Treant Army (2), Cursed World

"So tell me, why is the Technology of this world so backward?"

[In the vast multiverse, Earth had been a feared and revered planet, boasting the most advanced technology in the universe. It had held the coveted title of being the number one technological powerhouse, its reach stretching across galaxies and star systems.

But Earth was not alone in its dominance. Mana, another formidable world, had risen as the number one magical planet in the universe. A perpetual clash between these two titanic civilizations had raged for eons, their influence extending far and wide.

Then, the Chaos Influence descended upon the Milky Way Galaxy, a harbinger of terror, death, and calamity. Yet, it had come bearing gifts—the discovery of the Energy Crystal. This enigmatic crystal harbored immense power, one that could be harnessed for both offense and defense, making it a coveted resource in their never-ending war.

The humans of Mana, awakened by the allure of the Energy Crystal, had roused their ancient mages and ancestors from slumber. It was a desperate gambit, for the modern mages could not even breach the defenses of Earth's humans without war. The ancient mages numbered 5,000 strong, a force of unimaginable might. The mere appearance of one of them on the battlefield was enough to strike fear into the hearts of Earth's defenders.

Time, however, was not on Earth's side. The ancient mages, fueled by powerful but costly spells, had but a year to wreak havoc upon the planet. As they descended upon Earth, they unleashed devastation upon its cities, claiming countless lives. Their most dreadful weapon was the "Backward Curse," a sinister spell from Planet Mana that reversed the progress of Earth's technology.

Buildings crumbled, people fell, and the curse began to take its toll. The once-advanced world of Earth regressed, its laser weapons transformed into primitive bullets, its hover cars reduced to mere wheels, and its mighty spaceships rendered as obsolete planes.

But the cost of the curse was staggering. Hundreds of billions of lives from Mana's population perished as they targeted Earth's inhabitants across galaxies and star systems. The curse's reach was insidious, penetrating walls and defenses to afflict Earth's people with its malevolent effects.

Simon understood the dire situation. The only hope for lifting this curse lay in the sacrifice of a billion tier-7 monsters, a daunting task that seemed nigh impossible. Earth's once-dominant technology had been reduced to relics, and the survivors who witnessed the fall could only look upon the ruins of their world with sorrow and determination, knowing that a formidable and perilous journey lay ahead—a journey to reverse the curse and restore Earth's lost glory.]

[System Reminder: It's easier said than done as I only made the word simple and direct.]

[Ding! Quest:- Kill 1 Billion Tier 7 Chaotic Monsters using any means.

Reward: 1,000,000,000 WoF Points and Aegis of Immortality × 2

Danger level: ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

Beware: 7 Mage Family has been on Earth for thousands of years, they are waiting for the Earth's downfall, and they will hinder your plan to lift the curse for their benefit. You must remain low-key!]

(A/N: I did my best on making that story, and also the curse 💀💀 don't laugh, my imagination isn't wild enough.)

"So that's it? Just that?" Simon's voice echoed with excitement as he contemplated the limitless potential of his newfound System. His eyes gleamed with the thrill of possibility, and his confidence soared to new heights. "With my System, even the whole Multiverse will be mine if given enough time!"

The System, with its awe-inspiring abilities and seemingly boundless potential, had endowed Simon with a sense of invincibility. He envisioned himself as the master of realms, a conqueror of dimensions, and the architect of his own destiny. The very thought filled him with a sense of grandeur, a vision of power beyond imagination.

*BANG* *BANG*

The distant sounds of gunfire, followed by the eerie moans and rattling bones of undead creatures, interrupted Simon's reverie. Reality came crashing back, and he swiftly assessed his surroundings. He was still amidst the chaos of a world overrun by zombies and skeletons, a world transformed by the outbreak of the undead.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, realizing that he had lost track of time while contemplating the limitless potential of his System. "I should head back before the zombies and skeletons trap me here."

With a quick and decisive movement, Simon retrieved his weapon, a sword that had become his trusted companion in this nightmarish landscape. He moved with agility and purpose, his every step deliberate as he made his way to his shelter, a refuge he had meticulously fortified against the relentless tide of the undead.

On his path back, he encountered a relentless horde of zombies and skeletons, their gnarled forms lunging at him with hollow eyes and bony appendages. Simon's reflexes were honed to a razor's edge, and he dispatched them with precise swings and swift strikes, the sounds of their demise punctuating the night.

Each defeated undead creature added to the growing quantity of crystals he had collected, a testament to his skill and resourcefulness. These crystals were not just valuable in their own right but also vital components in his journey to unlock the full potential of the System that had chosen him.

As he neared his shelter, Simon's thoughts returned to the tantalizing possibilities that lay ahead. The System, while overpowered, was a double-edged sword, a force that could reshape reality itself, but one that required skill, determination, and the ability to survive in a world turned hostile. With every step, he inched closer to his refuge, his crystals clutched tightly, and his confidence unwavering. In this unforgiving world, Simon was determined to rise above the challenges and harness the power of his System.

"Alfred, I'm back!! Where are you?" Simon's voice reverberated through the pristine shelter, the echoes of his call bouncing off the walls. He had returned from his perilous journey through the undead-infested world, seeking the familiar presence of his trusted butler.

Simon's eyes swept across the immaculate surroundings. His shelter, once a bastion of safety amidst the chaos outside, had been transformed into a haven of order and elegance. The floors gleamed like polished marble, and every surface sparkled with meticulous care. It was a testament to the dedication and skills of the one named Alfred.

"It must be Alfred's doing," Simon mused aloud, a wry smile playing on his lips. "I guess he's the best butler there is... I mean, he's literally named Alfred HAHAHA."

Simon couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of his butler bearing the iconic name of fictional butlers known for their unparalleled efficiency and loyalty. Yet, Alfred lived up to the reputation, not just as a butler but as a steadfast companion in this tumultuous world.

Alfred, the ever-attentive robotic butler, sprang into action at the sound of his master's voice. With mechanical precision and swiftness, he navigated the sleek corridors of their shelter, his sensors finely tuned to respond to Simon's needs.

As Simon rounded a corner, he was met by the sight of Alfred, who arrived with a grace that belied his mechanical nature. The butler's polished exterior and unwavering composure were a stark contrast to the unpredictable chaos of their world.

"I'm sorry, master," Alfred apologized, his voice a mellifluous blend of technology and etiquette. He inclined his head slightly, a gesture of deference that was as much a part of his programming as it was a display of respect. "I was cleaning your room and then suddenly heard you shout my name."

Simon offered a warm smile, his concern quickly dispelled by the sight of his diligent butler. "It's okay, Alfred," he reassured him, understanding the meticulous nature of his duties. "I was just looking for you because I'm worried that something might have happened while I was gone."

"Anyways, come with me to the barracks," Simon declared with a twinkle of excitement in his eyes, his voice infused with the anticipation of a new venture. He turned to Alfred, his trusted companion, with a grin that mirrored his enthusiasm. "It's time to build our very own army of trees." Alfred, always ready to assist his master in their endeavors, nodded with unwavering dedication. "Yes, master," he replied with the calm assurance that was a hallmark of his character.

As they made their way to the barracks, Simon's mind buzzed with ideas and plans. The prospect of an army of Treants, each one a testament to their ingenuity and determination, filled him with a sense of purpose. It was a project that would require their combined skills and resourcefulness, a venture that would redefine their relationship with the natural world.