Seedling 33

Elemental Roots have combined into Chaos Root!

I’ve been fed everything over the past few days, all different types of essence made up from Laws.

I bet the Green Lady has a distilling station in the back to make this stuff.

I’m still not certain she’s not going to chop me up and use me as a rare spice ingredient in some Godly Pasta though.

Dryad has been cool as a cucumber the whole time.

Level UP! Maximum level has been achieved!

Whatever is in the stuff the Green Lady keeps feeding me, it has been custom made for growth. I’ve flown through almost a hundred levels, my resistances are maxed to everything as well. Now don't get me wrong, I don't think getting stronger is a bad thing.

Elemental Resistances combined into Chaos Resistance!

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It's just, there’s the weird synergy that keeps happening. I keep evolving rapidly, as if She knew exactly what to do to make it happen.

If I had to say, there is only one downside.

Evolution from Mana Tree into Chaos Tree has begun!

Yes, that’s the downside.

I have no idea what a ‘Chaos’ Tree is.

I could end up with tentacles in strange places.

Or leaves on my branches that talk back to me.

Or even, Green Lady forbid, a different gender. That isn't as funny as one would think when it could happen to you.

This is madness, hasn’t anyone taught this Divinity that forced genetic evolution can have dire consequences?!

Who goes around randomly kidnapping rare plants and forcing them to evolve anyway?

I certainly wouldn’t do that.

All the samples I’ve taken during my stay here were for scientific purposes.

Besides, it isn’t kidnapping if they are dead right?

Then it’s like, I’m just taking pieces of them for research.

They are donating their bodies to research!

Heh.

Rustle.

Moral compass? No self-respecting Tree has one of those useless things.

Besides, they started it.

It’s a jungle out here if you haven’t noticed. Half this Green Lady’s Garden is feral. A quarter of the other half is just weird, and the last quarter tried to kill me.

Since three-quarters of this place is hostile, I damn well am going to be hostile right back.

If it wasn’t for you demanding I don’t burn the place down, there wouldn’t be anything left of this Garden except smoking ashes.

I stare morosely at the Green Lady as she approaches again with another pot of mysterious liquid.

Rusttttllllllleeeeeeee.

No, no she is not taking care of us.

She’s just waiting till I drop my guard, then kapoow! right into the soup we’ll go.

Even if I can’t see it, that eyeroll is still obvious!