Bob's training methods allowed for more efficient energy consumption, and the results were significant. Now, he could glide smoothly down from rocks without the risk of breaking his legs.

After repeating the process two or three times, he entered his nest, picked out a thick and crispy leaf, nibbled on it to replenish his energy, and took a short rest.

Suddenly, two antennae probed into the narrow entrance, continuously swaying and releasing pheromones.

"Come out, meat, eat..."

Simple, intermittent messages filled with excitement.

"Meat!"

Bob was overjoyed, dropping the leaf and quickly crawling out of the nest.

Standing at the entrance was an adult female cockroach, her two front legs holding a piece of shredded meat torn from somewhere, presenting it to Bob as if it were a treasure.

Bob's mother, her body color already somewhat dull, her body starting to age, was nearing the end of her life as an adult female cockroach.

Cockroaches have two reproductive modes: parthenogenesis and sexual reproduction. Only through sexual reproduction is there a very small chance of giving birth to male cockroaches.

Nearby, hundreds of cockroaches were her daughters, with Bob being the only son.

In the tribe of Red Roaches, female cockroaches are brightly colored in red, while males are pink. In their aesthetic perception, red is the beautiful color.

Bob was a freak. His first molt resulted in a black-brown exoskeleton, and with each subsequent molt, he became darker. To other members of the Red Roach tribe, he was undoubtedly an ugly anomaly.

His sisters all despised Bob and refused to share a nest with him. Only his mother, the cockroach, never abandoned him and took care of him.

About a month ago, his mother brought him two pieces of shredded meat overnight, helping him complete his third molt in advance.

Bob didn't hesitate to devour the meat, while also couldn't help but start thinking.

"Such strong muscle fibers, it must be from a large organism, but where did it come from?"

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"The last time could be explained as luck, an accidental encounter. How about this time?"

No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure it out.

Watching Bob devour the shredded meat eagerly, his mother affectionately waved her antennae, gently touching Bob's antennae, conveying a sense of happiness.

"Meat, there's more..."

Turning around, his mother ran off.

A thought struck Bob, and he waved his antennae, urgently transmitting a message: "Wait!"

His mother stopped, turned around, swayed her antennae, expressing confusion.

Bob quickly caught up, climbed onto his mother's back, and continued to signal: "Together."

His mother swayed her antennae, transmitting: "Danger."

Bob continued to transmit: "Not afraid, together."

His mother stood still for a while, then finally, carrying Bob, began to run swiftly.

Climbing up the ridge of the mountains, heading towards a nearby peak.

For a tiny cockroach, it was quite a long distance. Along the way, his mother stopped several times to search for rotten leaves to eat and replenish her energy, then continued on.

Finally, late at night, they arrived at the sunny side of the mountain peak.

Bob was stunned by the sight before him.

A special forest, with special plants.

Especially striking was a patch of bushes, presumably raspberries, even more robust than the common raspberries on the mountain. The veins of the leaves were reddish-brown, and the bushes were full of raspberry fruits, many of which emitted a faint orange glow.

Force plants!

Bob recognized them at a glance.

Force organisms?

Next to the raspberries, a giant red cockroach was leisurely cutting a piece from the body of a half-snake-like creature, peeling off the snake skin and discarding it. Immediately, the surrounding group of cockroaches cheered and swarmed to cover the snake skin, frantically feasting.

"Is this the described tribal warrior in the inheritance memory?"

"Do the tribal warriors of the Red Roach tribe understand how to independently use the Force to achieve genetic evolution?"

"Or is it the innate potential of the racial genes?"

Bob's mind was full of confusion.

In an instant, there were too many questions to ponder, and his brain cells were insufficient, making his brain feel heavy.

His mother stopped, waving her antennae to indicate that Bob could get off.

She was very anxious. After waiting for a moment without any movement from Bob, she flapped her wings anxiously, chirping, and rushed towards a larger skeleton not far away.

Bob snapped out of his daze and looked over: incomplete skeletons of large organisms, mostly snakes, had been cut into sections and gnawed clean. There were also skeletal remains of large organisms, all incomplete.

Bob speculated that the warrior of the Red Roach tribe in front of him and other warriors would come to the jungle to hunt together regularly, and after a successful hunt, they would share the food.

"I wonder how the other warriors of the tribe are in terms of size and strength?"

"If they understand how to cultivate force plants and absorb force independently to achieve genetic evolution, then there are endless possibilities, and there should be strong individuals."

Continuously pondering the questions, Bob's head became a little heavy again. The nutrients accumulated in his body had long been depleted, and his energy was completely exhausted. He crawled laboriously to the shade of a tree, searching for rotten leaves to eat.