Soul of Negary

Chapter 258: Vol3 Ch58: Sprout

〖 It is impossible for the will of the Moon Tree to overturn the situation and reclaim power over this world 〗

Sitting at the top of his clock tower, Negary’s gaze reached extremely far. Following the information obtained from Chromie, he managed to confirm the will of the Moon Tree’s plan.

After several thousand years of having lost the war, the will of the Moon Tree had been constantly kept as cattle and harvested over and over again. Even if it was allowed to escape its seal, it would still fall into a long period of weakness, during which any of the Righteous Gods would be able to put it back in its place.

〖 Because of this, the will of the Moon Tree isn’t looking to win against the seven Gods, but to flee 〗borrowing Darr’s point of view, Negary soon noticed the strangeness of the withered Mother Tree.

Mother Trees were the branches of the Moon Tree that extended all over the world, each of which contained a large pool of mana and the ability to transfer them, among other abilities. At certain points, they could even bear elven fruits to create new elves.

After the will of the Moon Tree was suppressed, almost every Mother Tree in existence was burnt to a crisp, while the few that remained soon withered away.

The will of the Moon Tree was a complete control freak, as evident from the elves’ mana addiction. It wished to grasp everything in its hand, so the Mother Trees were also rigged in the same way as the elves.

The will of the Moon Tree was afraid of the Mother Trees growing their own consciousness and betraying it, so it had put a defensive mechanism within them to immediately wither as soon as they became detached from it.

However, right at this very moment, inside a withered Mother Tree, a new life was sprouting.

The only ones who knew what happened in this underground region would be the elf Pernod who had lived for several thousand years, as well as the will of the Moon Tree with its complete control over the elven race. However, without any doubts, something must have occurred during the process of creating plants suitable for the underground environment and caused what should have been a withered Mother Tree to now sprout a new life.

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Pernod carried a bucket with him, which contained some medicinal water, as he walked up the long flight of stairs around the gigantic Mother Tree. The top of the withered Mother Tree was in complete silence.

From the foot of the tree to a certain point of the tree, it took the old elf around half an hour on foot. Standing on top of the giant dried-up tree, Pernod looked down on the ruined city, for the past few hundred years, he had gotten to like silently watching like this more and more.

In his vision, the lights lit up again bit by bit, the wild grass receded away, the trees returned to life, the wandering Gluttonous Demon Ghosts once again stood straight up, their grey skin faded away, their expressions no longer filled with ferocity and lust for mana, instead gentle and calm smiles.

However, the frigid howling wind woke Pernod from his own delusions, the damned Gluttonous Demon Ghosts once again were up to their own devices. Listening to their horrific howls, Pernod turned around and left.

Returning to the cold reality, Pernod carried his bucket into a cove in the trunk of the dried-up tree. After unlocking the layers of protection, he saw the green hue of freshness, a newly born sprout on top of a wooden pole.

Even after several thousand years, it was still only so big.

When they fell into the underground all those years ago, the Mother Tree withered away. To produce new food or to save the Mother Tree, they came up with many solutions, two of which were actually put into practice at the same time.

Using criminals as a mana source, this was Pernod’s suggestion. At the time, he had already become a Great Sage with the most influence within the elven race, secretly enacting this Mother Tree revival plan.

This sprout was the result of his research, for this small thing, he opened the door into the abyss, bringing sin into this isolated world, turning his own kind into those damned beastly creatures.

Although this situation would have happened sooner or later, all things considered at the time, that couldn’t be an excuse for what he had done. It was him who first made the suggestion, and that was his sin to bear.

At the same time, it was because of the existence of this single sprout that he had survived up to this point.

Unfortunately, it was already too late when the sprout finally came to be. By the time he announced the success of his plan, what welcomed him were the mindless attacks from his previous compatriots. They no longer cared about his so-called plan, they only desired the overflowing mana of the sprout.

In the following long years, Pernod had attempted numerous times to make his kinsmen regain their rationality, but they all failed; he attempted to prevent the birth of new Gluttonous Demon Ghosts, but that failed; he kidnapped and took in a mutated Gluttonous Demon Ghost offspring, attempting to rehabilitate it through education, but that also failed.

Throughout the long years, Pernod had attempted many experiments, but once all of them had failed, he realized that his mission was already over, and he was powerless to change anything at all.

The only thing he should do right now, was to follow that personage’s will and entrust it all to the other party.

Slowly pouring the medicinal water in his bucket into the root of the sprout, watching it slowly absorb everything, Pernod fell into thought.

With the Farnate weed blood opening the gate of the city, I’ve finally gotten the answer to the millennia-old question. The only thing left is to make my choice.

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〖 A familiar methodology, could it be that the will of every world is like this? Purely rational, with only consideration for profits and losses without any emotions attached. Of course, this was also a bitter fruit that the elven race raised for themselves 〗Negary chuckled mockingly.

The reason why all of Pernod’s plans so far had failed was because those elves had already been discarded.

A purebred elf would never be able to resist the will of the Moon Tree, so once they were discarded, their outcome would become even more pathetic than being cursed by the seven Righteous Gods.

In truth, Pernod was no different. If he took off his coat, he would find that his current body was greatly different to that of the elves he knew. In fact, one could even say that the only difference between him and the Gluttonous Demon Ghosts was the fact that he had a stable source of mana, allowing him to not completely lose his rationality.

In the end, the main reason for everything was the will of the Moon Tree’s plan. If the will of the Moon Tree wanted to flee, it must detach itself from this world, using the Moon Tree as its host. However, the original Moon Tree that acted as the pillar of this world had already been destroyed; the secondary choices, the Mother Trees, were either burnt or withered from being cut-off.

And so, this sprout would be the new host that the will of the Moon Tree selected.

To not be discovered by the seven Gods, and to make the series of post-escape actions more convenient, the will of the Moon Tree had refrained from forming too deep of a connection with this sprout.

At the same time, worried that the sprout might grow out of its control, the majority of the elves were selectively discarded and left to devolve into the inferior Gluttonous Demon Ghosts, leaving only Pernod to manage it.

〖 In the end, it was the issue of the elven race themselves. The wills of the worlds themselves do not have a personality, only when the aspect of Alaya has an advantage over the natural aspect of the world would it become distinctively personified 〗Negary shook his head: 〖 It can be said that the original form of the Moon Tree was decided by the elven race itself. If the elves were truly a race that loved peace, the will of the world would also display the corresponding characteristics 〗

Unfortunately, the elves of this world were not at all like that.

They considered humans to be weeds, unceasingly mounted invasions against other worlds, abused mana without any qualms, plundered the Source Energy of other worlds to create the original mana source, the Moon Well.

The characteristics of a race determined the will of their world, and in return the will of the world would ultimately decide the fate of the race.

〖 It truly is interesting 〗after chuckling, Negary returned to his research. His final plan was soon going to reach fruition.