Chapter 130 - 127: Holy Shit! Comir Is Alive
Even if the Secret Realm was a shadow of its former self, it still had the Magic Energy Crystal Ore and the Image of Order. These were all the Master’s most prized possessions, rare treasures even in other High-Rank Worlds.
Mumu had no choice but to investigate, especially since the Statue of Comir was still indoors.
It couldn’t get any information through its Perception, so it had to investigate in person.
With a tremor of Magic Power, Mumu activated the many dormant Magical Plants outside.
Vines, flowers, and blades of grass all shed their disguises as ordinary, stationary greenery, transforming into menacing, demonic plants baring fangs and claws.
Faint red and yellow pollen, too fine to be seen by the naked eye, began to drift indoors. Despite the lack of wind, it moved with a strange gentleness.
Vines—some emerald green, others withered yellow, some bearing leaves and fruit, others covered in sharp thorns—crept into the house through open windows and cracks around the Door.
Mumu controlled its Magic Power, preventing its minions from overreacting or breaking anything inside.
Meanwhile, its own Thorn vines traveled cautiously underground. Two of them silently emerged near the empty hall, slowly creeping up the side of the wall to a ventilation hole.
’As the guardian Elf, if something terrible happens, Master will probably hold me responsible. If not for all of it, then at least for a large part.’
The other areas seemed fine for now, but what worried Mumu was that, in Doudou’s Gold Coin workshop, the rabbits were all behaving themselves.
’Please don’t let it be a problem with the Statue of Comir...’
Although, as a Thorn Child, Mumu didn’t have organs like eyes, every part of its body could absorb visible light and simulate a Visual Sense. This was to prevent it from being truly blind when its Perception failed.
As the Thorn poked through the vent and scanned the empty hall, Mumu’s vine tensed up.
’Something really did get in! The Statue of Comir is on the floor!’
By this time, the pollen had already entered the empty hall. Guided by Mumu’s Magic Power, it spread into every corner, while more pollen and vines continued to extend into the other rooms of the Secret Place.
Its magical senses were completely useless; it couldn’t detect any abnormal energy or fluctuations. It could only rely on "sight" and touch to search slowly.
’Where is it? Where is it?’
’Could it be a being of chaos, coveting the Image of Order?’
’If it’s one of those things, it’s a danger far beyond what I expected.’
Mumu was more knowledgeable than Doudou. It understood that the most dangerous part of creating an Image of Order was the Order Gravity phase, but it had never heard of a successfully created one attracting *those things*.
’Could it be that one of Doudou’s rabbits escaped, knocked over the Statue of Comir, and then ran back on its own?’
’Alright, that ridiculous thought is obviously impossible...’
A few minutes passed. The pollen had filled the entire building and a large area around it, but Mumu still couldn’t sense any foreign object.
’Undetectable by Magic Power, invisible to sight, and even untouchable by the pollen?’
Mumu’s Thorn vine lingered in the empty hall for a long time before it finally decided to set the Statue of Comir upright first.
The Thorn vine extended from the vent and gently wrapped around the Statue of Comir.
This was the first time Mumu had ever touched the Image of Order.
Magic Power is, by its nature, a manifestation of soul, body, and Life Force.
As an Image of Order primarily formed from high-quality Magic Power Polymer and then infused with the rules of Order, its lifelike quality far surpassed that of an ordinary statue.
Mumu had never seen other Images of Order, so it had no point of comparison, but it still felt that its Master’s creation, this Statue of Comir, was absolutely one of the finest examples.
The Power of Order, mixed with the Magic Power from the original polymer, formed a unique, special power that surged within the Statue of Comir.
Putting that aside, just in terms of realism and vibrancy, this beautiful Statue of Comir was exceptional. It was said to be the work of a human master artisan.
’Wow, the red hair even sways.’
Suddenly, Mumu felt that something was wrong.
The next moment, all its branches froze, not daring to move.
As the Thorn branches wrapped around the Statue of Comir to lift it, the long red hair cascaded down like a waterfall due to gravity.
The Thorn branches and the Statue of Comir remained in this position, half-tilted and motionless.
Although an Image of Order could be very realistic, and this Statue of Comir was an outstanding piece, there was, for heaven’s sake, a difference between "realistic" and "real."
No matter how realistic, a statue was still a statue—rigid. What was happening now was therefore rather frightening for the Tree Shepherd.
"Hmm~"
The sudden, soft murmur scared Mumu so badly that it retracted all its Thorns.
The Statue of Comir once again fell to the ground with a THUD.
Mumu was now scared to death. Its Thorns had already retracted outside, and its mind was waging a fierce internal battle, teetering on the edge of running away.
There was one likely term for this phenomenon: "Demonization."
Just like the Demonized Crystal Ore from before, this kind of entity usually possessed no rationality and would only instinctively seek to strengthen itself.
Mumu knew it was very weak at the moment. Even at its peak, it wouldn’t have dared fight a Demonized Image of Order. How could it take a risk against a monster it had never seen before?
It ordered all the vines, flowers, iron trees, and other Demonized Plants to surround the building, while it quietly burrowed underground.
’Master, it’s not that Mumu isn’t trying, but the enemy is too bizarre! You’ll forgive me for sure!’
By the time it burrowed to the edge of the Crystal Forest, its slow-witted wooden head finally worked through a key problem.
’It’s a sculpted image of one of the Six Great Orders. Even if everything in all the worlds underwent Demonization, it shouldn’t be the turn of an Image of Order!’
Then there was only one other possibility.
’Holy shit! Comir’s alive!?’
Mumu had never spoken the human tongue so fluently.
’Calm down! I have to calm down! What should I do? Right, right, I have to find a way to notify Master!’
And how would it contact him? By phone, of course!
It had a "senior phone" that could only make calls and had no entertainment functions. It was a freebie Qin Xiaoxia had gotten for topping up his phone credit, and Mumu had pestered him relentlessly until he gave it to it and activated a number.
Previously, while guarding the Crystal Forest, it had also received instructions from Doudou through this phone.
It quietly returned to the wall outside the empty hall.
It retrieved the phone from within its layers of protective Thorns. A thick Big Thorn pressed itself against the wall like a spy, using one vine to keep an eye on the motionless Statue of Comir on the floor while fumbling several times as it tried to dial the international number.
...
「In a hospital room on the other side of the ocean.」
Qin Xiaoxia was sensing the changes in his own Magic Power.
Doudou and Su Su sat quietly to the side, not daring to make a sound.
’After glimpsing the true face of the world, it would be outrageous if I didn’t get some kind of reward for all my hard work.’
Sure enough, not only had his exchange of information and his connection with the world and his environment become much closer, but the quality and transformative nature of his Magic Power had also undergone a fundamental change.
His Magic Power became more active, and he could feel its quality improving. Every bit of it could now unleash more strength than before.
As for the expected physical enhancement, because Qin Xiaoxia was more focused on the improvement of his soul and Magic Power, it was simply overlooked.
"Pick up the phone~ Pick up the phone~~"
A ringing tone interrupted Qin Xiaoxia’s perception. He glanced at the caller ID. It was Mumu.
"Kemando! The Statue of Comir is... is a-f-fire-live!"
In its panic, Mumu was spitting out garbled syllables.
’What is it saying?’ Three question marks might as well have appeared over Qin Xiaoxia’s head; he couldn’t make sense of the situation.
"On fire? That’s impossible!"
On the other end of the line, Mumu was so anxious its branches and leaves were flailing wildly.
"Ilova~"
The moment the word from the Magic Language was spoken, both Qin Xiaoxia and Doudou froze.
’It’s gained life?’
PS: Second Chapter of the day.
The third Chapter will be after twelve, the bonus Chapter will be even later!