokes a deep-seated frustration.
His name is Chen Xuanhuang. He was originally from another world, but inexplicably came to this world.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself transformed into a yellowish-brown mud figure.
And it looked as if it had been struck by lightning.
At first, he was startled, and then he couldn't accept that he had become like this, and even thought about dying again.
But for some reason, he was just an ordinary clay figure.
Even if you twist your head off, you can just reattach it; you won't die.
Even if he jumps from a height and crashes into a puddle of mud, he still won't die.
I don't know how many times I've courted death; I've tried everything I could.
He eventually got used to it.
Fortunately, after turning into a mud figure, he didn't have to worry about food and drink. When he was hungry, he could just grab a handful of mud from the ground and swallow it.
Thinking about it that way, it seems pretty good.
In an ordinary world, there would naturally be no problem.
The problem is, this world doesn't seem ordinary at all.
Why, you ask?
Have you ever seen a night sky without the sun or moon, but filled with the shadows of dilapidated palaces and pavilions?
Have you ever seen a land that is all scorched earth, yet buries many ruins, and where you can still see many relics?
Have you ever seen stardust in the sky, neatly sliced as if cleaved by a sharp blade?
Have you ever seen mountains on the earth that seem to have been flattened, with hundreds or thousands of feet of broken weapons standing on them?
"You've seen..."
Everything speaks to the extraordinary nature of this world.
Therefore, he has every reason to believe that this is definitely not an ordinary world.
It might actually be a world with a highly developed cultivation civilization.
Unfortunately, although there are many traces of civilization in these ruins, he does not recognize the 'writing' recorded on them.
Thus, he could only possess a treasure trove but have no way to access it.
Most importantly, he doesn't seem to be dead!
As everyone knows, transmigrators are generally of low quality; they wouldn't even be able to thrive in their original world.
Suddenly arriving in such a high-level, extraordinary world, without any cheat codes, one would almost certainly still be a useless person.
So, he's been lying down for the past few days.
...
"Smack~~ Smack~~"
"Smack~~ Smack~~"
It's a new day.
Who is it?
"Can't a person get a good night's sleep this early in the morning?"
The next second
Chen Xuanhuang suddenly opened his strange mud eyes and saw several other mud figures looking like idiots, gnawing on mud.
"As expected, it's you guys again. Why am I so unlucky to have run into a bunch of idiots like you?"
The story begins when he transmigrated.
When he opened his eyes, he saw several lumps of mud moving around in front of him like 'monsters'.
That bizarre scene startled him at the time.
Then he instinctively turned and ran.
As a result, I found that I seemed to have turned into a yellow 'mud monster'.
Now, he felt completely numb.
For the next few days, he refused to believe that it was all true.
So I've always been living in a daze.
Fortunately, after observing them, he discovered that these 'mud monsters' seemed to have nothing to do except eat.
So there's no need to worry about your safety.
Since I can eat dirt and there's no way to commit suicide, I might as well just lie down and relax.
But I'm always covered in mud and don't even have hands, which is really inconvenient.
His past life as a human habit made him subconsciously and instinctively want to use his 'hands' to grab things.
As it turned out, he unexpectedly discovered that he, as a 'mud monster,' seemed to have amazing plasticity.
So he tried to transform himself into the shape of a clay figure.
And you know what? After a period of trying, it seems he really is exceptionally talented.
As a result, he really did transform from a lump of mud into the shape of a clay figure.
But a few days later, he was all alone in the mud, and he seemed a little lonely.
So he tried to turn other mud monsters into mud people as well.
In fact, he only gave it a slight guidance, and those mud monsters did indeed turn into mud figures.
But right after that, the mud monsters that had turned into mud figures seemed to regard him as their leader.
Wherever he goes, these clay figures follow him.
He jumped off the cliff, and those clay figures jumped off the cliff too.
He climbed the mountain, and so did the clay figures.
Moreover, what started as just one or two mud figures has now turned into encountering mud monsters along the way.
Those clay figures would then imitate Chen Xuanhuang, turning other clay monsters into clay figures as well.
By now, he has been followed by twenty-three clay figures, making a total of twenty-four including himself.
Now, although he no longer felt lonely, he had new worries.
Those clay figures are just too stupid.
It was a complete blank; whatever he did, these guys did too.
Except when he's eating mud, we basically never leave his side.
Especially when he sleeps in late every day, these guys are always whispering in his ear.
It's so annoying.
In fact, Chen Xuanhuang felt that he didn't need to sleep at all, because the clay figure was not essentially a carbon-based life form.
However, the habits he carried over from his previous life always made him habitually sleep.
Perhaps it wasn't really sleep, just lying there, my mind immersed in memories of my past life.
I fantasize that I'm still in the human society of my past life, where there's delicious food and fun things to do.
But every time this happens, he's pulled back to reality by the sound of these guys eating mud.
In his anger, Chen Xuanhuang couldn't help but tear them apart each time, but unfortunately he couldn't kill these clay figures at all.
Even if he breaks it into several parts, it will come together again and revive after a while.
Today, it's the same!
"Damn it, this can't go on anymore."
"We must teach these guys what manners are."
"All I want is to get a good night's sleep!"
Then, he kept teaching these clay figures what politeness, sleep, and quiet meant.
Unfortunately, it was completely useless.
Instead, these clay figures kept imitating him, becoming even more impatient and noisy.
"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~~"
This made Chen Xuanhuang so angry that he simply ran away.
However, it wasn't long before the mud figures caught up with them again.
Then two more people joined the mud figurine team.
For a moment, Chen Xuanhuang was filled with melancholy.
"What sins did I commit in my past life to deserve this suffering?"
Unfortunately, Chen Xuanhuang could only talk to himself.
It would be great if these clay figures could communicate further.
"Smack!!"
Chen Xuanhuang clapped his hands, and a muddy hand fell to the ground, but he didn't care anymore.
He stared at the clay figures with shining eyes.
"Yes, since I can speak."
"Then I can teach other clay figures to talk!"
"As long as we can teach them, they will not only be able to communicate with people, but we can also teach them what to do and what not to do."
"Damn it, I'll fight for my future happiness."
As the saying goes, humans are social creatures.
In his previous life, he lived in human society and probably didn't realize anything while interacting with people normally every day.
But after arriving in this world...
Every day, he faces a group of clay figures, and he is the only one here talking to himself.
He himself felt that if things continued like this, he would eventually become a fool who talked to himself.
Therefore, he needs to communicate.
Even the simplest communication can greatly alleviate his psychological problems.
Yes, it's a psychological issue.
Even if he turns into a mud figure, his health is definitely not a problem.
However, turning into a clay figure does not guarantee his mental health, according to some sociological studies from his previous life.
This indicates that if a person stays in a place where no one interacts with them for a long time...
Some problems will inevitably arise.
Chen Xuanhuang didn't want to end up like that.
Therefore, he wanted to communicate with others, since these clay figures liked to imitate him so much.
Then teach them to speak.
Thinking about this...
"Come here, you guys, all of you, come over here."
As Chen Xuanhuang shouted, the surrounding clay figures gathered around in a daze.
Thus began Chen Xuanhuang's great mission of education.
...
The next few days.
He racked his brains and began trying to teach these clay figures to speak.
Although the specific principle is unknown, since he can make sounds, there's no reason why other clay figures can't do the same.
As it turned out, Chen Xuanhuang's idea was correct.
A few days later, when he spoke again.
These clay figures also began to imitate his speech.
Of course, at the beginning, these clay figures didn't speak as clearly and fluently as he did.
But they did make a sound, though it sounded like they were muffled in the mud.
It's very blurry.
But after seeing this, Chen Xuanhuang was not discouraged at all; on the contrary, he was filled with motivation.
Because as long as he can speak out, it means his idea is correct.
Next, he had to figure out how to make these clay figures speak as clearly as he did.
At the same time, it allows these clay figures to understand the specific meaning of what he is saying.
During this process, Chen Xuanhuang also experienced what it meant to talk to a brick wall or play music to a cow.
I finally realized just how difficult it is to teach a group of people to speak and understand what he means, starting from scratch.
Time passed by little by little.
Because there is no sun or moon here, he has no way of knowing exactly how much time has passed.
However, according to his own physiological habits, he counts each new day as the day after he wakes up.
He has probably slept there nearly ten thousand times, which, if accurate, is roughly over twenty years.
However, Chen Xuanhuang did not have much of a sense of time or awareness about this.
It was as if time had passed by unnoticed.
Finally, that day arrived.
He wrote a word on the ground in front of the last clay figure.
Tell me, what is this?