Chapter 3

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Chen Kun wanted to light a cigarette and reflect on his slightly messed-up life.

Speaking of which, he should be considered a good person because he had lost his footing and fell off a building to save a little girl. Logically speaking, this was considered a good deed, right? But why had he been sent to hell?

At this moment, there was nothing but darkness. It was so quiet that Chen Kun could only hear his heart beating. Now he felt as if he was locked in a completely sealed space.

Chen Kun panicked. Could he have been sent to some level of hell to be punished?

“Is there anyone? I want to know what crime I committed! At least let me die in peace!”

There was still no response. In fact, he didn’t hear any echo. It was like throwing a stone into the sea. To be honest, this feeling was the worst. It was as if he had nothing to do with the world at this moment and was isolated from anything.

At that moment, Galadriel was pacing back and forth under the goddess statue. All she could think about was the future of the elves. Now that the Elven Goddess could not respond, they could only rely on themselves next. Although Galadriel already had the strength of a demigod, there was still an irreparable difference from a true god. She could not accurately guide the future of the elves like the Elven Goddess.

Therefore, she did not know what to do with this egg. This feeling of difficulty made every step she took seem abnormally complicated.

Suddenly, she stopped and looked out. An elf walked in quickly. Her face was anxious, and at the same time, her hands seemed to be holding something.

“Your Majesty, the last three Moonlight Grasses have withered!”

Elf Envoy Morwenna opened her hands. Three completely lifeless Moonlight Grasses appeared in her palms. Their withered and decaying appearance was like the erosion of the Abyss hundreds of years ago. Galadriel’s heart trembled at the sight.

She reached out and took the Moonlight Grass. Then she held it gently with both hands. A warm light lit up in her palms, but the Moonlight Grass, which had long since dried up, gave no response at all. Beside her, Morwenna knelt down.

“Please punish me, Your Majesty. If not…”

Galadriel raised a hand to interrupt her, her words comforting. “This has nothing to do with you. You’ve worked hard. If you hadn’t protected it with your heart, I’m afraid the Moonlight Grass would have gone extinct two years ago.”

“So you don’t have to take this to heart. But before you rest, I’ll have to trouble you to inform Undine. I’ll wait for her in the library.”

“Yes, I’ll inform the Enforcement Elder immediately.”

When Morwenna left, the worry on Galadriel’s face intensified.

Ever since the Ancient Elven Tree suffered irreversible damage, the plants in the Golden Forest had begun to die out at a very slow pace. Until now, including the Moonlight Grass, there were already 500 types of plants that went extinct in the Golden Forest.

Although a few of the previously extinct plants were medicinal herbs that the elves needed, they could all be found in the forest as substitutes. However, the Moonlight Grass was different from the previous extinct plants. Its status should be the most important plant in the Golden Forest other than the Ancient Elven Tree.

As the name suggested, the Moonlight Grass could condense Moon Dew by absorbing moonlight energy. This special condensation was no different from ordinary water to other species, but if elves consumed it, it could increase their magic power for a short period of time. This was also why the elves were unprecedentedly powerful before the erosion of the Abyss.

Although the speed of reproduction could not compare to other races, at that time, there were hundreds of Great Magisters of the elves. They also had 70% of the Saint Magisters in the world, close to 50 people!

Therefore, the Moonlight Grass was also a “cheat” for the elves’ cultivation. However, with the appearance of the Abyss, the number of elves’ experts suffered a devastating blow. Coupled with the damage to the Ancient Elven Tree, the elves fell into a state of collapse from then on.

For example, now, there were less than a hundred elves who could reach the Great Magister level in the entire elves. There were less than ten Saint Magisters left. Only five of them had survived the last Abyssal Battle.

As Galadriel had said, they had made a lot of effort to protect the Moonlight Grass and other plants during this period, but it was as if they had been cursed by the forbidden magic, the Black Death Curse. The elves could not stop the gradual extinction of plants. Even Galadriel, who held some of the authority of the gods, could not replace the role of the Ancient Elven Tree in the Golden Forest.

These scenes seemed to portend the future of the elves. Perhaps when the last plant in the Golden Forest completely withered, the elves would also welcome their end.

“We can’t delay. At this rate, the Golden Forest will wither one day.”

The most important barrier for the elves now was the Golden Forest Tree which had been nurtured for a thousand years. If it was also affected, the consequences…

Placing the three withered Moonlight Grasses casually beside the egg, Galadriel turned and walked out of the hall, but she did not notice that the moment she left, the quiet egg suddenly trembled. A circle of very ancient runes appeared on its surface.

At this moment, Chen Kun, who was in the egg, was already on the verge of collapse. The endless darkness and the feeling of having no limbs made him feel powerless for the first time.

In this godforsaken place, there was no concept of time, let alone space. He felt like he was in the air or lying on the ground. The unreal feeling made him feel like he was dreaming, but after biting his tongue, he realized that it really hurt!

“I don’t believe it. How can a living person suffocate to death?”

Chen Kun made up his mind. He ignored everything and controlled the only body he could feel to twist crazily.

“One, two, one, two, one…”

After counting countless times, Chen Kun stopped, breathing heavily. He had reached the limit of his stamina now. Although he had tried his best, the commotion just now did not seem to be of any use. Other than being more tired, he did not feel anything else.

For some reason, despite being an active person in his previous life, irresistible sleepiness swept through his body only after such a short while.

“Could it be that my stamina will decrease after death? Forget it, I’ll sleep for a while…”

In the blink of an eye, Chen Kun fell asleep.

At this moment, the runes on the surface of the egg that had been placed in the Goddess Hall slowly dissipated. Then the entire egg emitted a gentle light. After a moment, the light dimmed and then lit up again. It felt like human breathing.