Chapter 3 The Night is Brighter
Rhodes's cry was still a step too late.

As soon as he finished speaking, the little thing rushed out of the altar and stepped into the endless black land.

All of a sudden.

Countless black air emerged.

It was like arms from the underworld wrapped around the little thing's body, causing it to struggle desperately on the spot, screaming and wailing.

If there is no other external force to stop it, it will undoubtedly turn into a pile of rotten wood again, and no amount of Moon Spring will be able to save it.

"I told you not to run away."

At this time, Rhodes' helpless voice sounded.

He seemed to overestimate the intelligence of the little thing a little.

I saw him walking over on the black soil, picking up the small thing, and then quickly returning to the altar.

After a day of trying, Rhodes was able to barely resist the erosion of the black soil for a while.

Plus, he had just drunk the Moon Fountain to restore his vitality, so he could easily hold on for two or three minutes.

But the little creature was scared to death. It struggled hard and kicked its short legs in the air.

Because in its mind, it had equated Rhodes with that horrible black soil.

"Okay, stop moving."

Rhode knocked the little thing on the head and said, "You can see that if you run out, you will be eaten. I'm letting you go now. Don't run away again."

After giving it some warnings and making sure that the little thing would not escape again, Rhodes put it down and went to check whether the seedlings were affected by the movement just now.

(≥﹏≤)……

After being taught a lesson by Black Soil and "threatened" by Rhodes' words, the little thing didn't dare to move. It hugged its head and huddled under the Moon Goddess statue, trembling.

It didn't understand why Rod didn't eat it.

After all, the aura emanating from Rhodes was exactly the same as the black soil outside, otherwise it wouldn't have run away as soon as it saw it.

Driven by instinctive curiosity.

The little thing raised its head slightly, stole a glance at Rhodes who was busy in the distance, and then quickly looked away, fearing that it would be discovered.

After confirming that the seedlings were fine, Rod reinforced the fence and came back quickly. He squatted in front of the little thing and looked at it curiously.

He discovered that although the little thing was a tree spirit like him, its appearance was very different and it should belong to a different evolutionary branch.

For example, the guarding tree spirit, the healing tree spirit, and the tree of knowledge.

After a moment's silence, he said, "Since you are so small, I will call you Little Thing. This is your name."

(づど)……

As if it understood what he said, the little thing raised its head cautiously, but was immediately frightened by the terrifying aura on him and shrank back again.

Maybe I'm a little shy because I just came back to life.

Rhodes ignored it. Seeing that it posed no threat, he cast a cultivation spell to heal its injuries.

This was an application of magic that Rhodes discovered out of boredom when he was cultivating seedlings.

Perhaps because they are both plants, the cultivation magic will also have an effect on them, speeding up their recovery from injuries.

The tenfold speed bonus is not an exaggeration, it can even be described as visible to the naked eye.

I don't know what it would do if used on a living person.

"I really need more seeds."

With the expectation of a strange world, Rhodes did not hesitate and came to the Moon Well in the night to pray earnestly.

Because according to him, praying on a moonlit night would be more likely to get a response from the Moon God.

Maybe the gods would be so pleased that they would directly give him a sack of seeds?
Thinking of this, Rhodes came to the Moon Well, clasped his hands together devoutly, and looked up at the sky.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Wait, where's my moon??"

Rhodes was stunned.

Looking at the completely dark sky, I could not see any trace of the moon. Not to mention the moon, not even a trace of moonlight could be seen.

Is there a deviation between the rules of this world and his cognition?
He is the God of the Moon, so how come there is not even a concrete object to represent his faith?
If we say that the prayers of believers are radio waves.

The moon is the signal tower, serving as a link between believers and gods, and is specifically used to receive radio signals, which is faith.

No wonder the response I felt today was so weak, it turns out the signal tower is gone... What the hell is this?
"Oh, the statue."

Suddenly, Rhodes' eyes fell on the collapsed statues.

Although not as good as the moon, those who pray frequently know that statues are also one of the concrete objects that carry the will of God.

It's like a portable telegraph.

If the statue is repaired, maybe it can really strengthen the connection with the gods. Then it wouldn't be too much to ask for a few more seeds, right?
After all, there are not many believers as devout as me.

Do it when you think of it.

Under the little creature's puzzled gaze, Rhodes began to get busy.

As a tree spirit, he does not feel tired at night. He keeps going back and forth between the altars, collecting stones to rebuild the statue of the Moon Goddess.

This busy work lasted until midnight.

When the last stone fell and a human shape was barely formed, the statue suddenly shone brightly, illuminating the entire altar.

The little creature that was originally curled up in the corner seemed to sense something. It ran over babbling and danced excitedly beside the statue.

seem.

That is what it and its other fallen companions have been pursuing and protecting.

Under the illumination of this soft light, the corpses and bones surrounding the Moon Well gradually turned into starlight and gathered towards the sky.

The stars gathered more and more, and finally formed a dreamy and colorful emerald road, leading straight from the altar to the sky.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

In the black and green sky, Rhodes saw a circular reflection that flickered, echoing the statue he had just repaired, and seemed to be receiving the soul of a deceased person.

night.

It seems brighter.

……

the other side.

Inside the ruined magic tower.

The originally dim meditation circle suddenly burst into dazzling light, and a majestic aura dissipated through the circle, instantly waking up the elderly wizard who was meditating.

“Breath of life!”

"Such a powerful breath of life!"

The old wizard excitedly held up his cane, and he seemed to be ten years younger.

A whole day had passed since they offered the seeds, and he had been waiting beside the magic circle without leaving.

I thought it was just a false alarm, but unexpectedly I could sense the existence of the dream forest again, and it was even clearer than before!
In excitement, the old wizard threw away his crutches, knelt down in the magic circle with a plop, his eyes full of piety.

"Great Lord of Dreams, God of the Moon... Are you finally willing to listen to the prayers of your believers and bestow your supreme will?"

"...seeds? Need more seeds?"

"Okay, okay, okay, your most devout believer, Thomas Will, will do everything he can to find the most precious seeds for you!"

Thomas looked ecstatic.

It was the first time that he heard the will of God so clearly.

Feeling the tremendous vitality rushing into his body, his body, crawling on the ground, trembled violently.

Gift!

This is the gift from God!

In just a moment, Thomas felt as if he had received a full body baptism, and his old body was rejuvenated.

God of the moon.

Sure enough, he did not abandon them!

(End of this chapter)