Chrysalis

Chapter 1084

The Mother Tree had a name. At least, she’d had a name. The memory was there, vague and distant, tucked in the recesses of her mind. She could recall that she’d had feet, and hands, and eaten food, though such memories were so faint that she couldn’t really recall what it was like.

She’d done it, certainly, but how it had actually felt. That, she could no longer recall.

Birth, or rebirth, on Pangera, now that she could recall. The cold and heartless System welcome, followed by her awakening as a brand new life-form.

A plant-type monster. The sense of horror she’d felt was visceral, though now it was hard to relate to the person she’d been in that moment. Back then, the memories of being human, of being Rose, had been fresh. Trapped in a sightless, limbless form had been a nightmare. She hadn’t even had a mouth with which to scream.

Roots and leaves had seemed so foreign to her then, strange and useless. How attitudes shifted with the times. Were she offered a human body now, she would reject it out of hand. The plant was superior to the animal in every way. She’d just needed time to realise it.

[Rosa Spina.]

That had been her species. Perhaps a play on her name? Had that been enough to convince the System to reincarnate her as a plant? Or perhaps her work as a botanist had been the deciding factor.

Regardless, those early weeks had been difficult.

think of the animal kingdom as brutal and heartless. They see wolves fighting, or bears clashing, or snakes stealing eggs and young

knew better, as had

every day in a battle that will last until one of them succeeds and one of them dies. Competition for sunlight, for water, for nutrients

played out too. It was faster,

wall, seeking what every plant-monster around her had been seeking: mana. The more she had, the

her rebirth. There had never been any hope of cooperation between them, that wasn’t how things worked. That plant had probably been a sibling of hers, in a sense. They’d

choking her neighbour out of the precious mana supply, which she stole for herself. As the monster withered and died, she had been quick to grow

one. She would repeat that action

the massive tree smile, she might have in that moment. Her children were playing. As creatures of pure energy, they intermingled and conversed with each other using the language only those born of the same

and her spirit waved back at them, sending

children. Too pure

this time, even after all the strength and power she had accumulated, it still wasn’t enough. Without the intervention

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