Chapter 22: Battle against Thryss, the Root Reclaimer [2]

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Chapter 22 - Battle against Thryss, the Root Reclaimer [2]A change. I felt it. I changed. I don't know what flipped. Perhaps it was the desperation, or the hatred. Maybe it was just evolution, waiting to be acknowledged. But I felt them. They came. BZZZ! Hundreds. Thousands. Like whispers through the soil, they came. Aphids. First a trickle, then a tide. Wriggling, pale, hungry creatures. Their small minds reached out to me, and I answered. I didn't call them. I summoned them. Not just the aphids. Ants, beetles, mites. Even the twitching of something larger; tiny rodents, burrowing mammals, ears flicking as they rose from nests all across my territory, eyes wide with terror and obedience. Instantly, I knew. 'I-it's my evolution'. 'The Aphid Network!' The Aphid Network, my new evolution, it was my new will. It had encompassed more than I ever expected. My new will had teeth. DING! ~----~ [SKILL AWAKENED: Verdant Bond – Symbiotic Summons!] >You may now summon and control lower-tier symbiotic lifeforms within your territory. *Aphids (×547). *Ants (×612). *Carrion Beetles (×104). *Verdant Burrowers: Rabbits, Moles, and Noxian Field Mice (×19). ... [SKILL EVOLVED: Hive-Sight – Linked Vision Established.] ~----~ All of a sudden, I could see. I could see. From dozens of eyes. Every angle. Every crevice Thryss missed. Every overlooked root. Its swollen, pulsing core at the center of its monstrous body, hidden deep beneath. I didn't just survive. Once again, I adapted. And then... BUZZ! They swarmed. From bark, soil, hollow root and shadow; they surged like a plague. Aphids clung to Thryss's lesser roots, siphoning sap like a thousand mouths kissing open wounds. Ants chewed through support fibers, climbing with soldier-like purpose. Field mice darted through the undergrowth, avoiding crushing roots to strike at unprotected tendrils. And I watched everything. Each strike. Each flinch. Each scream in the vibrations of Thryss's convulsing, ancient body. For a moment, I felt dread on behalf of the ancient entity. I felt a sense of déjà vu. 'This evolution... I got it from the fragment I inherited from that damned sunblind slugweed!' It was the ability of the first plant that ever threatened to invade into my territory, swallowing not just my territory, but my life with it. I still vividly remembered the battle against the aphids like it happened yesterday. I killed the bastard and digested his evolutionary fragments. And now, later on in the future, I was reaping the benefits. 'Echoterra... a fierce crucible to forge monsters!' I thought. Thryss suffered in agony. And then, it began to lose shape. Not from brute strength, but from decomposition in motion. Controlling the Aphids and my new minions was instinctive, engraved so deeply in my mind that I didn't even have to think to do it. I sent them deep, into cavities and veins and cracks only I could now see. I directed them like a General in a battlefield. I adjusted angles of attacks, even baited Thryss into shifting its mass into vulnerable regions. This wasn't combat. Not anymore. This was an assassination. And then... A satisfying system notification appeared. DING! ~----~ [Territorial Dominance Resumed: 52.1 square meters.] [Adaptive Evolution: Active Skill "Symbiotic Command" is now permanent.] ~----~ The great Thryss, the Reclaimer of Roots, Nexus Guardian of the system, the great one began to crumble. It didn't roar. It didn't beg. It simply withered; its core, bloated and blind, eaten from within by a horde of summoned hunger. My hunger. In its final moments, Thryss stared through its fractured eyes. And I knew what it saw. Not a seed. Not a plant. A King. ... Thryss died slowly. Its rotting body sank into the soil like a collapsing cathedral, a monument to ancient violence brought low not by fire or blade; but by infestation. By me. The silence afterward was... monstrous. Once again, I did it. It was not the first time but it still felt like the first time and once more against a dreadful enemy in this cursed world, I wasn't scrambling, wasn't desperate. I stood tall. My thorns pulsed with energy. My leaves shimmered with toxins and stored sunlight. Every vine that coiled from my base moved with intent. There was no doubt anymore. I was no longer just surviving, even at 50 square meters. I was dominating. DING! ~----~ [SYSTEM NOTIFICATION!] >Trial Guardian Eliminated: Thryss, the Verdant Reclaimer. >Calculating Total Biomass Absorbed... >+4.1 Square Meters Acquired. [Current Territorial Mass: 56.2 square meters] [New Threshold Reached: "Verdant Sovereignty" Milestone Achieved.] [Evolution Triggered. Initiating Core Update... ... ... [EVOLUTION COMPLETE.] [You have evolved into: Verdant Lord-Class Organism!] [Unlocked Traits:] >Aphid Network (Integrated). >Hive-Sight (Advanced Form). >Symbiotic Command (Tier 2). >Territorial Sentience: Passive awareness of all motion within your land. >Royal Sporemark: Designate kin, bestow growth-boosting spores and combat buff within shared rootspace. ["Your kin recognize you as Apex. Your will is Law. Your rage is remembered."] ~----~ I felt everything. The aphids were now extensions of me. Their legs, my fingers. Their eyes, my sentinels. Even the ants and rodents lingered at the fringes of my territory, hesitant but drawn by instinct. The air buzzed with unspoken structure. No, spoken. They understood me now. Not with language, but something older. Pheromone pulses. Root tremors. Chlorophyll waves. A network of communion only plants were supposed to comprehend, orchestrated by a mind like mine. I reached out. The small plant; my kin, the one I rescued; shivered beneath the low brush, half-shaded by what was once Thryss's sacred ground. I touched its roots gently. 'I'm here', I tried to say. 'You're safe now'. It pulsed a weak reply. Confused. Grateful. Afraid. ~----~ [Royal Sporemark: Designation Pending] ~----~ I hesitated. For the first time, something like warmth coiled inside me. In the outskirts, I am a lone wolf, with no family left behind to rely on or care for. Was this... what it felt like to protect something? Not out of strategy. Not for territory. But because I wanted to. I made the mark. Roots intertwined. A soft glow passed between us. It curled into the younger plant's stem like a blessing, like fire hidden inside bark. ~----~ [Designation Complete: Kin Registered as 'Sporelink 001'.] [Combat Buff: +5% Nutrient Absorption, +7% Defensive Adaptation when within Verdant Lord Territory.] [Growth Synchronization: Minor acceleration imitated.] ~----~ The little plant straightened, visibly stronger already. Its leaves reached out, toward me. My kin. My kind. seaʀᴄh thё nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Chapter 22: Battle against Thryss, the Root Reclaimer [2]

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