Epic of Caterpillar

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In front of us, thanks to Colora, there was a beautiful field of colorful plants. The difference from these plants than normal ones is that they were all completely painted with a single color, every single detail was just a single color. I guess they were named Divine Color Plants for a reason…

Each Seed Colora creates consumes 10k MP, she doesn't even have enough to make more than two, but I supply her with my own MP and suddenly she can make tens of them just as easily. Hehehe, the benefits of having hundreds of thousands of Mana is once more upon us.

"What a beautiful field of colorful plants!" Ariant seemed enamored. "Will it be possible to plant these around our town in the future? I wish we could have it all around…"

"Hey don't ask Kireina-sama for something like that!" Eriant said.

"I don't know if I'll be coming back to your town after this journey's over, Ariant." I said. "Sorry, but probably no."

"O-Oh…" Ariant sighed a bit. "We've only meet for less than a week but I've already grown accustomed to Kireina-sama and everyone else…"

Damn, this girl's really going to make me get a bit sad myself. I was just thrown into this world and forced into it more than anything, but the people here and everything else… well, I've grown attached to them.

Bringing them with me would be unfair, as they are also attached to this world, their home. So I guess once I find my true way back home and also defeat the threat I promised Elfina I will defeat, we will depart. Probably forever.

"But… That doesn't mean you can't grow them yourself, right?" I said. "Colora!"

"Very well!" Colora said, flying towards Ariant and then creating ten Seeds.

"Oh, t-these seeds, can I grow them?" She wondered.

"Ask your spirits for help, and if that doesn't help, plant them around the Yggdrasil Tree, that should do it." I said to her.

"I-I see… Thank you so much, I will make sure they flourish into beautiful and colorful plants! I am sure the children will love them, right Eriant?" Ariant asked.

"Yeah! Our lives were always gloomy, the only colors we always saw were the brown of the desert sands, bright colors will make everyone happier." Eriant said.

"Anyways, we might as well pop up some more Yggdrasil Trees while we are at it…" I quickly summoned Chaotic Beasts and gave them three Yggdrasil Seeds I created on the spot by consuming all of my MP, which was rapidly regenerating as I absorbed Mana from the mountain filled with rich crystalized miasma.

"Go!"

FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

All three of the Chaotic Beasts flew into the skies, dispersing. I saw through their very eyes as each one left a Lesser Yggdrasil Tree seed and through the power of Summon Connection, I gave them the ability of Yggdrasil Spirit, infusing this power into the seeds alongside a lot of water.

TRUUUUMMM…!

And all the desert around the mountains trembled. Three enormous trees began growing in the background as if nothing. This desert is beautiful and all, but the people here is suffering too much due to the arid conditions, many are dying of hunger.

As long as I can spread more and more of these trees everywhere, nature will quickly grow around them, and so all sorts of edible fruits, plans, and mushrooms, which seeds came with the other lesser Yggdrasil seeds.

And while doing so, I decided to summon the third Maxima Summon.

"Summon!"

FLAAASH!

A mystical, red-colored Maxima Summoning Circle appeared in the floor, and slowly began surging with blazing flames from within, an enormous blade surged from there.

It resembled a glorious red sword of over a two meters of height. It was so wide it resembled a big piece of metal more than a sword, but it was finely decorated with red metal color, jewels on its handle, and scales.

The end of the jewel held a large, red-scaled dragon-like head.

This design and this presence…

It seems very familiar…

No, it can't be, right?

Ding!

[You have summoned the [Blazing Wyvern Overlord Blade] [Rank: E+] Maxima Summon!]

[You can now assign a name to the Maxima Summon]

"Wait, what?! It is really him!" I exclaimed in surprise.

"Ahhh!"

Suddenly, the sword began floating around, blazing flames surging everywhere within its body as they shaped into small claws to grab things.

"Huh? Where… am I- Ah, Kireina-sama?!"

"Shadrach?!"

"I-I can't believe it is you! But… Why am I here? What's going on?"

It was him.

It was really the Wyvern Overlord, Shadrach!

He was already an old friend of mine at this point, a person which I shared many battlefields, the old Ruler of the Grand Forest, the father of the other Wyverns.

Why was he here? Did I just teleported him here from Genesis?

"What happened?!" I asked. "Did you die or did I just teleported you here?"

"I-I have no idea! The moment I heard you had died, I suddenly was swallowed by darkness… And I think I died too…" The Wyvern Overlord sighed, as he hugged me with his blazing claws. "But why do you look so small now? Ah! Who are these people? I cannot recognize none of them! …Is that a lizardman?"

"Well…" I muttered. "I guess… you died, yeah."

Damn it, I can't believe I missed that detail.

When I died back in Genesis I gave my Soul and all its powers to my wives.

However, although I am fairly sure I had made independent bodies and souls for all my soul-bound spirits and summons… there was one I actually missed.

One that I had completely forgotten about that was always there fighting for me and everyone else to boot! How imbecile am I?! I can't believe I ended forgetting that!

I ended explaining it to the Wyvern Overlord, as he sighed while resting over the floor.

"Ah… So that's how it is. From everybody soul bound to you, I was the only one you forgot about and… I died with you." He sighed. "So I was revived. Is this why I feel so weak? But what is this Soul Book thing? It shows my stats very differently than in Genesis! Where's my Divine Energy, Aether, and everything else?"

"Well, you kind of lost it all! Hahaha…" I laughed a bit.

I was honestly rather happy to have someone else from there with me here, but it made me feel bad it happened due to my own carelessness.

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