㊙️ I Reincarnated As A Tree And Put 10,000,000 EXP Into… — Transcript

The screech of tires was the last thing Linfung heard. It was a violent metallic scream that cut through the mundane quiet of his walk home. Then came the impact. A bone-shattering force that tossed him like a ragdoll into the cold asphalt. For a few flickering seconds, he saw the stars. Then the headlights of the truck, and then nothingness. A heavy, suffocating silence followed. It felt like being submerged in thick, warm ink.

Linfung tried to gasp for air, but he had no lungs. He tried to reach out, but he had no arms. Suddenly, a crisp mechanical chime echoed in the void of his mind. System initializing.

Soul integration, 100%. Host species, spirit sapling, rank one. Current status fragile/developing. Location, great desolate forest, outskirts, a tree. I'm a tree. Linfung's thoughts raced. He didn't see in the traditional sense. Instead, he felt the damp, nutrient-rich soil

pressing against his skin, which was actually coarse bark. He felt the subterranean rivers of water miles below, and above him, the searing, life-giving heat of the sun. He was a small emerald green sprout, barely 2 feet tall, standing in a clearing

surrounded by ancient towering oaks that looked like wooden skyscrapers. But there was something else. A hum in the air. A shimmering invisible current that he could drink in through his leaves.

Notice spiritual chi detected. Passive absorption started. Experience points. XP + 1 + 1 + 1. Linfung realized he wasn't just any tree. He was a spirit tree. In this [music] world, power wasn't just for humans. It was for

everything that could breathe the essence of the heavens. The tranquility didn't last. The ground began to vibrate. A low, guttural grunt reached his sensory perimeter. From the thicket emerged an iron-toothed boar. It was the size of a small car covered in coarse

needle-like fur with tusks that gleamed like polished scimitars. The beast stopped, its wet snout twitching. It smelled the concentrated chi emanating from Linfung.

To a beast, a spirit sapling wasn't just a plant. It was a pill of pure energy that could trigger an evolution. The boar pawed at the earth, its red eyes locked onto Linfung's fragile stem. Oh, no you don't, Linfung thought. A surge

of adrenaline hitting his sap. I didn't die just to become pig fodder. Warning. Hostile entity detected. Scanning.

Iron-toothed boar. Level three wild beast. Emergency protocol. Skill entangling roots. Level one unlocked. The boar charged. It was a blur of gray muscle and killing intent. Linfung didn't panic. He reached [music] deep into his consciousness, grasping the threads of

chi he had just absorbed and shoving them [music] down into his root system. He commanded them to grow, to harden, to strike. Crack! The earth burst open just as the boar reached the center of the clearing. Three thick whip-like roots,

dark as obsidian and tipped with sharp thorns, shot upward. They wrapped around the boar's front legs with the speed of a closing trap. The beast squealed in shock, its momentum carrying it forward.

It flipped over, crashing into the dirt inches away from Linfung's trunk. The boar struggled, its massive muscles bulging as it tried to tear the roots apart. Linfung felt the strain. It felt like his own limbs were being pulled

from their sockets. He needed more power. Drink, Linfung roared in his mind. The thorns on the roots elongated,

piercing the boar's thick hide. Linfung felt a rush of warmth. Not the gentle warmth of the sun, but the hot metallic taste of life force. He was draining the boar, absorbing essence. XP + 50, plus 100, plus 150. Level up, level up. The

boar's struggles grew weaker. Its once vibrant eyes dimmed until they were nothing but glassy stones.

The massive body shriveled as Linfung sucked every drop of spiritual marrow from its bones. As the beast breathed its last, a wave of energy exploded through Linfung's wooden frame. His trunk expanded, his bark thickened into armored plates, and his leaves turned a

deep, lustrous jade. Species evolution available. Current form, spirit sapling, rank three. New skill unlocked, spirit aura, level one. New skill unlocked. Rapid growth level one. Linfung looked at the withered husk of the boar. He felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

In his past life, he was a victim of circumstance. A man crushed by a machine he couldn't control. Here he was the machine. He was the environment. He looked at the surrounding forest. The birds were silent and the smaller

animals had fled. They felt it. The birth of something predatory, something ancient. He wasn't just going to grow, he was going to dominate. Days bled into weeks. Though for Linfung, time had a different meaning now. He didn't measure

it by the ticking of a clock, but by the slow, rhythmic pulse of the earth, and the steady rise and fall of the sun.

Each sunrise brought a fresh torrent of golden chi, which he drank [music] greedily. His jade-colored leaves shivering with delight. Thanks to the rapid growth skill, Linfung was no longer a mere sapling. He stood nearly 15 feet tall now, his trunk wide enough that a man

couldn't wrap his arms around it. His bark had darkened into a deep obsidian-like charcoal, etched with faint glowing silver veins that pulsed like a heartbeat. Status update. Host Linfung. Species: Iron Bark spirit tree, rank five. Territory range 500 meters.

Passive skill, spirit aura, level two. Attracting local wildlife. The spirit aura was his [music] most potent tool. It acted like a beacon of pure, refined energy in a world of raw, chaotic nature. Within his 500 meter radius, the grass grew thicker and

vibrantly green. Flowers that usually bloomed once a year now opened their petals every morning, basking in the invisible mist of chi Linfung exhaled.

But this beacon also attracted predators. One evening, as the moon began its ascent over the jagged peaks of the Konoon foothills, a low whimpering reached Linfung's roots. He extended his consciousness. A sensation like invisible fingers brushing against the forest floor. At the edge of his

clearing lay a wolf, but this was no ordinary beast. [music] It was a moon's wolf. Its fur matted with dried blood and its flank torn open by what looked like the claws of a much larger predator. Its breathing was shallow, and

its silver eyes were clouded with the haze of approaching death. Linfung watched it. He could let it die and absorb its essence like he did with the boar. [music] It would be easy. But as he looked at the creature's defiant

gaze, he felt a strange kinship. They were both outsiders in this brutal forest. I need eyes and ears beyond my [music] roots, Linfung mused. A tree, no matter how strong, is stationary. I need a guardian. He focused his intent.

Instead of draining the life from the ground beneath the wolf, he did [music] the opposite. He pushed a concentrated stream of spirit chi through his roots and into the soil directly under the dying animal. The wolf flinched as the

green light began to seep into its wounds. The effect was immediate. The jagged tear in its side began [music] to knit together, the fur regrowing in a shimmering ethereal silver. The wolf stood up shakily, letting out a confused

howl. It looked at the massive obsidian tree, [music] sensing the intelligence behind the wood. It didn't flee.

Instead, it walked toward the trunk and lowered its head in a gesture of absolute submission. Notice a bond has been formed. First guardian beast.

Acquired moon's silver wolf. Name assigned by Lan White Wave. Good, Linfung thought. Now let's see what happens when I give you a [music] real gift. He turned his focus inward to his branches.

For days he had been concentrating his essence into a single bud near his crown. Now he pushed [music] every spare unit of XP and qi into it. Processing.

500 essence units consumed. Fruit of awakening, low tier, has reached maturity. A small pear-shaped fruit grew at [music] an impossible speed. It was translucent, glowing with a soft sapphire light.

500 essence units consumed. Fruit of awakening, low tier, has reached maturity. A small pear-shaped fruit grew at [music] an impossible speed. It was translucent, glowing with a soft sapphire light that smelled of rain and ancient ozone. With a gentle

snap, the fruit fell, landing softly in the moss before Bon. The wolf hesitated for only a second before devouring the fruit in a single bite. The transformation was violent. Bon's body arched, his bones cracking and reforming. He grew in size until he was

as large as a grizzly bear. Two small bony protrusions emerged from his forehead, and his fur began to crackle with faint blue sparks of lightning.

Evolution success. Guardian Bon. New species. Stormcore Silverwolf. Spirit rank two. Banan let out a roar that shook the leaves of every tree in the valley. He was no longer a mere animal. He was a spirit beast bound to the tree that had given

him a second life. Lynfung felt a surge of power through the bond. As Bon grew stronger, so did he. It's time to expand, Linfung decided. He activated rapid growth and territory expansion simultaneously. It was a terrifying display of nature's power. His roots,

now as thick as pythons, tore through the earth like living drills. They surged outward, claiming territory inch by inch, foot by foot. Underneath the forest floor, Linfung was building an empire. He bypassed rocks, crushed the roots of lesser trees, and tapped into

hidden underground springs. By the time the sun rose, his influence had stretched for 2 km. He could feel every rabbit burrow, every prowling leopard, and every rustle of the wind within his domain. He was no longer just a tree in

the forest. He was the forest. However, as his senses reached the furthest edge of his new territory, he felt something cold and alien metal, the scent of processed incense, the rhythmic thud of human footsteps. A group of people was

approaching the valley, and they weren't alone. They carried weapons that hummed with a power similar to his own. Humans, Lynfung thought, his leaves bristling with a sudden sharp edge. The cultivators have arrived. The air in the valley had grown thick, not with

humidity, but with the sheer weight of Lindfang's spiritual pressure. Within his 2 km domain, the mist hung low and silver, acting as his nervous system.

Every footstep that pressed upon the mos sent a vibration directly to his core. Three figures emerged from the dense tree line. They wore flowing robes of sky blue silk embroidered with silver clouds, the hallmark of the blue cloud

sect. At the lead was Jang Hao, a senior inner disciple with a face as sharp as the jade pendant hanging from his belt.

Behind him followed two juniors, a nervouslooking boy named Xiao Chen, and a cold-faced woman named M Ling. They held their hands on the hilt of their flying swords, their eyes darting around the unnaturally vibrant forest. Senior brother, Shiaochan whispered, his voice

trembling. The chi here, it's denser than in the sex meditation chambers. Look at the grass. It's almost translucent.

Dango stopped, his eyes narrowing as he looked toward the center of the valley where Linfung stood. This isn't a natural occurrence. There must be a heaven-grade treasure or a high-ranking spirit plant ahead. If we secure it for the sect, our promotion to the core

circle is guaranteed. Secure me? Lynfung thought, his leaves rustling with a metallic chime. You talk about me like I'm a piece of furniture. He watched through the eyes of Bon, who was prowling through the shadows, his silver fur crackling with blue electricity.

The wolf was a coiled spring, waiting for the command to kill. Don't move, Linfun commanded silently through their mental link. Let them come closer. I want to see what cultivators can actually do. The trio reached the edge of the clearing. When they saw Lynn

Fung, the massive obsidian bark tree with veins of pulsing silver, they gasped. But it wasn't the tree that held their attention. It was the fruit. High up in Linfung's canopy, three more fruits of awakening had begun to ripen,

glowing like tiny trapped suns. Spirit fruits. Mailing<unk>s cold mask broke, replaced by naked greed. And that tree, its wood is infused with iron essence.

It would make a legendary staff. Janghao stepped forward, drawing his sword. The blade hummed with a pale blue light.

Ming Xiao Chen, prepare the seven star ceiling array. We will uproot this tree and transport it back to the sect. If it resists, we'll harvest the heartwood and the fruits. Linfung felt a cold spark of anger. In his past life, he had been

stepped on by the powerful. Now, even as a tree, these immortals saw him as nothing more than a resource. You want to uproot me? Lynfungs roots began to churn beneath the soil. I'll show you how deep my roots go. by land. Now, with

a roar that sounded like a thunderclap, the stormcore silver wolf exploded from the undergrowth. He was a blur of silver and lightning, his claws leaving scorched marks on the earth. "Beast!" Jean Hao shouted, swinging his sword. A crescent of blue energy flew from the

blade aimed at the wolf's throat. Bon didn't dodge. He opened his jaws and a ball of concentrated lightning collided with the sword ark, shattering it into harmless sparks. While the cultivators were distracted by the wolf, Linfung struck. He didn't use his main roots. He

used the entangling roots skill he had perfected. Suddenly, the very ground beneath the three humans turned into a nest of vipers. Thick black vines burst upward, wrapping around their ankles and waists. An array? No, the tree is sentient. Ming screamed, slashing at the

vines, but the bark was as hard as spirit iron. Her sword only left shallow nicks. Skill activated. Spirit aura crushing gravity.

Linfung didn't just want to catch them. He wanted to crush their arrogance. He intensified his aura. The spiritual energy in the clearing becoming as heavy as lead. The two juniors fell to their knees, gasping for air as the pressure

threatened to snap their ribs. Jang Hao being at the foundation establishment stage managed to stay upright, though his face was pale. He bit his finger and smeared blood across his sword. Secret art, blue cloud piercing the heavens.

The sword grew three times its size, glowing with a blinding light. He aimed it straight at Linfong's trunk, intending to split the tree in half. Too slow, Linfung thought. Instead of blocking, Linfung used rapid growth. A massive wall of iron hard wood sprouted

from the ground in an instant, absorbing the impact of the giant sword. The shock wave shattered the surrounding smaller trees, but Linfung didn't budge. Then he released a cloud of glowing green spores from his leaves. New skill unlocked.

Parasitic spores level one. As the cultivators inhaled, the spores entered their systems. Within seconds, they felt their ownqi being drained away, fed back into the very tree they were trying to kill. "Stop, please." Shiao Chan wailed, his blue robes now tattered. "We

surrender. We didn't know this was the domain of a great spirit." Linfong paused. He could kill them easily. But dead cultivators would only bring an army of their masters. If he let them go, he could use them. He withdrew the

roots, but kept them pinned to the ground. He spoke not with a voice but by vibrating the air through his leaves to create a haunting multi-tononal sound that echoed in their minds. Leave your weapons and your storage rings. The

voice boomed. Tell your sect that this valley belongs to the eternal tree. If you return with steel, you will leave as fertilizer.

Terrified and drained of their power, the three cultivators scrambled to obey. They dropped their enchanted swords and silk pouches, bowed deeply toward the obsidian tree, and fled into the forest as if the devil himself were chasing them. Lynfung watched them go. He picked

up the storage rings with a small flexible vine. Inside were spirit stones, manuals, and seeds. Valuable, he thought. But they'll be back, and when they do, I need to be much, much bigger.

He looked at the XP he had gained from the brief skirmish. Level up. Current rank, iron bark spirit tree, rank seven.

New evolution path available, world shielding banyan or blood sucking ancient willow. Linfong didn't hesitate.

The blue cloud sect wouldn't take their humiliation lightly. In the world of cultivators, saving face was often more important than life itself. They would return with elders, formation masters, and perhaps even their sect leader. He looked at the two evolution paths

presented by the system. Path A, blood sucking ancient willow, focuses on high-speed offensive strikes, life leeching, and parasitic growth. Path B, world shielding banyan, focuses on territory control, spatial defense, and the ability to host thousands of subordinate life forms. I am a tree, not

a vampire, Linfun thought. If I want to survive an army, I don't just need to kill. I need to control the battlefield.

Evolution selected. World shielding. Bonan rank eight. Commencing metamorphosis. Integration of looted spirit stones detected.

Linfung felt his core ignite. The storage rings he had taken from the disciples burst open. The spirit stones inside dissolving into liquid light. His roots didn't just grow longer. They began to split from his massive branches. Secondary trunks, aerial

roots, dropped toward the earth like thick wooden stelactites. As these roots hit the ground, they took hold, growing into new trunks that remained connected to the central mother tree. Within hours, a single tree had become a small forest. New skill unlocked. Living

labyrinth passive. The layout of your territory shifts periodically. Non-allied entities will face a 50% decrease in sense of direction.

New skill unlocked. Cheek condensed thorns active. Your leaves can be fired as hardened projectiles. Lynfung turned his attention to his subjects. By Lan, the stormcore wolf now had a pack of six lesser wolves who had been drawn to the

valley's energy. Lynfung didn't leave them to chance. He produced six lesser spirit fruits feeding the pack. They didn't evolve as drastically as Bon, but their fur hardened into iron-like bristles, and their eyes glowed with a predatory intelligence. The humans will

return," Lynfung's voice vibrated through the leaves, addressing the silver wolf. "When they do, do not meet them in the open. Draw them deep into the labyrinth. Let the forest eat them." Bon bowed his massive head, a low growl

of understanding vibrating in his chest. 3 days later, the horizon darkened. This was no scouting party. Leading the charge was Elder Mo, a man whose presence made the very air feel brittle.

He stood on a massive floating gourd, his long white beard fluttering in the wind. Behind him were 20 elite disciples and two formation breakers, specialists trained to dismantle spiritual anomalies. "There it is," Elder Mo muttered, his eyes cold as he looked at

the sprawling obsidian colored banyan grove. A sentient tree that dares to demand tribute from the blue cloud sect.

Such arrogance must be uprooted. Elder, the chi signature is fluctuating, one of the specialists warned. It's as if the forest is breathing. It is a plant, not a god, most spat. All disciples enter the heavenly fire formation, burn the outskirts, and force

the beast to show its heart. The disciples landed at the edge of the valley, their hands moving in synchronized mudras. Pillars of fire erupted from their palms, slamming into the perimeter of Linfong's domain. But the fire didn't spread. Instead of

burning, the trees at the edge simply shifted. The flames were sucked into the silver veins of the bark, neutralized by the sheer volume of water affected Chile Fun had pulled from the underground springs. My turn, Linfung thought. The

ground groaned. As the disciples stepped into the shade of the first banyan archway, the trees behind them moved.

Trunks slid across the dirt as if on rails. In seconds, the 20 disciples were separated into four small groups, trapped in a maze of impenetrable obsidian wood. "Stay together!" Elder Mo shouted from his gourd. But a thick silver mist rose from the forest floor,

obscuring his vision. Down in the maze, the slaughter began. Bon and his pack moved like ghosts. They didn't attack from the front. They used the shifting trunks to vanish and reappear, striking from the shadows. A disciple would hear

a growl to his left only to be dragged into the darkness from his right. It's a trap. The trees are moving. Shiaochan, the junior from before, who had been forced to return as a guide, screamed. A second later, a thick root burst from

the ground like a spear, impaling him through the chest and pulling him into the earth to be recycled as nutrients.

Elder Mo, seeing his disciples being picked off, roared in fury, he jumped from his gourd, his hand glowing with a terrifying dark purple light. Shattering palm of the void, he struck the nearest secondary trunk. The impact was like a

cannon blast. The wood splintered, but instead of sap, a cloud of parasitic spores exploded in Moe's face. Cuff toxins? Mo sneered, holding his breath.

He swept his arm. A gust of wind, clearing the air. I will find your main body, demon tree, and turn your heart into my new cane. He began to fly toward the center of the grove, but the canopy

above him suddenly closed. Thousands of jade colored leaves turned toward him, shimmering with a metallic glint. Skill activated, chi condensed thorns. The forest roared. A hailtorm of razor-sharp leaves, each reinforced with rank eight spiritqi, rain down on the elder. He

spun his sleeves, creating a defensive barrier, but the sheer volume of the attack was relentless. Ding, ding, ding.

The leaves struck his barrier like bullets. Elder Mo was being forced lower and lower toward the ground, where the massive primary roots of Lin Fong were already waiting like coiled pythons.

"You are just a tree," Mo screamed, his barrier cracking. "And you," Lynfung's voice boomed, vibrating through the very marrow of the elers's bones, are just fertilizer. A massive root as wide as a house surged upward. It didn't just hit

Mo. It swallowed him, wrapping around him in a spiral of crushing force, absorbing highle essence. XP plus 50,000. Major breakthrough imminent.

Linfong felt the elers's foundation level chi flooding his system. It was like drinking liquid fire. His consciousness expanded.

He wasn't just in the valley anymore. He could feel the tectonic plates moving. He could feel the thin veil between this world and the next. The remaining disciples fled in terror, but Linfang let them go. He needed messengers. He

needed the world to know that the forbidden valley of the eternal tree was no longer a myth. It was a grave for the greedy. Warning, your rapid growth has caught the attention of the heavenly will. Preparing for the tribulation of

the void. The sky above the forbidden valley didn't turn gray. It turned a bruised, sickly purple. The heavenly will, the impartial laws of the universe, had recognized a glitch in the matrix. A single tree was growing too fast, consuming too much, and defying

the natural order of mortality. The air crackled with the scent of ozone. Linfung felt a pressure he had never experienced before. It wasn't the petty greed of cultivators. It was the weight of the heavens themselves trying to snuff out his spark. Alert. Heavenly

Tribulation of the void detected. Condition survival. Objective: Absorb the lightning to trigger the final evolution.

So, the world itself wants me dead. Lynfungs leaves shimmered with a defiant obsidian light. I was killed by a machine in my last life. I won't be killed by a storm in this one. Banan and his pack whimpered, sensing the cosmic

terror in the air. Get back, Lynfung commanded, his voice vibrating through the earth. Retreat to the deepest caves of the labyrinth. This is my battle. The first bolt of void lightning descended.

It wasn't a jagged line of white, but a silent, terrifying pillar of black purple energy that erased everything it touched. Boom! The strike hit Linfang's crown directly. Half of his canopy was instantly vaporized. The pain was beyond anything he had ever known. A searing

existential agony that threatened to shatter his soul, warning integrity at 40%. Emergency protocol redirectingQi to core. Is that all? Linfung roared in his mind. He didn't just repair himself. He went on the offensive. He commanded his millions of roots to reach up from the

soil, forming a massive spiraling spire of wood and spirit iron. He wasn't just standing there to be hit. He was building a lightning rod.

The second and third bolt struck simultaneously. The valley was blinded by a flash of cosmic light. But this time, Linfung was ready. Instead of resisting the energy he used, refining the void, a skill he had developed after consuming Elder Mo<unk>'s essence, he

drank the lightning. The black energy flowed through his silver veins, turning them into glowing channels of white hot power. His bark didn't just regrow. It transformed into a crystallin substance that shimmerred with the colors of a dying nebula. Condition met 100% void

energy saturated. Beginning final evolution, world shielding banyan to eternal primordial world tree. The ground beneath the valley groaned as Linfung's roots finally broke through the crust of the planet. He felt the magma below and the vacuum above. His trunk expanded a

hundfold, pushing the mountains aside like they were pebbles. His canopy pierced the clouds, reaching into the upper atmosphere.

Each leaf was now the size of a house, pulsing with a rhythm that matched the heartbeat of the world. As the final bolt of lightning, a massive worldending spear of light, descended, Linfang reached out with a branch that had

turned into a hand of pure energy. He caught the lightning. He crushed it. The clouds broke. The purple light faded, replaced by a soft golden radiance that spilled from Linfung's crown. Evolution complete. Rank transcendent, ranked 99.

New domain, the sanctuary of the great tree. The valley was no longer a place of death. It had become a paradise.

The spiritual energy was so dense it began to rain in liquid droplets ofqi. Linfang looked down. He saw Bilon, now a majestic creature of myth, standing at the base of his roots. He saw the animals of the forest, all of them

evolving, growing stronger and more peaceful under his shadow. He could see the blue cloud sect in the distance, thousands of miles away, their leaders falling to their knees in terror as they looked at the massive tree that now

dominated the horizon. Lynfung realized his purpose. He wasn't just a tree seeking revenge. He was the foundation.

He was the protector. He extended his roots into the void between worlds, creating a bridge. He began to grow fruits that didn't just give strength, but wisdom. Fruits that could turn a beast into a god or a mortal into a

sage. I am the beginning and the end. His voice echoed across the entire continent. A calm, thunderous sound that brought peace to the hearts of the righteous and terror to the wicked. This world is under my protection. Grow or be

forgotten. Linfung closed his eyes, his consciousness merging with the planet itself. He was no longer a man who had died under a truck. He was the eternal tree, and his story was only just beginning. 10,000 years passed in what

felt like a single long afternoon to Linfong. Time was no longer a sequence of seconds, but a slow, rhythmic respiration of the planet itself. The world was no longer divided by waring sex or greedy emperors. It was unified

under the shade of the great primordial banyan. The blue cloud sect was a distant memory, its ruins now overgrown with glowing moss that hummed with high-grade chi. In its place stood the order of the Emerald Leaf, a global

civilization of cultivators and spirit beasts who lived in harmony with the natural world. They didn't extract power from the earth anymore. They received it as a gift from the tree. At the center of the world, Linfang's main trunk had

become a literal mountain. its peak lost in the shimmering nebuli of the upper atmosphere. His roots had become the world's lay lines, pumping vitality into even the most barren deserts, turning them into lush jungles. By lawn, the stormcore wolf had long since ascended

to the rank of a divine beast. He sat at the base of the great tree, his fur now a blinding white that flickered with starlight. He was the arbiter of justice, the one who decided which mortals were worthy of climbing the

steps of growth to petition the tree for a fruit. Once every century, the great harvest occurred. Linfang would drop a single fruit of absolute truth. The competition for it was not a bloody war, but a trial of character and wisdom. The

one who consumed it would not just gain power. They would gain a glimpse into the mechanics of the universe, becoming a temporary guardian of the peace. But Linfung's gaze was no longer fixed on the ground. His consciousness had

reached the stars. Through the void threads of his highest branches, he could feel other worlds. Some cold and dead, others vibrant and teeming with hostile ancient entities. He saw the truck that had killed his human self, not as a tragedy, but as a tiny,

insignificant pebble in a cosmic ocean. He was no longer a victim of the system.

He was the system. One evening, a young girl from a small village at the edge of the world made the long pilgrimage to the holy heartland. She knelt before a massive glowing root and whispered a simple prayer for her sick brother. Lynn

Fong, whose mind was currently busy navigating the gravitational poles of distant suns, felt the tiny vibration of her voice. He didn't send an avatar. He simply pulsed a single drop of dew from a leaf miles above. The dew fell,

shimmering with a soft emerald light, landing in the girl's cupped hands. It wasn't just medicine. It was a seed of evolution. "Ah, grow." Lynfung<unk>s voice whispered in the wind, a sound like a billion leaves rustling in unison. "The world is large, and there

is room for everyone to reach the sun." The girl looked up, seeing the branches of the tree cradling the moon like a precious pearl. She smiled, knowing that as long as the tree stood, the world was safe. Lynfung watched her go, then

turned his attention back to the stars. There were other galaxies that needed a garden, and he was just beginning to spread his seeds.