"Mm..."
"When Lord Miracle gave the order, it felt like we could all hear the regret echoing in its heart, like it had missed something, and there was this deep guilt..."
"The highest command it gave us was to return to Blue Star after death."
Sharkshark folded its arms, racking its brains and digging through the database in its mind, laying out all the information it had currently decompressed from the gene database.
Gene Command One: Return to Blue Star, survive at all costs, lie low on Blue Star and wait.
Gene Command Two: Find the object of regret that Lord Miracle could not let go of on its deathbed.
Gene Command Three: Receive and guide the revival of the new Miracle.
"Oh right, I seem to have forgotten to say this..." Sharkshark opened its eyes and added, "The 'Lord Miracle' we talk about doesn't mean an individual, but the smartest, strongest, and infinitely close to true perfection among our blue life tribe—the [Perfect]."
"Mm....."
