chapter 91
Chapter 91
In the moonlight, the Tree Demon swung its trunk in pain, yellowed leaves falling one by one.
The branches hurried to catch the leaves, but it was futile.
The body it had maintained for hundreds of years, without new nourishment,
was heading toward winter.
The thick, long branch stretched out to the human harvested today. In the darkness, it distinctly sensed four people, but in the end, only one had been lured out.
The newly sprouted buds pressed against Feng Shan’s bloodless face. “You want to be number one, come closer to me… a little closer… and it will happen soon…”
Feng Shan’s body convulsed. He stared with his already dilated eyes and, in a breathy voice, said, “I want to be…”
The branch burrowed into his willingly open mouth, entered his body, drained his blood and life force, and finally grew out from his ears and eyes.
The Tree Demon could not kill directly.
It could only amplify every desire, enticing humans to approach of their own accord, to offer up their life force and become its nourishment.
Feng Shan’s body turned to white bones in just a few seconds.
The Tree Demon stared at the briefly green, then rapidly withering leaves on its branch, and angrily threw the skeleton to the ground.
“Eaten again, all gone! The Sea Demon is gone! There are no living trees in this Forest either! It’s all that human’s fault! I finally managed to lure the Sea Demon here, finally waited for a Full Moon Day! Hurry up and restart!”
The branches groped on the ground.
“Where did everyone go? The Sea Demon and the humans have all disappeared! The Heart? Even a crushed Heart can be eaten… where is it?”
Suddenly, it touched something hard and cold. It picked it up to look.
It was a mirror.
In the mirror, it saw its own deeply grooved trunk, a mass of withered yellow leaves, and some branches already barren and dry.
The reflection looked so old.
“Ah-!” The Tree Demon screamed and smashed the mirror on the ground.
“Damn mirror! I don’t want to look! I don’t want these ugly leaves! I want to be an evergreen tree! I never want to enter winter!”
The mirror shattered on the ground.
Reflecting two Moons falling from the sky at the same time.
The Moons grew closer and closer to the Tree Demon.
The Tree Demon saw the Nobles’ hall, previously razed to the ground, being rebuilt from the ashes.
At its roots, Blaud, who had served as its foundation for hundreds of years, was also turning transparent.
As if time had been reversed thousands or tens of thousands of times.
Countless timelines overlapped at this moment.
The Tree Demon shook its leaves in excitement. “The Sea Demon’s Heart has been crushed, time and space are truly rewinding! I can’t wait any longer!”
It looked expectantly at its branches.
But suddenly, a cluster of eerie, icy deep-blue flames burst out on a branch.
“Fire?”
“Where did this fire come from!”
It pulled up the dead trees clustered around itself and fiercely beat at the terrifying flames.
But the more it tried, the bigger the fire grew.
The Moons and the Underworld Fire wrapped around it together.
The leaves burned to ash, the branches fell one by one.
The Tree Demon screamed in the flames, “Which timeline is this? In which timeline did someone burn me?!”
The flames brought the Giant Tree crashing down.
And then burned to the roots.
Blaud’s body shifted from transparent to utterly vanished.
A book fell from his fat body.
The book landed on the ground and opened to the first page.
It began:
To become a successful King,
one must cut off all emotional attachments
to obtain eternal power and wealth!
Love is the most useless thing in the world.
And a wrongful love is an unforgivable crime!
I once had an adopted son. I tried to set him on the right path, but he devoted himself wholly to an unrealistic, bubble-like romance! I watched him stumble again and again, watched his obsession!
How laughable! Using his story as a joke to start things off, next let me talk about myself…
The pages flipped and burned away in the moonlight.
Finally, the fire reached the closed cover.
“The successful life of a king (Part 1)”
When the flames burned out,
a young man’s voice echoed in the moonlight.
“Bosi, can your Underworld Fire really burn a tree to death?”
The man snorted coldly:
“It can burn anything to death-except for you.”
–
In Lu Li’s Live Stream Room, the Audience was currently roasting the Moderator.
[Another blackout! I’m so mad I could die! Is the Necromancer Game server really powered by potatoes or what!]
[I tipped so much Spirit Money, can’t you at least hire a few programmers to do maintenance?]
[Everyone, calm down! I’m the Moderator. The Live Stream Room’s situation has been filed and submitted to leadership. After all levels of approval, I’m sure the Audience will get a satisfactory answer!]
[Fine, fine. You think I’m a three-year-old ghost? Since when does the Necromancer Game have leadership?]
[Who even understands anymore, this Streamer can’t even broadcast at night, and after clearing an Instance, he even goes missing! It’s clearly Game Day now! Even other Streamers with vacation privileges are still streaming, but now the whole network is searching for my Streamer!]
[Tipped Spirit Money *10,000, cleared the Instance!? Absolutely unbelievable! This is the second Bug Instance! I can already sense the Forum will erupt with discussion. This newcomer, who has only entered two Instances and cleared both perfectly, his ability is fully comparable to the top ranks of the Heavenly Ranking!]
[I’m an old Audience from the Public Beta Period. Did everyone see the white bones under the tree? Inside, besides the NPCs in the Instance, there are countless Players. During the Public Beta Period, I saw a Player who was just one step away from success. He also discovered the function of the reef, but he thought the reef was just an Item to enter the same time-space as the Sea Demon, and after using it, he fought the Sea Demon for the Heart. This is the first time I’ve seen the correct way to clear the Instance.]
[Do you know how attractive a Streamer with such stable emotions is to me! If he could hold me like that and teach me how to use a gun, I’d be so excited I’d come back to life! And his suit, paired with that Gray Brooch, makes me feel like I can dream of marrying the Streamer today, and he’d be wearing this outfit!]
[A certain user reported and verified that the Bullet Comments above involve yhsq and have been deleted.]
[I’m still the Moderator. Please be cautious with your words in this Live Stream Room. Our backend now shows that there’s a very high-weight user hanging out in this Live Stream Room.]
[Evil God Fenny has rewarded 1 Eyeball Crown in this Live Stream Room. This reward info will loop in all Live Stream Rooms for 2 minutes, and the popularity of this Live Stream Room is continuously increasing!]
[Don’t worry about who reported whom, is the user above me an Evil God!!? Lord Fenny! Front row for a group photo!! I think I really saw Lord Fenny’s physical form in the Streamer’s Live Stream Room today!]
[Isn’t Lord Fenny Mirella’s Evil God? He actually enters other people’s Live Stream Rooms??]
The Horned Evil God stood in the Palace of the Underworld King, took out a notebook, and drew a golden fountain pen from the pocket on his suit chest, carefully recording the King’s instructions.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the King busily operating on the screen.
A message flashed across the screen at lightning speed:
[Report successful]
He also saw the King open the reward interface, his finger hovering over a certain gift for a long time, then leaving.
The Horned Evil God quickly averted both eyes elsewhere.
Bosi saw the golden words of Fenny’s reward scrolling back and forth in the Live Stream Room, feeling somewhat irritable, so he simply moved the screen aside and said:
“Today and tomorrow, tell them not to send any more files.”
The Horned Evil God was a bit flustered, “Are there problems with the latest projects being advanced?”
Did the King see them and was dissatisfied, sending them all back for redo?
Or did the King get angry, setting aside two days to hold meetings with the project managers?
Bosi said, “I want to rest.”
The Horned Evil God relaxed.
Oh, so it’s not a project issue, the King wants to rest… What! Rest?
The King who works year-round without rest, a workaholic ghost, who grinds day and night, actually said those two words!?
What’s going on in the Underworld!
He hurriedly recorded this shocking news in his notebook, and out of the corner of his eye, saw the King bring out a homemade calendar.
Currently, the calendar only had two rows updated.
Each row was marked in a different color.
There were more black days, which seemed to be workdays.
Red days were fewer, only one on the first row, two on the second.
Bosi handed him the calendar, “Scan an electronic copy for all Evil Gods. From now on, submit work files avoiding my rest days.”
“Okay.” The Horned Evil God took it nervously. He couldn’t quite understand this special calendar, so he asked, “What about your schedule after this?”
Bosi said, “To be determined, I’ll update it.”
“Oh, okay.” The Horned Evil God carefully asked, “Will every week have two rest days after this?”
Bosi thought.
Normally, there’s only one rest day.
On the last day of this Instance, Lu Li didn’t sleep well, so he added an extra rest day.
There probably won’t be such exceptions again.
So Bosi said, “That’s right. At most, two days off.”
He picked up a special file on the desk.
On the front cover was a small, familiar White Flower, and on the back, two Starfish.
“What’s this?”
“King, I was just about to report to you.” The Horned Evil God’s expression grew serious. “There’s a problem with the Necromancer Game. An Invitation was actually mailed out from a Game Instance! We haven’t opened it yet, wanted you to see it first!”
“It’s a wedding Invitation.”
Bosi opened it.
The Invitation read:
Mr. Lu Li! Hello!
You are cordially invited to my wedding, scheduled for 9 p.m. tonight, to be held by the seaside.
I also have a gift to give you at that time.
Looking forward to sharing this happy moment with you!
(You may bring one family member or friend. Wishing you a pleasant life!)
–
Bosi closed the Invitation and pondered for a moment.
Such a solemn occasion requires formal attire.
He glanced at the Horned Evil God’s suit and asked, “Where did you get your suit tailored?”
“Is there a black one?”