Chapter 295 A Promising Future: A New Era Begins...
The azure sky stretched as far as the eye could see, without a single cloud except for a tiny green seedling growing out of nowhere. Vivi looked around with curiosity in her eyes: "Is this... the ruins of a divine kingdom?"
Shu Xin was also a little curious: "This is indeed the ruins of the creator god's kingdom, how did you figure that out?"
Vivili tapped her head: "When my master was refining me, he used some materials from the ruins of the divine kingdom, and I have some sense of them."
That alchemist is truly amazing, Shu Xin exclaimed in admiration. But did a divine kingdom really exist in this world? Come to think of it, if there were gods, the supporting facilities must have been there too, right?
There are hardly any living gods on the continent of Lefra now. Once the world's laws are completely stable, new gods should be born? Speaking of which, gods can be considered magical life forms, right? Shu Xin pondered this aimlessly as she brought her life device to the Tree of Life.
Seeing the nine points of light surrounding the little green sprout, Shu Xin's eyes lit up—nine demigods meant there would be nine gods in the future, which meant there would be nine divine kingdoms? The future looked promising!
However, that future is so far away that it's hard to know how far off it is. It's more important to focus on the present. Shu Xin gently placed the life-saving device in front of the little green sprout.
There were no epic special effects; the Tree of Life simply swayed its verdant buds, and an invisible force surged forth from the alchemy device—like wind but not wind, like light but not light—it was the passage of thousands of years.
The Tree of Life, in its tender bud stage, slowly sprouts leaves at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a few breaths, the tender green bud grows into a sapling. Although the trunk looks slender and thin, the branches and leaves grow lush and vibrant.
Where the tree roots once stood, there was now a small patch of soil—a rather peculiar soil, lustrous and pure white, radiating a soft and sacred glow.
"Alright, the life support device can be turned on normally now." Shu Xin stepped forward and took the life support device from the sapling, which was now as tall as herself.
After thinking for a moment, she handed the alchemy device to Xi, who looked bored: "After all, the Great Horned Deer is a magical creature from three thousand years ago. These cubs are very young and have lost the guidance of their elders. I'm afraid they are not only unfamiliar with this world, but they are also probably unfamiliar with their own power. We need to help them get acquainted with it."
"Once they can control their powers, we'll send them to school with the elf cubs." After making her decision, Shu Xin bent down and grabbed a handful of soil from the tree roots. She squeezed the loose soil particles in her hand and was somewhat disappointed. "How come it's just pure magic energy? We can't grow anything with this."
Xi was staring blankly at the image of the deer inside the life support device when he heard Shu Xin's words, and he suddenly laughed:
"Of course nothing can be grown there. The divine kingdom itself is merely a manifestation of divine power. But my dear, once you become the master of the divine kingdom, you can freely define everything within it. In other words, if you want this soil to be arable, it can grow any kind of plant."
Shu Xin glanced sideways at Xi, refusing to fall for his empty promises: "I don't want to become a god. I'm waiting to raise the next generation before retiring!"
I refuse to work like a god, who never rests!
Vivili wisely kept silent, pretending that she had temporarily lost her hearing.
Brushing the white dirt off her hands, Shu Xin looked at the nine points of light that had grown much larger as the Tree of Life had grown taller:
"Sasari! Lelian! Fufumi! Dedel! Yayani! Feifeite! Vivig! Aoren! Popomo! Wake up! Wake up! Get up and get to work! It's time to bring the souls and bodies of our people back home!"
The nine points of light flickered slightly, as if breathing, as if responding.
Countless humans on the continent of Lefra suddenly experienced a strange change.
In the magnificent imperial bedchamber, the elderly emperor awoke from his afternoon nap with a start. He pressed his hand tightly to his chest, where a withered seed was strangely embedded. To his horror, he discovered that this miraculous seed, which had continuously provided him with life force and allowed him to live for five hundred years, was withering and dissipating.
"No—no—the court mage—"
His shouts abruptly ceased, and that incomparably noble body turned to dust and vanished completely.
Inside the tall, deep mage tower, a young mage was intently drawing a magic circle when the steady flow of magic power suddenly stopped. His magic staff, which he used like an extension of his own arm, exploded with a muffled thud, and the room fell silent.
Hearing the commotion, the servant cautiously pushed open the door and let out a scream upon seeing the lifeless mage.
Legendary magic scrolls in the underground vault, practice magic wands stored on shelves, magical artifacts displayed in the mansion, magical robes hanging in the wardrobe... all crumbled amidst the astonishment, bewilderment, anger, or panic of their owners.
On the plains of Garnar, the elves are busily preparing for the first harvest month without a magic tax.
Following the harvest celebrations, there will be a nationwide flying ball tournament. The governors have already said that those who make it into the top 5,000 will receive an official position from His Majesty! It is said that there will also be a year-round Wind Market on the border, where the black fog has been dispelled by His Majesty, and there will never be any more monsters from the outer continent!
Whether it's the Flying Ball Tournament or the Wind Market, the Pokémon are all extremely excited.
On such an ordinary day, a resonance from the depths of their souls caused the elves to stop what they were doing, and they each came to the Tree of Life in their own village, town, or city.
From the beginning to the end of the year, from childhood to the present, the magic tree, which always seemed to look the same, began to grow under the watchful eyes of the elves—
At an incredibly fast pace, it sprouts branches, unfolds leaves, and grows taller and taller until it towers into the clouds, its enormous canopy seemingly supporting the entire sky for the spirits.
The elves in the royal city were the most shocked. The Tree of Life in front of them was so tall that they couldn't see its crown even when they looked up; all they could see were swirling clouds.
As the last new green leaf swayed in the wind, countless pieces of information flooded the elves' minds—truths buried deep in history, the painful past of their people.
That is also the power flowing in their blood; it will be authority, and it will also be responsibility.
[In the name of the Primordial Elves,] the Elf King's calm words resounded in the ears of all intelligent life on this continent: [The Primordial Elves are one with the continent of Lefra; any act that harms the Primordial Elves is unforgivable.]
[From this day forward, large-scale wars are forbidden on the continent of Lefla. Disputes between races should be resolved through negotiation, arbitration, or competition whenever possible. The Primal Elves swear by the power of their own laws to expel malicious provocateurs and ensure that peace forever reigns on Lefla!]
The wind rustled the leaves, and Xi squinted in the swaying light and shadow, yawned, and pulled her finger out of the little deer's chewing mouth as she asked, "Darling, I didn't think you'd be this firm?"
He glanced speechlessly at his sleeve, which was soaked with saliva, and then turned to find that Shu Xin was also struggling with her hair—she was trying to save it.
Hearing Xi's question, Shu Xin didn't even turn her head: "'Truth only exists within range, and peace only comes from the barrel of a gun!' It's not that I'm being tough, it's that the river spirits have to be tough—Don't eat! Don't eat!"
"Have you thought about what will happen to these blockheads after you die?"
"Even if I die, you'll still be there for me, won't you?"
"What do you mean 'I'm still here'? I want to die with you!"
"Oh, oh."
"Darling?? Are you even listening to me? Shu-Xin—I said I want to die with you!...No, you can't die!"
"Oh, I'm going to check out the trade area in a bit. Do you want to come along? If so, we'll have to feed the deer now."
"…………"
And so a new day begins.
And so a new era began.
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Author's Note: In the very end, Shu Xin will still be working a job with no days off, year-round, with no day of retirement. [Referring to becoming a god]
It's finished!!!
Woohoo! It's finished! Hooray!
I feel like it ended smoothly!
Waaaaaah, it really got so laggy towards the end! It made me lose weight from 100 pounds to 80 pounds! Waaaaah!
The smooth updates these past two days have felt like a dream; is this a final burst of energy before death...?
I don't want to write a long novel next time! I absolutely must have a complete draft of the next book! Otherwise, it's so painful when I get writer's block and have to stop updating, and it's also painful for my friends who are following the series... I absolutely must have a complete draft! [Shouting]
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My next book, "Hamster Country Farm Owner," is currently in full draft form! I have 27,000 words in draft form, and the full text will be around 300,000 words. I'm aiming to start writing in March!
The text is as follows:
Transmigrating as a pink and white hamster is already outrageous, but what's even more outrageous is that she transmigrated into a farmer with bug-like planting abilities.
She cultivated this rare tree species, whose fruit takes millions of years to mature, to produce an abundance of fruit.
A rare plant that blooms for thousands of years; she cultivated it until the pot was overflowing with flower buds.
—She really just loosened the soil and sprinkled some water!
Then she received a letter from the prince of the Hamster Kingdom:
Dear Madam Farmer, I can give you anything you desire: wealth, power, beauty, or even my kingdom. I beg you, please help me grow this World Tree.
The farm owner lady with an incomparably large cheat code vs. the hamster prince with an incomparably large number of troubles
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