The Record of Unusual Creature

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

When Yggdrasil regained its sanity, everything suddenly became extremely simple.

What worried Hao Ren most while operating in the Nine Worlds came down to three things: what if the big guy in the underground suddenly woke up? What if it woke up grumpy? What if it was a mad First Born? These were the ball and chain, which made them even not dare to get technical support. They were treading on thin ice when they came to Niebelungen investigating the source of the corruption.

But now these problems were no longer problems because when the big guy in the underground woke up, it was emotionally stable and showing no violent tendencies. To Hao Ren, it was a successful treatment. But what he had done was only cutting a hole in the patient’s brain with a meter-long sword. And he had thought highly of himself already.

He could now safely relocate the refugees in Twilight Capital.

Leaving aside the detailed processes and how he could persuade the people to evacuate, he did not have to worry about Yggdrasil running amok anymore.

“Fortunately, you did not act recklessly!” Yggdrasil exclaimed after hearing about Hao Ren’s plan for Twilight Capital. “With my state of mind at the time, all my actions were conditioned responses. Any slightly bigger movement would have caused a lot of problems. But now you don’t have to worry about that as I will do my best to facilitate your operation. Though I am still weak, merely keeping Midgard stable is not a problem at all.”

Another voice came from the corner of the cave. “Instead of evacuating people out of Twilight Capital using transport ship, I have another idea.”

Hao Ren turned his head around. The one speaking was the shadow in the light—to cleanse himself, Yggdrasil had created another soul. This spare soul was a quiet guy. Other than introducing itself in the beginning, it had been hovering quietly in the corner of the cave all this while. Its only activity was watching the little mermaid jump around. When it spoke, everyone looked at it curiously.

“The biggest threat to Midgard is not dust but magic radiation. It is energy radiation caused by the arcane forces lingering in the atmosphere. Apart from these magical forces, everything else is pretty easy to solve. At least they are lethal.” The shadow in the light spoke softly, almost like it carried some rhythm. “The runic body of Yggdrasil could absorb these magic powers. When Mother created this body, she wanted the body to live as long as it could get and so she had designed many survival abilities, which were beyond the comprehension of the ordinary races. Many such abilities were above the capability of the ordinary guardians. Extracting energy from stars, devouring the rarefied matters in the universe, and absorbing the free energy in the surroundings are something the runic body could do.”

“Oh, yes!” Hao Ren suddenly clapped his hands. “We found you hanging on the side of Chattar star slurping its energy. I have just wanted to ask what model you are, the First Borns in the Plane of Dreams aren’t as powerful as you are. When you speak of the runic body, are you referring to the silver runes on the branches of the body of the rune you said are the silver runes on the branch of Yggdrasil? Did the goddess of creation deliberately create those things?”

“Of course it is my mother’s design. Those runes have extraordinary power and functions. It’s not as simple as drawing energy and empowerment. I will explain this to you if I have the chance, but now, let’s solve the problem of Twilight Capital.”

“I got what you mean; Yggdrasil could purify the magic radiation of Midgard, am I right?” Vivian’s brows arched. “It is one of our alternative plans. At first, we had this plan when we came to Niebelungen. If we could let the World Tree recover, we might be able to rebuild the Nine Worlds with the strength of the First Born.”

“Rebuilding the Nine Worlds… I might be able to do it before I e was weakened,” Yggdrasil said helplessly. “But now I’m finding it hard to cleanse Midgard, let alone rebuilding the Nine Worlds. I could probably cleanse 70% of the Midgard dimension and create an ecosystem around Twilight Capital, but I’m helpless when it comes to more remote places. Most of the world is still desolate. The other kingdoms, except for Asgard, which is not damaged, I am unable to do anything about them. But I think it is sufficient: you only have to evacuate the city, I can provide you with a habitable environment equivalent to a hundred times the size of Twilight Capital.”

“That’s more than enough!” Hao Ren was delighted. “As long as we can clear out Twilight Capital and get the spaceship out. I am here for this.”

“But there is a problem that I am not sure if you have thought about,” Yggdrasil said out of concern. “It’s not that easy to move the entire city, let alone put it into an undeveloped natural environment. It may not be a problem at first, but soon people will fall into chaos: social problems will arise and become a complicated topic. I have seen people studying it for a long time, and yet I can’t understand how it works.”

“Not to worry about that. You should ask me what my expertise is,” Hao Ren said with his nose in the air.

Galazur’s eyes instantly brightened up. But before she could utter anything, Hao Ren said, “Ahem, I am a house-moving expert.”

Galazur pouted and looked away. “Humph.”

Galazur, the dragon queen, the most potent ancient creature on a planet, the ruler of the dragon empire, the ancestor of the draconian language who was deeply feared by the magicians. By tirelessly propagating Hao Ren as the Demolition Man, ruining her image in the process.

At last, Hao Ren finally finalized the details of their next course of action with Yggdrasil. He returned to Twilight Capital to tell Odin about the good news.

This time, he brought along another person: the spare soul of Yggdrasil.

Oh, yes, that was the group of light.

The land of Midgard was still shrouded in darkness and radiation, and the shroud of Twilight Capital was already in sight. Hao Ren and his entourage climbed onto a small hill, which could be a millennial weathered ancient melted castle, just outside the city. From here, they could see the distant branches of the World Tree slowly moved. Yggdrasil was gradually regaining control of its body; it had to quickly adapt to this sober feeling because soon, the purification process would begin.

The formless light was floating around Hao Ren and had now shrunken to the size of an ordinary human.

Where the branches of Yggdrasil could reach, there its soul would be. Now Yggdrasil had two souls, and it was much more convenient to him. It was a blessing in disguise; when the principal soul was busy recuperating, the spare soul could follow Hao Ren around.

“The runic body has been silent for too long, the condition of the distal limbs is not looking good. It has been for hundreds of years that we have difficulty feeling that part of our body,” The spare soul, the sound of the light, said in a pleasant voice. “The situation in Midgard is better as it is relatively close to the principal thinking organ. The situation of Asgard is terrible as its brain has completely withered and died in the early struggles of the two souls. Even if it is to be reborn now, it will take years before it could function.”

Hao Ren listened on, curiously watching the light around him. “I think I should give you a name and not calling you Yggdrasil anymore.”

The light mumbled. Like Zorm, a creature such as the First Born had no concept of names. It found that the name Yggdrasil was good enough and did not see it wrong to be called the same name as the principal soul.

“It’s confusing without a unique name. I have a problem in differentiating you from the Heart of Darkness already.” Hao Ren spread out his hand. “Why don’t I name you Whitey or the other soul Blackie? Together you two are Yggdrasil.”

This idea had aroused strong opposition. But before everyone could object, the bright light moved around Hao Ren and said, “Well, then I will be Whitey.”

Nangong Sanba smacked himself on the face. “Mr. Landlord is at it again, and it’s too late to stop him.”

Vivian sighed. “Fortunately, the person concerned is okay with the name.”