16.The Taming of the World Tree

“Still hesitating? Becoming my servant isn’t a loss for you—it could even be said to be your good fortune!” Oliver said calmly.

“Becoming your servant is my good fortune?” The World Tree’s branches swayed, rustling loudly as if mocking Oliver.

Though still in its juvenile stage, the World Tree was well aware of the heights it might one day reach! It might even grow to support the entirety of chaos! Why did other deities fight tooth and nail to devour it? Wasn’t it because of its exceptional talent and the extraordinarily unique primordial runes it held within? Anyone who devoured it would gain immense progress. And likewise, becoming its master would bring countless benefits. No matter how you looked at it, encountering it was this giant snake’s honor! Yet now, this guy was actually saying that becoming his servant was its honor?

Sensing the World Tree’s disdain, Oliver didn’t respond with words. Instead, he silently shook his massive body. In an instant, countless primordial runes began to shimmer across his enormous form!

“What is this…” The World Tree stared in stunned disbelief! What was it seeing! At this moment, at least 100 different primordial runes were gleaming brilliantly across the giant snake’s body, signifying that Oliver could already wield 100 types of primordial runes. And beyond that, there were countless others—dim ones, so numerous they seemed to form an ocean—indicating that Oliver knew of them but had yet to master them.

“This can’t be possible! How could you know so many primordial runes?”

“Impossible? It’s the truth. The total number of primordial runes I know is 144,000!” Oliver declared proudly.

“144,000?” The World Tree let out a shocked cry. “That’s impossible! There are only 88,400 primordial runes in all of chaos!”

“Haha, that’s because your understanding is too narrow,” Oliver said nonchalantly. “If you don’t believe me, you can count them yourself. Do you think 144,000 is some random number? The primordial runes can only amount to this exact figure—no more, no less…”

Oliver’s explanation left the World Tree stunned once again. “So that’s how it is…” It murmured softly. “So that’s how it is. No need to count—I believe you.” At this point, it was thoroughly convinced by this giant snake.

It knew only 200 primordial runes and could wield just over 20 of them! Yet this guy knew all 144,000 primordial runes—a being with limitless potential! Just how far could Oliver grow in the future? Could he become the mightiest deity in all of chaos? In this moment, the World Tree realized that Oliver’s earlier statement wasn’t just empty boasting.

“I’m willing to become your servant, but only if you don’t eat me…” The World Tree’s words trailed off as it suddenly realized that the primordial runes it possessed, Oliver already had. There was no need for him to devour it. So that’s how it was—no wonder this guy didn’t insist on swallowing me like the other deities. Because the primordial runes I possess, he already has them.

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“Very well, then open your soul!” As Oliver spoke, he unleashed his vast soul power.

The World Tree no longer resisted. Its branches trembled as it allowed Oliver’s soul power to enter its soul core! In the next second, with Oliver taking the lead, their souls began a wondrous resonance. Within its soul, Oliver’s mark was imprinted. From this moment onward, this being had fully become Oliver’s servant!

“The future World Tree, the entity destined to support an entire universe, has become my servant?” Oliver’s heart surged with joy, almost unable to believe it.

At the same time, a notification sound rang out from the Book of the Chaos Era. [Congratulations, you have become the master of the mythical entity, the World Tree.]

Simultaneously, the World Tree’s stat panel appeared before him:

* Name: World Tree Yggdranos

* Race: Deity

* Deity Rating: 9

* Attributes:

* Defense: 10,000

* Strength: 10,000

* Chaos Power: 100,000

* Soul Power: 20,000

* Skills: World of Leaves, Spatial Labyrinth, Life Healing

* Possessions: None

The World Tree’s three skills were all quite unique. The so-called World of Leaves was less a skill and more a trait, meaning that each of its leaves contained a special space. These spaces might one day grow into entire worlds! For example, the Earth where Oliver lived in his past life could fit into one of those leaves, becoming a standalone world. Of course, the World Tree was still in its juvenile stage, so the spaces within its leaves were still small—far from being considered worlds.

Its second skill, Spatial Labyrinth, was a spatial control ability that could alter space, trapping enemies in a massive maze from which they couldn’t escape.

But the skill Oliver valued most was its third one! Life Healing! The World Tree had mastered the primordial rune of life, enabling it to heal its targets! This healing was extraordinarily powerful. Even if Oliver’s health—his size—dropped to just 1%, it could instantly restore him to 50%! With this ally, Oliver’s survivability in the chaotic world would skyrocket once more!

“Master, there’s something I must warn you about.” While Oliver was still basking in the joy of subduing it, the World Tree swayed its branches and spoke to him respectfully.

“What is it? Speak,” Oliver instructed.

“Master, not long ago, you killed many Níðmogrs, but their clan is far larger than the ones you encountered. Once you kill them, they’ll lock onto you with the power of fate. They’ll relentlessly hunt you down until you’re completely dead,” the World Tree said with some concern.

“The Níðmogrs aren’t all dead yet?” Oliver was somewhat surprised, but even more than that, he actually felt delighted. The chaotic energy in these Níðmogrs was immense, and it contained the law of poison, which could enhance his poison abilities. They were coming to hunt him down—wasn’t this just delivering reinforcement materials right to his door?

Seeing this giant snake actually looking pleased, the World Tree was once again left in awe. The Níðmogrs were a fearsome clan in chaos, dreaded by all! Truly worthy of someone who knew all 144,000 primordial runes, huh? Too powerful! The World Tree couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.