Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 420: Chapter 219: World’s End, the Farming Bear

Fran knew he was dreaming.

Perhaps it was the fury from almost being killed that triggered the ancestral memories in his bloodline once again.

His ancestor was planting trees.

The life of this Earth Bear had no other pursuits, only hoping to use his meager strength to stabilize the cracks in the land.

The elements where he was were exceedingly chaotic, and in this short time alone, the Earth Bear had already endured countless attacks.

If not for his high physical defense, he would have been riddled with holes long ago.

But the bear showed no hesitation, mechanically digging holes and planting saplings.

Fran couldn’t help but smile; the bear knew that saplings grew more easily than seeds.

Behind the Earth Bear, the sky-reaching redwoods were already towering high.

He had been working in this place for tens of thousands of years.

Fran recognized the kind of redwood the Earth Bear had chosen.

They grow extremely fast and tall, but their roots don’t go deep; instead, they extend long and densely to the sides.

The height it could grow to matched how far its roots could spread out.

And this web of redwood roots was enough to keep the fractured earth from further breaking apart.

The Earth Bear suddenly stopped working, looked up, roared, and started running fiercely.

He charged towards the high mountain and blocked a young bear cub rushing towards him from the highest point.

Roaring angrily, he told it to get lost.

A bear at the Legendary Level had no right to be here.

Fran did not watch him scold the cub; he was shocked as he looked behind him.

Outside the endless redwood forest, dozens of Earth Bears at or above the demigod level were working hard.

The Earth Bear kicked the cub down the mountain with one swipe.

Amid the rhythmic rumbling of the little bear, he laughed heartily, ”Come back when you’re a demigod, little cub.”

However, Fran felt that the Earth Bear was not just speaking to the cub.

He was also addressing Fran, who was watching.

Fran was not yet qualified to go there, but he could start preparing now.

Then Fran woke up.

Sitting up and pondering his dream, Fran understood why he was the target of the dwarves’ hatred.

Grinding his teeth, he started thinking about how to get revenge on these dwarves.

The panic from almost being killed had entirely dissipated.

All that was left was a deep-seated fury.

The dwarves wanted to kill him for one reason only, the Earth Bear bloodline.

All that talk about him being a Nature Warlock was nonsense.

With so many Moon Elf Druids around, even if they were not very useful, they were still assisting in the Earth’s recovery.

After all, their daily tasks were planting flowers, grasses, and big trees.

Fran suspected the dwarves had long known about the Earth Bears repairing the land at the World’s End.

In that place, no one but the children of the Earth could survive, including the deities.

If Fran, with the Earth Bear bloodline, was strong enough, he should also be able to go there.

Relying solely on the natural growth of trees, it might take tens of thousands of years to block that crack with the redwoods.

But with Fran’s Nature’s Blessing, it might be possible to complete it in a few hundred years.

Fran turned over his seed pouch, starting his search.

The pouch contained over ten thousand redwood seeds.

Looking up at the pendant, Fran realized he needed to find a place to move out all the flowers, grasses, and trees inside and start growing the saplings.

But this place was not big enough!

If only he had a half-plane.

Then Fran threw aside the seed pouch. No, this kind of revenge was too slow.

He needed to find a way to get immediate revenge.

He would definitely plant the redwoods, but that wasn’t an instant solution; he couldn’t wait that long.

It was already painful for him to not exact revenge overnight.

Then he picked up the seed pouch again.

What was most important to the dwarves?

Of course, it was forging and mining.

First, Fran pulled out some saltwort seeds but quickly dismissed them.

Though saltwort could also absorb and decompose metals, its effects were too beneficial.

He wanted to cause trouble for the dwarves, not provide them with food and oil.

Finally, he found emerald butterfly seeds.

These were just right.

They grew quickly and could cover an entire mine in no time.

If Fran could cultivate a few high-level magic plants, unless the Legendary dwarves learned from William to mine, they could kiss their mines goodbye!

And these plants brought no benefits to the dwarves.

Of course, if the dwarves enjoyed watching the blue flowers fluttering all day, they could take it as Fran’s gift of a lovely view.

Fran cheerfully counted the seeds; there were too few, so he needed to plant several batches in the pendant first.

After all, what he needed were seeds, so several cycles of cultivation would do.

For Fran, it was all in a day’s work and wouldn’t delay him from using his spiritual power to observe that half-plane residue outside.

Fran had just extended his spiritual power when he discovered Fran’s Magic Tower.

His grandfather’s Magic Tower’s defensive shield was enormous, enclosing the area filled with toxic mist within it.

The spherical protective shield even covered several dozen meters below the ground.

Fran smiled softly; it felt good to be protected.

It was no wonder he felt fewer spiritual power scans.

Many dared to act so recklessly because they thought Fran’s time as a Legendary Mage was too short.

Even Fran, they feared more for his strong attack power than believing they were weaker than him.

Alchemy Master’s power had always been strange, rarely anyone could match it.

But in other aspects, especially the mental sea that expanded with age, no one thought Fran was stronger.

Even though Alchemist Masters typically had higher spiritual power than mages of the same level.

After all, the Legendary Mages here were over ten thousand years old.

They believed Fran couldn’t detect their observations, so they dared to be so brazen.

But Fran’s mental sea, blessed by Silvermoon, made him extremely sensitive to all mental attacks.

Spiritual power scanning, in essence, was an expression of hostility.

At least in Fran’s judgment, it was hostility.

Even Fran could sense these spiritual powers.

They underestimated the spiritual power of an Alchemist Master.

Fran sometimes thought that some people had lived too long, so their thinking had stagnated.

Fran could control so many elemental spells simultaneously, which clearly demonstrated how powerful his spiritual power was.

Demi-God Artifacts were handy, but not everyone could use them.

So Fran directly isolated the area nearby.

Fran gently touched the isolation array with his spiritual power.

Then he quietly jumped out of the pendant.

Just because he hadn’t traveled through the earth before didn’t mean he couldn’t.

The earth felt like home to him, and even the hardest stones would silently make a path for him when he appeared.

Fran maneuvered slowly underground, making his way directly to the entrance of Fran’s Magic Tower. The tower’s door was already open, waiting for him.

He quickly jumped out of the ground and rushed into the Magic Tower.

The door closed immediately behind him.

Upon entering, Fran saw Fran’s relieved expression, which quickly disappeared.

”As long as you’re okay.” Fran gently patted Fran’s head, ”Be more careful from now on.”

”Don’t worry, not a hair is out of place,” Fran reassured his grandfather, ”I jumped into the pendant before anything happened. The Natural Consciousness gave me a warning.”

”I figured that out later as well.” Fran sighed, ”But they probably didn’t know that even in its slumber, the Natural Consciousness left a trace of awareness on you. Otherwise, they wouldn’t try to assassinate you this way.”

”They can only sneak attack, too scared to act when my mana is abundant. That Divine Artifact must have some limitations.” Fran followed Fran, sitting on a floating disk ascending to the top floor study.

”Dwarves seem confident, not thinking they’ll lose completely to the Undead Tribe.” Fran said with some concern, ”I’m worried if His Majesty the King can’t hold on and the Undead Tribe leaves completely, you’ll be in more danger.”

”The Undead Tribe isn’t afraid of death,” Fran said nonchalantly, ”And even if the Undead Tribe here falters, the God of Time and Space will find others from different worlds. Someone will always be willing to visit other worlds; it’s just starting all over again.”

Fran thought for a moment and nodded, ”If it’s just about spending some time and effort to see the scenery of another world and participate in major events, I would also be willing to go.

But do they have enough Divine Power?”

”That’s not just a matter for the God of Time and Space alone,” Fran smiled, ”If three deities’ Divine Power isn’t enough, they will invite other deities.

The Dwarven God System can lose, but the human deities have no room to retreat.”

Fran nodded; it seemed Fran understood the deities’ matters better than he did.

He leaned back on the sofa, frowning, ”Not a single member from the Mage Association helped when you were in trouble, and they call themselves mages?”

Fran didn’t care, ”Don’t take it out on them because of me, grandfather. No one is obligated to help someone they have no ties with.”

”If you hadn’t helped fight demons and they ignored you, I wouldn’t mind. But you helped them, and they still pretended you didn’t exist.

I know they look down on anyone who isn’t a mage. But to completely ignore you after you’d just helped them, they’ve even forgotten the most basic mage law.

Don’t owe anyone favors.

My mentor always drilled this principle into me.

But look, these Legendary Mages don’t care about it at all.

Does becoming Legendary mean you can ignore it?

The world will have surprises for them.”

Fran looked out the window; it seemed some of the Legendary Mages had noticed Fran’s return to the Magic Tower and had left the area.

”They think as a Nature Warlock, it’s my duty to deal with demons, not that I came to help them.”

Fran understood this mindset.

But while Fran was indifferent, he always believed in reciprocity and equivalent exchange, so he couldn’t understand how the Legendary Mages could be so shameless.