Chapter 1045: Verdant Forest ×, Forest of Desire √
The plan to create a new battlefield in the Main World was neither accepted nor rejected by Principal Mei.
So it remained just a backup option among backup options.
As for the matter of one world colliding with the Main World, it was certainly not the first time it had happened.
When the world of Plant Technology came over, Principal Mei had said the same: when two worlds collide and forcibly merge, it causes tearing of the world’s space, leading to dense spatial rifts in areas of spatial repetition.
As for where this “impact zone” is set… that would naturally be Acher Academy.
I had already chosen the preparatory settlement world for the game world: it was “Verdant Forest,” the very first place I had arrived in.
Honestly, I was quite curious about what those self-righteous elves would think upon seeing their kin enslaved, oppressed, and even commodified by a regional game world.
Are elves not allowed to see their own kind oppressed by other races?
This is also a common behavior; the Witch Race similarly does not allow their own to be bullied, but the premise is that they identify with the collective of the Witch Race.
Not familiar?
If one does not bear the label of a Betraying Witch, it’s already good—thinking that the Witch Race would come to save them?
That is rather presumptuous.
However, the Aphhemia Forest Elves are particularly conspicuous in this regard; regardless of the branch, only they can exploit others.
Thus, the world of Verdant Forest exists to entice elves.
The Aphhemia Forest Elf is a key element in the plan involving the World-Destroying Staff.
As for the issue of the earth vein being locked and dried between worlds… it is enough that a region almost depleted of resources collides with the Main World and causes spatial rifts.
After all, there is also an “invasion” attribute between worlds.
Meanwhile, in the Verdant Forest world.
Amid the frenzied invasions by players and the continuous harvesting of this world, the elves living here were experiencing unbearable suffering.
The turning point for this world came when a player seized the body of an elf named Aier.
And that player was… me.
In fact, this character had already existed for several months, and my avatar in the game world had been in continuous “operation.”
Even when I retreated backstage due to a death in the game world, this account still existed.
Not only in this world called Verdant Forest, but after playing for so long, I developed many worlds by utilizing battle codes and permissions.
And this first world still lingered in my memory.
Because this game was the simplest I had played, yet it was also the slowest in terms of progression!
In other worlds, I could quickly summon using the forces and extraordinary resources I controlled, but the elves in this world… their thoughts were incredibly rigid.
Of course, this “rigidity” is viewed from my perspective.
They wouldn’t believe anything a player says, including myself.
In fact, this was also a good thing for this world; they could not bear the risks of the unknown, even though they had already been pressured by players to the point of losing everything.
In my opinion, in such a dire situation, it was only logical that some elven community would accept my “cooperation.”
But the final result was… none at all.
So… I ultimately changed direction.
I no longer sought wild elves but returned to the player-constructed, incongruent “Forest of Desire.”
Though it was called a forest, in essence, it was the “Player Main City” built by the players, employing the original architectural style of the Verdant Forest world.
It harmonized perfectly with nature.
After all, game players do not have the layout of their own world; their art and aesthetics are derived entirely from their bloody plundering!
The Forest of Desire essentially belonged to a place of life and death, reminiscent of the primitive slave civilization, where various branches of elven species were the most common commodities.
Here, one could witness the worst and most vile aspects of human nature.
Of course, savagery and “desire” blended perfectly within the Forest of Desire.
“Hey~ beautiful! Interested in playing a little game? Exclusively for female character players~”
“Beautiful~ need a slave? Just got some ‘training’ today, and they’re spicy; there are also some gentle ones available!”
Upon entering the Forest of Desire, the merchants began their sales pitches. As I walked, I had already been harassed by this several times.
Eventually, I activated the Do Not Disturb and Pure Mode, becoming a moving “mosaic,” and the harassment subsided.
I silently approached the vendor who had just shouted.
“Hello~ Customer, what can I assist you with? We have all kinds of special elven offerings here~”
“Oh? Variety?” My voice had been modified and no longer clearly sounded like a male or female.
“Anything you want, we have it in abundance! What type do you need? Do you want me to take you to see?”
“Bring me a few of the most obedient ones, the kind who will listen to me even after the slave restrictions are lifted.” I said.
“Wow~ the customer really knows how to play~ but those are not cheap! We only earn our living through hard work.” The vendor seemed momentarily stunned by my request, then put on an understanding facade.
“Money is not an issue.”
“Great! I’ll bring you to see them right away. If they meet your gaze, we can settle the payment then.”
Upon hearing my statements, the vendor was absolutely thrilled, his face illuminated with the prospect of a new deal.
Before long, he brought over several scantily clad elves, shabby rags failing to cover their many wounds. The vendor forcibly pulled them over, and they fell to the ground but didn’t dare to get back up.
“Customer, do any of these catch your eye? You can try them out; no charge.”
“No,” I replied, “Do they still have any magic or anything like that?”
“Magic? Oh… that one? These individuals have all been disabled, otherwise, it would be too dangerous…”
“I like danger; is there any?”
“Ah? Oh! Yes… there is! But it’s not cheap~”
“I’m not short on money, understand?” I said in a firm tone.
“Understood! Understood!” The vendor, sensing my impatience, quickly adopted a more friendly demeanor and dashed off to prepare again.
After all, the customer is king, right?
After a while, seemingly after a stringent selection process, they brought forward an elf.
“Customer, if you don’t mind this one, she is the most obedient we have here…”
“Being obedient is not up to you to decide. Remove the restrictions and let her come with me; I’ll pay you on the spot.” I directly interrupted his words.
Then I turned my gaze towards the petite figure in front of me, with a frail body and a thin frame, feeling like anyone could easily overpower her.
“Ah… this…”
“Can’t do it?” I questioned.
“Of course, I can!” The vendor immediately replied, reaching out to remove her shackles, “This elf’s submissiveness has been instilled from a young age, and she hasn’t fully matured yet. You know how long elven lifespans can be; it’s not easy to grow this big. But there’s fun in being small too~”
I quietly listened to his words while he kept talking. Finally, I interrupted him, “Bring her here.”
She stood silently next to me, turning to walk alongside me, never daring to look me in the eye.
The Do Not Disturb mosaic mode only applied to player characters; the native elf in front of me could not see me, so she could perceive me as an elder sister of the elf kind.
“Customer, customer, please! How would you like to pay? We don’t accept discounts or combined coupons here~”
“Let her cast a spell so I can see; even if she can’t, I need to see her hold non-nine powers, and then I’ll make the payment.” I continued.
“Customer, you wouldn’t be looking to toy with me, would you? With so many requests, please don’t leave empty-handed at the end.” The vendor’s mood soured at my persistent inquiries.
“If you don’t show me, I’m leaving right now.”
“Alright! I hope the customer can fulfill that.”
His loud tone was no longer as rampant as before, but business still had to be conducted. Then he turned to the little elf, his demeanor shifted instantly.
“Hurry up! Did you hear that? Show this customer your abilities! If you don’t, you’re the one who’ll be paying the price, and tonight will be your last life!”
Under this vendor’s harsh words, the elf hesitantly extended her hand, faint life energy—a shade so dim it was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye—emerged. Without mental power detection due to character constraints, it was so subtle that even I almost missed it.
Just as this vendor had not noticed he was about to explode at the little elf, I stopped him with a hand.
“Price, pay up.”
“You… hello! Alright!” Upon hearing my direct tone, the vendor’s demeanor did a complete 180!
A flattering smile returned to his face!
“The total is…”
“Direct payment; I can’t be bothered to haggle.”
“Great! How refreshing, customer!”
As the payment confirmation window popped up before me, I ignored the series of zeros and made the payment directly.
After all, these game currencies held no significance to me, and the game world doesn’t deal with concepts like excessive inflation. For the higher-ups in the game world, game currency was merely a tool to force the lower class to sell their labor; they had countless ways to dump excess game currency into a bottomless abyss of no returns.
Then they would pick out a lucky soul from the bottom, and after the envy and jealousy wore off, they would throw them back down again.
The so-called bottom-class individuals are said to have little insight, and they resonate with the sentiments of their fellow lower class.
This is the norm in the game world.
At that moment, because the vendor accidentally added an extra zero out of shock, he looked astonished at the payment, his expression turning even more bewildered!
“Big boss, take care! Let’s add each other as friends! We have the best supply channels here, I guarantee fresh from the source!”
No matter how the vendor called out, he could not retain this customer; after futile attempts, he delightedly gazed at the sudden influx of cash and extra profits.
At that moment, he was already thinking about which game he would play to the fullest tonight!
Ultimately, Verdant Forest is a very old game but still remains popular.
After all, elves are a great asset~
But people’s joys and sorrows do not resonate with each other, and the same goes for humans and elves.
The little elf I purchased was still somewhat scantily clad, so I got her a complete set of clothes to conclude the matter; after all, spending game currency was no bother.
In the end, I found a seemingly more respectable inn, styled with natural vines and stones, hard to imagine such a building could reach eight floors!
However, upon entering, the style transformed completely; inside were purely game-template-style hotel rooms, likely designed to save costs. After all, upscale interiors were charged extra, while the exterior… probably merely a facade.
Under the innkeeper’s obvious hint, I bypassed the quirky room he pointed to and opted for the most expensive top suite.
This action made the innkeeper appear delighted, his demeanor turning exceptionally warm.
“Please don’t bother me unless it’s necessary; prepare me two of the best meal packages with no room service. You can deduct from my payment, preferably delivering before she finishes her bath.” After saying this, I took the little elf and headed to the uppermost floor of “my room.”
This elf, clutching several sets of her new clothes, followed closely behind me, scarcely daring to lag, as if straying a few steps away would lead other players to snatch her away.
Upon reaching the guest room, I casually perched on a luxurious sofa. After closing my eyes for a few seconds, I opened them to see the confused elf before me.
“The bathroom is over there; go wash yourself. After that, change into your new clothes.” I pointed towards the bathroom.
To be honest, I was already weary of this world, so my tone wasn’t particularly pleasant. Facing setbacks with the elves and disgust from players, I bore no psychological burden for bringing conflict from the Main World here.
As for all those innocent people… that would be more of a joke; they are not of my kin and must be slain wherever found. Even among humans, there can be home and national enmities, let alone with different races. Any excessive sympathy should be tossed into the flames of war.
The blood ritual incident on the Blood Slave Peninsula only taught me one thing: I wasn’t ruthless enough against them; otherwise, why would they still think of rebellion and revenge?
Human nature truly becomes more appalling the more you understand it, making it clear that it’s not worth mourning.
After releasing these stray thoughts, I felt much lighter, and then I noticed the little elf in front of me, standing absolutely still.
“What’s wrong? Can’t you wash?” I stood up, intending to walk towards her, and she, in fear, hugged her clothes and went toward the bathroom.
In her nervousness, she even took a wrong turn into an adjacent vacant room.
“The bathroom is here; if you don’t know how to use the facilities, I can teach you, but you must wash yourself.”
