The Green Moon drifted in endless darkness, trapped in an eternal nightmare. It relived past memories, watching everything crumble into an unending sequence of despair.

The death of the Violet Moon, the unstoppable flood of evolutionary fluid. In the dissolving jungle, desperate humans cried out for salvation, but the Green Moon abandoned them, fleeing to the untouched sanctuary of space, leaving its followers and the other moons behind as bait.

In the endless void, it lost consciousness, falling into a deep sleep far beyond human wishes and the reach of the ancient gods. In that dark prison, only a divine touch could awaken it.

Over and over, the Green Moon reflected on its failures.

Lush jungles, lands teeming with life, and the harmonious nature humans desired—none of it had saved them. Diversity, cultivated through wishes, was useless. What was needed was simplicity and strength, something akin to the evolutionary fluid’s ruthless drive.

["A single unified life is necessary."] ["A collective that binds all—followers, inhabitants, moons, all as one."]

Endlessly haunted by regret, the Green Moon envisioned this new form of unity. And as the nightmares repeated, a glimmer of consciousness began to reawaken within it, sparked by the touch of a small gray god.

The T. rex’s Final Sprint Through the Jungle

The T. rex barreled through the jungle, running at an alarming speed, as fast as a small plane. Its bones groaned under the strain, cracking from the force of the black reaper’s exoskeleton in its desperate dash to save the mini reapers.

Riding atop the T. rex, I looked up at the moon, my brow furrowing. ‘The color is strange.’

The Green Moon I had seen from space was a beautiful emerald. But here, in the jungle, it appeared as a murky, ominous dark green, reminiscent of the evolutionary fluid. The landscape began to distort, bubbling and emitting toxic fumes as the jungle melted into a deadly liquid.

No…

I ripped off a piece of the black reaper armor to check on the T. rex.

“No!!!”

Peeling open the exoskeleton, I saw my magnificent T. rex beginning to dissolve.

My dream. My hope. My future. All melting under the malice of the Green Moon.

The Corruption of the Green Moon

The Green Moon had once filled the jungle with life, glowing like a clear emerald under the night sky. Its light added vibrant hues to the shadows, and the jungle felt peaceful under its care. Though it could no longer speak or show intent, it had been a gentle, life-giving presence.

But the moon overhead now was different. Its dark green shade was tainted, decayed, and menacing, exuding a toxic energy that seemed to draw everything into a nightmare.

Mingming gazed at the moon, sadness filling his golden eyes. The once-gentle Green Moon remained silent, casting only light that corroded and rotted everything it touched.

A trickle of blood, like crimson tears, slid down from Mingming’s eyes as he watched.

Sharp bone spears protruded from his body, his wounds bubbling as if they, too, were melting. The weighty footsteps of the Green Moon’s new minions grew louder, and Mingming looked up.

The creature approaching had a towering head that nearly touched the sky. Its countless limbs were a chaotic mass of bones from various creatures, dripping with dark green mucus. Each drop spread across the ground, merging with the melting jungle, bubbling like a deadly plague.

In the sickly ooze, countless agonized faces surfaced and faded away, symbolizing the end of all life. This was the world the new Green Moon envisioned—a world where everything became one with the ooze.

But Mingming didn’t want such a world.

“Miiing…”

He turned to the woman, letting out a small, sorrowful cry.

‘I’m sorry.’

I’m sorry for leaving the desperate humans to fend for themselves. I’m sorry…

With a fierce cry, Mingming forced himself to rise. Though one of his arms had been severed and his body was covered in wounds, he resolved to protect—at least the woman.

Just as he made this vow, a tremendous sound echoed through the jungle.

Thud!

A massive bone stake pinned Mingming to the ground, as if he were nothing more than an insect. His golden eyes flickered weakly, and tiny sprouts erupted from the ground, trying to fight off the ooze. But each sprout dissolved the moment it touched the toxic slime.

In his fading vision, Mingming took one last look at the woman.

‘I wanted to be with you a bit longer…’

And with that, his consciousness faded away.

Confronting the Green Moon’s Abomination

I reached the clearing where the Green Moon’s presence felt strongest, astride the T. rex, which dashed toward the nightmare beast that was drinking in the melting jungle’s ooze.

A blood-soaked moss ball—a survivor—clung to it desperately.

Broken white walls, remnants of an artificial structure, dotted the swamp-like field of dark green slime. A complete mess, yet finding a survivor was a relief. Seeing so few human traces in the jungle, I had feared I’d arrived too late.

I jumped off the T. rex, and as I turned, I saw that it, too, had dissolved completely, leaving only the black reaper exoskeleton running on its own.

‘T. rex, I’ll avenge you!’ I vowed tearfully as I faced the monstrous entity.

This creature was clearly a harmful object, as was the Green Moon itself. It no longer resembled the life-giving moon I had first encountered; now, it was a plague incarnate.

The jungle had almost entirely melted, transformed into a writhing, living liquid. It felt like staring at a mass of mold, giving off a foul stench.

The area around the woman—the lone survivor from the space station—was untouched. Tiny sprouts continuously grew around her, barely holding back the encroaching ooze. The source of these sprouts was the massive green mound nearby, which was bleeding profusely.

Seeing this, the golden reapers pushed through the ooze and rushed to the woman’s side, offering protection. They clung to her, trying to keep her grounded and calm in her fragile state.

‘Hang in there!’

They even blew sparks into the dying moss ball, trying to reignite its strength.

At that moment, the monstrous creature, absorbing all life around it, opened its eyes and began to move.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The jungle had vanished, leaving only a blackened, rotting landscape. I took in the sight of the monstrous creature and the Green Moon in my field of vision, realizing I needed to act quickly for the mini reapers’ sake.

I activated “the Eye.”

<Sever the chain of life.>

Hmm…

But what exactly am I supposed to do?

The Green Moon’s New Minion

The monstrous minion, now one with the Green Moon, gazed down at the gray reaper and thought, ‘Weak.’

Though the Green Moon’s memory held no image of the forgotten god, it carried the god’s sense of overwhelming strength.

A towering giant touching the heavens. The origin of all objects. The embodiment of all desires. The laws of the world.

Yet the gray god standing before it seemed small and fragile.

With a being that weak, perhaps it could be united with the Green Moon.