Game of the World Tree

Do humans really have a soul?

If so, what exactly is the world like after death? Is there still consciousness?

While alive and well-fed, Yifu often pondered this question.

And the answer she got each time was pretty much consistent—that she definitely must be too full and bloated.

But when Yifu finally had the opportunity and time to verify this question, she became somewhat bewildered...

This is a dark world.

Looking at the boundless darkness before her, Yifu fell into contemplation.

First of all, she could be sure that she was indeed dead, and then she came to this strange space.

Although Yifu didn't know why she still retained consciousness, it was clear that she was trapped here.

Loneliness, darkness.

The only things visible were two swirling orbs of light, one blue and one green.

Yifu tried to reach out a hand, then realized she didn't have a body, but seemed to be merely a bundle of consciousness.

But fortunately, it seemed she could drift like a cloud.

Could this... be the soul?

The thought suddenly sprang to Yifu's mind.

After contemplating for a moment, Yifu tentatively drifted towards the two swirling orbs of light.

The green one was large, its light flickering, giving Yifu a sense of wonderful mystery.

The blue one was small, its swirling soft, making Yifu feel an incredible closeness.

After thinking for a few seconds, Yifu decided to first make contact with the latter.

However, just as Yifu was trying to touch it, countless faint prayers suddenly echoed in the space...

The voices were ethereal, soft, and holy, seemingly possessing a strange power that involuntarily calmed one down.

Yifu was astonished and turned her attention to it, finding that the sounds seemed to be coming from the green orb.

The prayers were intermittent, in a language Yifu had never heard before, but it gave her a wonderful sense of beauty.

Yifu couldn't understand the content, but she could feel the myriad of sadness and despair contained in the voices.

Curiosity overcame everything.

As if possessed, Yifu shifted her attention and touched the green orb.

The moment Yifu touched the orb, the whole world suddenly changed.

Her consciousness momentarily plunged into a daze, as a massive amount of information burst forth.

Yifu felt her vision go dark, and then countless images emerged in her consciousness—

A vast and ancient land...

A mysterious seed falling from the sky...

An exotic giant tree breaking through the soil...

Beautiful figures born from the tree...

"Elves...?"

Seeing the figures often seen in past life's magical RPG games, the thought flickered through Yifu's mind.

Before Yifu could think further, the green orb exerted a strong suction force, pulling her in instantly...

...

"Catching an appropriate soul."

"Conditions met, initiating the awakening ceremony of the World Tree."

In a blur, Yifu heard unfamiliar voices.

It was a strange language, but Yifu was surprised to find that she could understand it.

As the voice fell, light suddenly filled Yifu's vision.

Yifu found herself in a world surrounded by countless green photons.

They were numerous swirling green orbs, splendid and dreamy, indescribable in words.

What's happening?

Yifu was stunned.

"Beginning soul fusion, initiating World Tree heritage ceremony..."

The voice rang out again, and afterwards, countless particles began to stream towards Yifu's body.

Yifu felt waves of powerful and mysterious forces entering her body, accompanied by numerous pieces of information.

And with the fusion, Yifu felt her senses becoming increasingly clear, and the mysterious prayer voices resounded again, becoming clearer as well.

As the photons fused, Yifu's consciousness also began to emanate a holy radiance, with pale green energy continuously gathering until it devoured the entire space...

In the last second, Yifu heard the unfamiliar voice again:

"Fusion successful."

"Welcome back to the new World Tree of Segis Continent—"

"Lady Eve Yoctrahill."

...

When consciousness became clear again, Eve fell into contemplation.

He was no longer in that odd space, instead, he seemed to have arrived in a world brimming with vitality.

Tall mountains rose and fell in the distance, surrounded by dense forests.

If one ignored the various plants in the forest that were clearly different from those on Earth, Eve might have thought she had arrived in a primeval forest.

However, both the forest and the mountains were far too miniature...

This feeling was strange, as though she was in a scene from an Ultraman show, or had come to a land of tiny people, with Eve feeling as though she was overlooking everything.

The mountains were miniature, the forests were miniature, even the flock of birds in the sky were like flies.

Moreover, her field of vision was very peculiar, a 360-degree view without blind spots, something unimaginable in her previous life...

With a slight shift of attention, Eve saw a palm-sized lake not far away.

The lake shimmered with clear waves, crystal clear, clearly reflecting her image—

Vigorous roots, a massive and towering body, and branches that blocked out the sun and sky.

Combining the information that had just flooded into her mind, Eve quickly arrived at an answer:

"World Tree?"

World Tree—Yuketrahill.

It was known as the source of nature, the Mother Goddess of elves, the miracle of life...

It was an entity on the Segis Plane as ancient and mysterious as dragon history, a true Mythical Creature, with power rivalling that of the Divines.

"It really is the World Tree..."

Looking at the wilted and withering leaves in the reflection, Eve did not know whether to feel melancholic or to sigh.

Having sorted through the inherited information, Eve also roughly figured out her current situation.

She, as a transmigrator, had arrived in a Magic World called Segis.

And as part of the transmigrator army, she... seemed to have been chosen by the dying World Tree, her soul merged with the Mother Tree's core and the remaining memories and inheritance, while retaining her own consciousness, becoming the new World Tree—Eve Yuketrahill.

A half-dead kind.

The inheritance of the World Tree seemed to have some peculiar power to calm the mind; Eve did not feel any panic or helplessness, on the contrary, she was somewhat surprised to find that at this moment her mind was extremely calm, and even a bit delighted...

"Delighted, huh..."

Indeed, it was delight, the joy of surviving a calamity.

Having merged with the inheritance of the World Tree, Eve knew she had struck incredibly good fortune.

She was once a soul wandering in the void, and if not for an accident, destruction awaited her; however, this transmigration and fusion had given her a new life.

No, a new tree life.

"Anyway, does this count as... being alive again?"

Looking at her reflection in the lake, feeling the peculiar body she possessed now, Eve's heart was filled with curiosity.

But at the same time, she also felt a sense of decay within this body.

Without a doubt, her current state was far from good, just from the reflection in the lake, the branches and leaves were withered, clearly on the verge of death.

However, even so, Eve could still feel a certain powerful and ancient force deep inside her, brimming with vitality, stirring as though just awakened from slumber...

Simultaneously, a strange feeling arose.

It was a feeling of controlling heaven and earth; Eve felt as though she was the sovereign of this land, capable of dominating everything within a few kilometers as she wished.

Once the thought emerged, it couldn't be stopped anymore. Eve looked towards a dead oak tree not far away, her mind slightly moved.

With her thought, a peculiar event occurred.

The withered wood suddenly regained its vitality, sprouting and unfurling its leaves, and in just a few seconds, it became lush again. Not only that, Eve also sensed a peculiar connection with the tree, as if she could control everything about it.

However, at the same time, she noticed the covert power within her began to rapidly deplete, and a third of it vanished in the blink of an eye, which scared her enough to immediately stop reviving the dead tree.

Now merged with the core of the World Tree, Eve knew that this power was the life energy, also the source of the World Tree's power, or rather... Natural Divine Power.

Once depleted, the World Tree would completely fall into slumber.

That also meant the death of Eve.

Feeling only two-thirds of the Natural Divine Power left, Eve's heart slightly ached.

She had been careless.

She didn't expect that just trying out "touching" would consume so much.

Focusing her attention on the withered wood she had just infused with Natural Divine Power, Eve felt a bit odd.

At this moment, the withered wood had completely changed its appearance, not only returning to its lush state but also growing nearly three times larger than before.

Compared to the surrounding trees, Eve guessed this revitalized oak tree was probably at least thirty meters tall...

Then the next surprising scene occurred.

The lucky oak tree trembled slightly, and it struggled to pull its roots out from the soil.

The vigorous roots twisted and coiled, transforming into two weird legs, while the branches turned into two strong arms, the canopy into fearsome hair, and at the top of the main trunk, a pair of bright eyes appeared...

In a blink of an eye, it transformed into an imposing Tree-man!

As Eve watched in amazement, this thirty-meter-tall Oak Guardian shook the dirt off its legs and then, tremblingly turned towards the direction of the World Tree, knelt on one knee, and with a robust and sincere voice filled with excitement and devotion:

"Oh Mother Nature... Oak Guardian thanks you for your care, please Mother Goddess, bestow a name!"

Mother Goddess? Oak Guardian? Bestow a name?

Looking at the miniature figurine-sized Oak Guardian in front of her, Eve twitched the corners of her mouth.

At the same time, she felt as though she had formed some kind of connection with the other party, as if she could directly convey her commands.

A bit of mischief rose in her heart, Eve's mind moved slightly, and in the heart of the Oak Guardian, a sacred, majestic, but ethereal and cold voice suddenly resounded:

"If so, you shall be called Berserker!"