Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint - Chapter 606



Forest fires start from a small spark – 4

Even though they are priests, they are barbarians who find their strength in unsystematic and primitive beliefs. They do not dare to approach the Night Witch who terrorized the jungle. The priests who invaded were defeated by the illusions created by the Night Witch and fell into eternal sleep.

They could only steal a dozen minutes from Walpurgis.

“You were wasting my time when I was really busy. I guess they came at a time like this too.”

There was no more time to waste. Even the ‘clean-up’ of cleaning up these people here was a waste. Walpurgis summoned his servant horse. He was going to call another witch to clean them up and then watch the situation above again.

Walpurgis called a bat to check the situation above.

“hmm?”

There is no response.

I had clearly left my servant horse, the bat, behind. They were all silent at the same time, as if they had made a promise. The servant horse had been incapacitated while Walpurgis was concentrating on the battle.

If he had killed it, Walpurgis would have noticed. He ended up only incapacitating the opponent who attacked his servant horse.

“Was this just an eye-catcher? These aren’t the kind of people who take orders from anyone…?”

Walpurgis hurried forward with a look of defeat on his face.

***

A beast runs through the leaf-covered jungle. The beast hiding in the bushes leaps up and roars. Nenyaph, who avoided the sharp claws swinging for the head, swung his holy sword in return.

A flash of light flashes. The holy water of light grows like a lightning bolt striking backwards for a moment. In the afterglow, the green leaves turn white for a moment. A moment later, where the flash of light disappeared, a leopard that seemed to have lost its soul was running away with its tail tangled.

“Birth is a blessing that a couple gives to their future. At the same time, it is also the power they possess. When more people gather, more can be done, and so the birth of one person is a joy to the entire tribe. Because one person is precious, the couple and family should be protected even more.”

Behind Nenya, two giant snakes bared their sharp teeth. However, Nenya did not even look at them and scattered the holy swords. Thousands of rays of light exploded and the snakes twisted their heads.

“The power of birth is an equal power shared among all humans. Thanks to that power, the rulers come to value everyone. For the sake of the country, one must value one person. That way, more humans and greater power can be obtained.”

Light raged like a storm. Nenyaph’s holy sword was a blessing to trees, but a disaster to beasts. Creatures that used light as a sense rather than food could not accept the excessive blessings bestowed by the gods.

Nenyaph spoke as he faced the Arch-Witch who was looking at him from beyond the jungle.

“But the Empress Dowager monopolized the power of birth. She drove out all humans and filled the land with the beasts she liked. She became the king of beasts who controlled birth and death. No, she became a god.”

I know. What Nenya is talking about is the train of thought that the Great Witch once went through a long time ago.

“Such a country will not prosper, and it should not prosper either. Then, all the people on this land will be born from trees in the future. They will be born from rape of a spiritual fetus that has matured physically, trapped inside a fleshy fruit… They will become children of sin!”

The great witch shouted breathlessly.

“I know! I know!”

The Great Witch, the creator of the Meat Fruit, felt a sense of responsibility when she realized her mother’s genius and evil ideas. So she asked for help from within and without. She had no intention of staging a coup, but she did anticipate that it might happen.

“So what are you trying to say! You had no choice? You want me to understand and let it go? You’re right, so give in to my stubbornness and cooperate with me?!”

“That’s right.”

“what?”

To the Great Witch, Nenya is her mother’s enemy and a traitor. How can she shamelessly ask for cooperation on such a topic?

But Nenyaph spoke calmly, as if his face was covered with an iron plate.

“The reason the Archdruid planted the Tree of Depravity and nurtured it like the World Tree was to study humanity from its peak. She created human fruit from up there and is working on a means to bring consciousness to humanity.”

Nevida is testing the witch’s potion on a human made from a meat fruit, looking for a way to awaken the human king. The human fruit that burned the world still remains in the Tree of Origin. Nenyaph points out that

“When the tree of depravity grows to the point where it even produces a king of men, that world will come.”

“That world?”

“This is a world where perfect humans are born from trees.”

Even the Arch-Witch, blinded by hatred, stopped dead in her tracks. She realized what Nenya was talking about.

Crops that grow from the tree of depravity have no soul. They grow as meat and die as meat, without seeing or hearing anything. The same goes for plants and animals.

Even Muhu Agartha had to conceive humans inside the meat fruit in order to mass-produce humans. But what if that restriction were to disappear?

“The King of Man is in possession of the Demon. If the King of Man were to be resurrected with full power, the Tree of Depravity would render humanity meaningless… It would be an attack on the human species.”

The Great Witch recalled the scene in her mind. A world where no one is born from their mother’s womb anymore. A world where they are born from trees and step on the ground as full-grown children.

It is not a hopeless task. Tirkanjakya has also awakened as the Blood Demon. If the king of humans can control the power of the Demon, it is also possible to create humans like the Creator.

“So that’s why you came this time.”

Nenya nodded. The Arch-Witch burst into laughter.

“You don’t think about the human heart at all. All you think about is whether it’s right or wrong.”

“Right and wrong are the most important things.”

The Arch-Witch had thought so too. So she reported her mother’s plan to a respected druid. It was a childish act, believing it to be the right thing to do.

The result was a kingdom turned to ashes. It was a difficult outcome for a child to bear, and the Arch-Witch blamed the Druids and hated them.

The Arch-Witch clenched her fists so hard that they almost cracked.

“If it was such an important matter, why didn’t the King of Man follow you? Why did he return to the Tree of Origin on his own two feet?”

“That is because the king of man is still a beast and a savage….”

“No. He doesn’t. Nevida doesn’t care about such things.”

The Great Witch also knows what is right and what is wrong. She understood with her clever mind what their argument was.

But I never wanted to follow their words. I would rather follow someone else than them.

“Nevida doesn’t care what you say. Nevida’s only concern is to retrieve the king he lost long ago. To that end, he can utilize the meat fruit.”

It doesn’t really matter whether it’s right or wrong. Nevida is the Great Witch’s teacher, and her wish to see the dead king again is completely understandable.

Although she couldn’t help with the research because of the trauma related to the old meat fruit, she didn’t really feel like interfering with it either. The Great Witch just quietly cheered on Nevida from afar.

…unlike the atrocities committed by Muhu, this incident was cheerable.

“But that probably doesn’t matter to you either. After all, you burned the World Tree and killed my mother. That was something I never wanted to happen.”

“… The Empress was not one to yield to external pressure. She would have forced herself through even if it meant charming the druids who came to visit her. The only way to stop her was to attack her before she was charmed.”

Nenya’s words were sincere. The Arch-Witch also knew how arrogant and arrogant her mother was. It was too difficult for Agartha, who inherited the mask and was loved by everyone, to yield.

But her frozen heart was pressing against her. She had been taken away too soon, so she could not deny the possibility. The Arch-Witch spoke as if spitting out.

“I don’t know if that will happen or not. You already killed him before, right?”

The Great Witch shook off the slight hesitation in her heart and bit all ten fingers at the same time. Blood surged from her fingertips. The pulsating branches of blood grew into red giants, wrapping themselves around and crushing the trees around them.

A sinister red tree, with blood flowing instead of sap. Large fruits grew on branches that pulsed as if alive. They were tempting fruits, like ripe pomegranates, ready to fall and scatter their red flesh.

“I will give you life in exchange for blood, and blood as a sacrifice of life. I will tie the chain of blood and tie the knot of the beast.”

But when the flesh was split open and the flesh was exposed, what was born was a beast with its blood vessels exposed. Born without hair or skin and covered in blood, it howled in pain.

The Great Witch deals with beasts. Having received blood from the Progenitor, she can produce countless meat fruits as a sacrifice of her overflowing blood. Hundreds of newborn servant horses were born and walked the earth in just 30 seconds.

Looking at the bloody beasts filling all directions, Nenyaph gripped the holy sword even tighter.

“… So you’ve decided.”

“You guys made the decision. I was just caught up in it.”

The Arch-Witch reached out with her cold, sunken eyes, and hundreds of frenzied servant horses rushed at Nenyaph at once.

***

And at that moment, the Arch-Witch, Blanca, and Walpurgis each left for a moment for their own reasons.

The druids had infiltrated the topmost level of the Tree of Origin.

The water pipe is watched by Walpurgis, and the trunk is guarded by Blanca and the Baskervilles. The Archwitch has been dragged far away in pursuit of Nenyaph.

While everyone’s eyes were drawn downwards, the method the Druid chose was to ‘fall’.

The fluttering leaves covered everyone’s eyes and hid the druid who was falling from the sky. Riding a tamed owl, the druid flew high into the sky and took advantage of the distraction to successfully sneak into the lair.

The druid spread his feathered wings and landed, running down the hallway of the lair. The witches who appeared upon hearing the noisy footsteps discovered the druid and shouted.

“Intruder!”

“Caw! Caw! Caw! Sound the alarm!”

The Druid looked quickly at his companion.

“Brother, can you move the tree of depravity?”

“It is impossible. This tree is the very power of the Archdruid. We cannot possibly do it with our own strength.”

“Ugh. I’m helpless.”

“Don’t worry. We can’t control the tree itself, but the countless grasses and trees that grow from it are still our friends!”

The druid shouted and shot small seeds with his slingshot. The seeds, which were stuck all over the tree, absorbed the energy of the world tree and grew into huge bushes. The witches buried in the bushes screamed.

“Above the violets, to the right of the chrysanthemums, and under the mistletoe! The servant horse is hiding!”

“Take care of the servant horse first. Don’t kill it! All the witches who sense something strange will come looking for it!”

“I will throw the paralyzing mountain!”

The druids who gathered with the same mission worked together well. With elaborate coordination, they defeated the witch and disabled the servant horse, and then they ran towards the human king at full speed. They didn’t know the path or the structure, but it didn’t matter.

“It feels strange. This is definitely my first time getting here… .”

“It’s as if someone is lighting our way forward.”

“It is clear that the remains of the blessed ginkgo tree protect us.”

Even at a crossroads, they chose the correct answer without a moment’s hesitation and moved forward. The Druids arrived at the room where the human king was sleeping, engulfed in a strange sense of elation.

“think…!”

When the Druid, intuitively realizing that this was the destination, was about to jump in.

“Oh. You too have come to see the King of Humans? If you have come all the way here, then you are worthy.”

A monster stood in their way.

No, the expression “blocked” is a bit wrong. Because the monster, like the druid, was also approaching the human king.

“Just wait a moment. I’ll go first. I’ve been waiting for over 20 years for the day I can have a private meeting with the King of Man. And I got here before anyone else. Please be on time.”

Even in the face of the intruder, the monster was calm. Even the bold druid hesitated for a moment in front of the monster.

A sleek coat and luxurious monocle that are hard to find in the jungle. The large cloak covering the entire body has tens of thousands of small gears meshing and turning. Inside the clothes, the sound of something meshing can be heard repeatedly.

If there’s one person who seems most out of place in this jungle, it’s this monster before your eyes, Maximilien.

“Who is this person?”

A druid remembered information he had shared beforehand.

“Isn’t that the monster she spoke of? The wizard from beyond the plains. I heard he manipulates gears.”

“It’s the enemy. Let’s deal with it!”

The druids quickly formed a formation. While the druid in front rushed forward, covering his skin with bark, dozens of seeds were scattered toward Maximilien from behind. Rather, the seeds that flew around him grew explosively the moment they touched the walls and floor.

Even though he was covered in green, Maximilien remained calm.

“I don’t really like grass and trees. They are functional, but not very compatible.”

Click. A sharp saw blade burst out from his bosom. The blade spun furiously, instantly turning the bushes into sawdust.

Maximilien muttered to himself among the fluttering leaves.

“The individual is complete as an individual. The connection with other individuals is, well, unfortunately, not quite satisfactory. It is difficult for 1+1 to fully manifest as 2. The more numbers there are, the more serious it becomes.”

“Ugh!”

The druid who ran ahead transformed his arms into huge logs. He modified the power of the tree-bloom for battle, rooting his feet to hold his body in place and firing his log-shaped arms like battering rams.

“But what about the gears? The more gears come together, the more their value shines.”

Kwaaang. The log hit Maximilien’s body. Maximilien’s body shook with the great impact, and the cloak he was wearing was ripped off.

And then his body, which had been covered by a cloak, was revealed. With a large gear in the center as the center, countless gears were rolling around his entire body like a swarm of ants.

“Uh, that’s…?”

“Is that really a human body?”

Maximilien continued speaking to the astonished druid as if he was not particularly shocked.

“Even the Archdruids who have reached the throne of the Demon God use my help when making simple tools. Things like elaborate clocks or mechanical devices that dispense set amounts. Furthermore, when the two are combined, they evolve into a device that dispenses set amounts at set times. The Archdruids are good at using them. They say it’s a good tool for administering medicine to the King of Men.”

The rolling gears mesh with each other to form a single structure. The gears rotate fiercely around the central passage, and the device is transformed into a device that shoots out long stakes in an instant.

A real ram. Maximilien demonstrated his new device, which he designed and assembled in less than three seconds.

“If I set my gears to measurements and fill the world, it will become a world where anyone can create the device they want.”

Kwaaang. A shock incomparable to that from before swept over the Druid.