Summer storms were a nuisance, especially for Spabble who had to replan the excavation of his nest. Choosing the same location beneath the giant rocks, this time he designed it in a three-dimensional W-shape, considering long-term prospects, with broader passages and nest chambers.

There were two lower points, the first serving as a drainage reservoir, and the second as a nesting chamber. Two higher points were designated for storing decaying leaves and deeper into the rocks, relatively dry, for storing dried meat. However, widening the passages posed significant security risks. Predatory creatures like snakes and rodents could easily crawl in, especially during their vulnerable periods of evolution, which made it particularly dangerous. Spabble specifically moved a moderately sized stone from the stream nearby to block the entrance, just in case.

On both sides of the stream were lush grasslands, inhabited by a large number of sword-horned grasshoppers. The cultivated taro fields of the big-headed harvest ants would attract them, so there was no need to worry about excessive hunting.

The entrance was a hunting ground, convenient and safe. With sword-horned grasshoppers always available, food would never be scarce. The ancestral memories of the cockroach tribe were correct; as long as food was abundant, junior warriors could grow rapidly.

Twenty days later, Spabble began to exhibit signs of fatigue and drowsiness, the precursor to shedding and evolution. A month later, he fell into a deep slumber...

As a Level 2 junior warrior, 18 units in length, this evolution didn't bring about significant genetic breakthroughs, nor did it take much time. His physical structure only showed minor changes, akin to a minor breakthrough for a human martial artist—improvements in strength, speed, shell hardness, flight ability, etc., were all ordinary.

He still had to undergo seven more such evolutions before reaching the second transformative upgrade upon becoming an intermediate warrior. Spabble speculated that this jungle was located in the subtropical region of the planet's southern hemisphere.

The geographical location and structure were quite adverse, especially in the peak of summer, whether it was pouring rain or scorching sun, it was akin to nature's scourge upon living beings.

It seemed to have just experienced a heavy downpour; now the jungle was being baked under the scorching sun. Inside the nest chambers, it was hot and humid, with the air almost dripping with moisture. Checking the stored dried meat, it had turned into a mass of black mold. Fortunately, this evolution wasn't as debilitating as the last one. After eating a few pieces of decaying leaves, Spabble regained much of his strength.

Arriving at the entrance, it was midday, with waves of heat and smoke billowing. Jungle plants reveled in the hot and humid weather, thriving. The taro plants grew vigorously; before Spabble had gone to sleep, their spikes had just withered, forming clusters of seeds. By the time he woke up, their seeds had ripened into a golden hue.

Most animals struggled to endure such weather, seeking refuge, except for the diligent big-headed harvest ants toiling under the blazing sun. Using their large mandibles, they severed the taro plants from their roots and harvested the seeds, carrying them to dry places to sunbathe.

Because of Spabble and a few small flower snakes hunting and feasting on the tender leaves of the taro plants, they had a bountiful harvest this year.

"My first seed of life is fully gestated. Should I sow it now?"

"Forget it. It's not the right season. After all, it's a forceful plant. It'd be a pity if it withered in the sun."

"However, what seeds should I choose for the next seed of life?"

Spabble began to contemplate.

During the peak summer season, many plants began to bear fruit. There were several bushes and trees in the forest suitable for the current size. Grass seeds weren't necessary for the second seed.

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Heading out to hunt two sword-horned grasshoppers, Spabble lay at the entrance, eating while contemplating. There were about a dozen mulberry trees growing by the stream, specifically the "White Jade Mulberry" variety—a deciduous tree whose mulberries were delicious, and its seeds were small enough to fit into the seed capsule. However, mulberry trees took at least three years to mature and bear fruit.

Not far from the woods was a rare "Sunset Fruit" tree, an evergreen tree with the same slow growth issue.

Raspberries were the best choice, but unfortunately, the fruit wouldn't ripen until late autumn.

For the cockroach warriors, nurturing and cultivating seeds, managing the seedlings, and absorbing cosmic force through the seedlings were quite complex. Every seed's selection was crucial for future evolution and growth.

"Anyway, the seeds will have to wait until next spring to be sown. For now, it's just a matter of priority. No need to fuss over it too much."

Spabble went to the stream in the scorching heat of noon, making several round trips, picking over a dozen mulberries and tossing them into the entrance of the big-headed harvest ants' nest.

These big-brained ants weren't picky eaters; they swarmed over the fruit, quickly devouring the flesh and collecting the seeds to sun-dry.

Spabble then headed to the location of the Sunset Fruit tree, exerting great effort to drag back half a fruit, tossing it at the entrance of the ant nest. As expected, the big-headed harvest ants mobilized a large number of worker ants, quickly devouring the fruit flesh, collecting the seeds, and drying them in a dry place.

Seeing this, Spabble stopped worrying and returned to the depths of his nest chamber, pondering how to improve the structure to create a storage chamber that could maintain dryness long-term, for storing dried meat and seeds.

While damp meat could be accepted, it would be a fatal loss if the seeds were to sprout prematurely due to moisture. Spabble redirected his excavation efforts toward the black rocks. The flat jungle terrain with giant rocks seemed somewhat incongruous, not conforming to geological evolution norms. These rocks were definitely meteorites rich in metallic elements from outer space. What was strange was the inconsistency in the surrounding terrain.

The rocks were very hard; digging inside them would be less susceptible to moisture erosion. Spabble tested it; after the second evolution, even his toes had undergone minor strengthening, enabling him to dig bit by bit. It was slow and time-consuming, so for now, he only dug out a narrow passage sloping upwards, just enough for his current size to pass through, aiming as deep as possible. Busy until late at night, he dug about 30 units deep. It would suffice for now; there was plenty of time in the future to expand further.

Spabble spat out the taro seeds from the seed capsule, wrapping them carefully in dried leaves for preservation. At this time of year, most sword-horned grasshopper nymphs had grown into adults about 20 units long, larger than Spabble himself, so the hunting pattern remained unchanged—leaving at dawn and noon, hunting two adult grasshoppers each time was enough to eat.

Guarding the taro fields made life quite easy and comfortable.

It was another sunny day; by morning, the dew had dried early, and the big-headed harvest ants were busy

moving seeds out to sunbathe. With slightly reduced humidity, by sunning for half the morning, everything would be thoroughly dried.

Spabble went out on time, standing on the grass leaves in the distance, carefully comparing. He planned to select three of the best White Jade Mulberry and Sunset Fruit seeds each, to be stored in the storage chamber for future use.

His attention was drawn to a seed gleaming with golden light.

Upon closer examination, it was a taro seed.

Ordinary taro seeds turned brownish-yellow after drying, but this was a mutated taro seed!

"The seeds of forceful plants!"

"Am I lucky? Or is this planet more conducive to the birth of plant mutations?"

In his excitement, vague inherited memories from his soul brand surfaced—a term: the Gifted Seed!

The cockroach tribe referred to the seeds of forceful plants as "Gifted Seeds," adhering to the natural law they worshipped, regarding "nature" as "god," and the "Gifted Seeds" symbolizing nature's bounty.

Inherited memories recorded that there were two ways to cultivate the Gifted Seeds:

The first was direct sowing, producing forceful plants that condensed seeds or fruits. After ingestion, one could gain uncertain special abilities.

The second was nurturing them in seed capsules, with a chance to integrate racial abilities into the Gifted Seeds, obtaining high-quality seeds. However, the drawback was the consumption of a large amount of cosmic force, delaying one's own evolutionary growth.

Spabble hesitated for two seconds, then flapped his wings and swooped down, swallowing the Gifted Seed in one gulp and activating the seed capsule to envelop it. This action immediately angered the big-headed harvest ants guarding the seed, showing signs of wanting to fight to the death.

Not wanting to cause trouble, Spabble hastily selected a few tree seeds and flew away.