After traveling to a real Pokémon world, Chen Mu gradually realized that the role of Pokémon is not just to fight and kill on the battlefield.

As a miraculous creature, they still contain too many unsolved mysteries that attract humans to explore.

What are their habits and diet in the wild?

What was their migration like?

What is their intra-clan competition like? How do they court and mate?

The charm of a large and complex ecosystem is in no way inferior to that of a wonderful competitive battle.

This time, Chen Mu will strive to convey this beauty to more people in the world through popular science.

Cao Kun accidentally awakened a doomsday simulator.

But there is a problem now, the simulator doesn’t say when the end of the world will come!

After each simulation, Cao Kun can inherit the various enhancements he has obtained in the simulator.

But the problem remains the same.

When will the end of the world come?

Or, has the end of the world already come?

"A mere Qi Chain Cultivator is qualified to interrogate me?" The tied-up Saintess of the Demon Sect sneered proudly. Chen An silently picked up the whip and glanced at the occupation information that had just appeared. [Occupation: Prisoner] [Rank: Level 1] [Skills: Torture] Snap! The whip fell, and the information appeared: [This person is an undercover agent of the Xuantian Sect] Snap! [Obtained the Xuantian Soul Shaping Technique] Snap! [Obtained the Xuantian Controlling Qigong]... At the beginning, Chen An just wanted to be a nine-to-five disciple of the prison. But before he knew it, he had become a giant of the Demon Sect, suppressing all the gods and Buddhas. "Everyone in the prison is talented and speaks well. I like it here very much."

Five hundred years ago. Lei Yingying looked down at the young man in the courtyard and said calmly, "Ah, mortals... compared to 'eternity', we're but a fleeting moment of life... That's all. I'll just entertain you for a while." Five hundred years later. On a sickbed. "Wow, wow, you wretch, fight for your life! Don't die!" The sapling I'd planted for years, watered day and night, never saw its branches and leaves flourish. It died the night before my lover returned from her studies. Both held high hopes, yet the two, one man and one god, drifted further and further apart, never to see the day she emerged from the Pure Land and opened her heart. After years of feeding fried tofu, the little fox grew into a full-grown fox, while I slowly aged, unable to lift any kitchen utensils. Sacred cherry blossoms, waka poems, plum wine and snacks, sardines and salt, a shrine strewn with fallen petals, a summer appointment I couldn't keep again. I wanted to buy osmanthus flowers and wine, but I left as an old friend. It's not like the youthful journey. Human lifespan has a limit. "Companionship is the most profound confession of love—but I'm sorry, as a mortal, I can't always say: 'I love you'."