bullyxtreme Chapter 112 The Child Favored by Grass
Chapter 112 The Child Favored by Grass
You were born at the age of one into a rather unremarkable little family in the city of Sumeru. But in the blink of an eye, the adjective "unremarkable" could no longer describe your family.
At the moment of your birth, a round and chubby Lanaro floated into your room through the window and quietly placed a Grass Elemental Eye of God beside your swaddling clothes.
You opened your eyes wide, struggled to pull your arm out and grasp the Eye of God, and tried to wave to Lanaro, who was wearing a red scarf and a golden flower on his head.
You wanted to say, "Thank you."
The noise startled the parents and doctor outside the room, who rushed in anxiously.
As adults, they naturally couldn't see Lanaro beside you, but they saw the Eye of the Grass God in your hand, which was constantly flashing with emerald green light.
"Oh my God..."
Your mother covered her mouth with a mixture of surprise and joy. She quickly and devoutly clasped her hands together, whispering words of gratitude for the blessings of the Great Tree King and the Little Lucky Grass King.
Soon, your parents' neighbors arrived upon hearing the news, and the sages of the Order of the Church also came. They examined the Eye of God in your hand, all marveling at it.
"It's amazing."
"Perhaps, this child is the youngest holder of the Eye of God in history."
One of the scholars of the cause school remarked casually.
From that moment on, you, born with the Eye of God, were considered a child favored by the Little Lucky Grass King.
At the age of two, your father, Tasata, an ordinary member of the Minglun school, received a rare promotion and a substantial stipend.
(PS: The hierarchy of the Faculty is as follows: Tiryasi (Junior Scholar) — Dasata (Formal Scholar) — Kopanda (Distinguished Scholar) — Six Faculty Sages — Great Sage)
Your parents are overjoyed; perhaps in their hearts, it is your birth that has brought this unexpected good fortune to their little family.
After the family's financial situation improved considerably, your mother gradually withdrew from her studies at the Amridic Academy of the Vimalakirti school, intending to focus on taking care of your daily life at home.
[Our home has a large collection of books, mainly from my father and mother's academic research. In her spare time, my mother likes to read you old fairy tales.]
The wolf hunters of the desert, the fairies of the rainforest, the enigmatic kingdom of the flower sea—these magnificent stories shaped your childhood.
At three years old, thanks to your mother's seemingly endless stories, you were already able to recognize most of the characters.
One day, to your mother's surprise, you picked up the storybook from her hand and began to sit quietly on the edge of the bed and read it.
That evening, your mother told your father, who had finished a day of research, that you could read. Your father was skeptical but curiously handed you a storybook and asked you to retell its contents.
You relayed the message quite easily; however, your father didn't show any satisfaction, but instead wore an unusually serious expression.
“Darling, I think we should keep this secret very carefully.”
The father's calm words reminded the mother, who regained her composure from her joy and nodded in agreement.
They met at the Church of Christ and knew a great deal about the dark side beneath its glamorous exterior.
The Academy's thirst for genius is unimaginable, yet the complex and chaotic academic atmosphere within it makes parents hesitant.
The heavens are jealous of talented people, and so are people.
Since then, out of concern for your safety, whenever others ask, your parents only claim that you recognize the simplest parts of the characters.
But that was enough to astonish everyone.
After all, you're only three years old.
……
At four years old, you were no longer satisfied with simple fairy tales; your mother's vast collection of books on the subject became your primary reading target.
"Lamufeng, what's the point of these books?"
Lanaro, wearing a red scarf, once again floated leisurely into your window, curiously examining the book in your hands, which was as thick as a brick.
[Later you learned that its name was Lanromo.]
"They're really not very interesting, but I have reasons to keep watching."
You reluctantly turned a page, the Eye of God in your hand glowing slightly as you expertly replenished the grass elemental power of Lanromo, who had traveled a long way.
"Lanromo did not understand the 'reason'."
[Having replenished its grass elemental power, the little forest spirit flew spiritily onto your shoulder, shaking its golden leaves above it in confusion.]
"It's alright, how is 'Wulu Tuo'?"
[You answered irrelevantly, intentionally steer the question towards the dead zone of Sumeru. You want to know just how severe the erosion of forbidden knowledge has become.]
"That Lamufeng is amazing, he actually knows about 'Wu Liu Tuo'."
Lanromo shook the leaf in surprise, but the leaf above his head quickly drooped down and floated uneasily in mid-air.
"Lanlaja said that the evil 'Wuruta' has begun to affect the rainforest, but Lanbailijia's Langalali is very powerful, so Lamufeng doesn't need to worry!"
Lanromo appears optimistic, but deep worries lurk within your heart.
The "Dead Zone" and "Demon Scale Disease," or what Lanalo calls "Wulu Tuo," are in fact products of the World Tree being contaminated by forbidden knowledge.
[As time goes by, this erosion will not only not subside, but will intensify.]
But now, at only four years old, you cannot change any of this. The Sumeru you knew in your past life is vastly different from the world you live in now.
The familiar figures are nowhere to be found; you can't even pinpoint the exact time. The only certainty is that the traveler seems to have yet to reach Mount Sumeru.
We'll have to leave it at that for now.
[You reluctantly suppressed your worries, saw Lanromo off, and once again opened the book in your hands.]
……
It's worth mentioning that shortly after that year, another major event occurred.
On the third day of the last month of this cold winter, a baby girl was born into the family of one of your neighbors.
The girl's father is a friend and colleague of your father, and his family is fairly well-off. Therefore, your family was invited to the girl's one-month celebration.
"She looks a lot like her mother."
Your mother gently stroked the swaddled baby girl with a smile, her eyes filled with tenderness and love.
The girl turned her head, babbling softly, her large, blue-green eyes fixed curiously on the glittering Eye of God at your waist, waving her chubby little hands as she tried to reach for it.
The girl's anxious look made you laugh, so you picked up the Eye of God and gently placed it in her hand for her to play with.
Then, you hear the girl's mother anxiously calling her name.
【Nel.】
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P.S.: Today is Zaoyou's birthday, happy birthday little raccoon!