I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 684 The 'Exchange Meeting' of the Extraordinary World

"Were you rescued by the Russians?"

"The English team was quite lucky—"

In the large conference room of the High School of Spellcasting, circles of extraordinary figures from the world sat, conversing in hushed tones while commenting on the performance of each team.

The Tokugawa family's patriarch, Takagi Miwa, who inherited Miyamoto Musashi's swordsmanship and whose arms are both mechanical; Toyota Izumi, the second-generation head of the Honda family and a major capitalist; and Nogi, the temporary chairman of the Kengan Association. In addition to these extraordinary forces in Tokyo, many skilled fighters from various countries have also come.

Most of those present are at least at the Tiger level, and many have even reached the threshold of the Tiger Peak. Apart from the very top few, they are the backbone of humanity's extraordinary strength.

In fact, Nozomi Tenma, Kazuka Iori, and Kyo Kusanagi all came to watch the match; even the very busy director Takeya made time to attend.

That's right, it's a clone.

After becoming a 'god', Director Zhuya can use her divine power to create clones, thus enabling her to multitask.
He can handle the work of several people at the same time, and even send a clone to observe the battle, earning the respect of those in the know! He's truly an extraordinary, ultimate workhorse of the modern era... cough cough cough, a model worker.

Hmph, if only the timing weren't too bad;

We at Yingjili will definitely show you what true power is!

The English representative wore a stern face, but was inwardly resentful; however, looking up at the lifelike 3D screen in the center of the conference room, the representative had to admit that if the Russians hadn't suddenly attacked, England's 'trump card' might have been exposed.

"This 'exchange meeting' is not adversarial in nature; what we should do is work together to overcome the difficulties."

The old man, Tokugawa Mitsunari, raised his voice, and was immediately met with a chorus of agreement.

The old man's granddaughter's boyfriend is a "God of Exorcism," and his family lives on thousands of "Poison Islands" and "Light." He's the only one without ambition; otherwise, he could easily reopen the Tokugawa Shogunate and challenge the Imperial Family. Although he's arguably the weakest in terms of strength, he holds the highest "status."

Even Pegasus Hope had to give him face.

As he said this, the old man's gaze never left the center of the conference room.

How could the old man not be nervous when his beloved granddaughter also went to the 'demiplane' to try to break through to the wolf level?

That's right, Tokugawa Shizuka is actually only a wolf-level character: she was only able to participate in a few major battles by relying on the power borrowed from 'light'; once she didn't have 'eight thousand spears', even flying was slow.

So Tokugawa Shizuya also entered the demiplane and accompanied Busujima 10087: this 'Bukujima' was the first among thousands of clones to show 'self', and Hikaru wanted his sisters to become independent as soon as possible.

At the very front of the conference room stood a young woman exuding an aloof and unattainable air, holding a mirror:
The light reflected from the mirrors created various scenes in the conference room, which was also the reason why everyone knew about the situation of many students.

One leaf on the shore,
What she held in her hand was, of course, someone's mirror.

As for why this mirror looks so similar to the one that sealed the 'giant serpent', everyone automatically ignored it.

Knowing too much can actually make you less happy.

"This demiplane doesn't seem like anything special."

With her hands behind her head, leaning back in her chair, and legs spread wide, Iori Kazuka glanced disdainfully at the 'battlefield'.

There wasn't even a tiger-level monster. For these 'elite students,' as long as they weren't surrounded and attacked—like those unlucky guys in England—there wouldn't be any difficulties at all.

"Yi Hua, you yourself have experienced a demiplane once, how can you say such things?"

Pegasus sighed in despair.

"The King of Fighters world was initially just a 'normal' fighting game world."

As the battle raged on, the Three Sacred Treasures and the Eight Heroes made their appearances—Orochi even stormed into the main world, his divine power surging with every move, nearly obliterating the planet.

"This demiplane, which looks like medieval Europe, is definitely not simple."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Because of the fall of King Leoric, the capital city of Tristram has fallen into great chaos."

The female archer, leading a group of four including Yuuto, Saki, Ryuji, and Yukino, leaps nimbly through the mountains and forests while recounting the recent events that have occurred.

"Prince Aidan, who rushed back, ventured deep into the Horadrim Cathedral to investigate the truth. The result—"

The result was that countless demons poured out of the cathedral and destroyed the capital.

As for Prince Aidan?
Most likely, it's gone.
Most of the kingdom's inhabitants perished in the capital, and the remaining refugees fled to monasteries in the east, hoping to reach the neighboring kingdom of Ru Gholein from there. However:
"The monastery has also fallen, and many of our sisters have succumbed to the demon king 'Andariel,' cutting off the road to the east."

The capital was massacred, the monastery fell, and two of the three major armed forces of the Kingdom of Canduras were destroyed.

The current situation can be described as extremely dire.

"What about other directions?"

Saki couldn't help but ask, feeling a deep connection to the 'extraordinary disasters' that had befallen this world, and she even forgot to be careful about hiding her identity.

"The north is the vast Savor Plain,"

"It would take an ordinary person six months to cross the vast wasteland and reach the barbarian homeland: the Arreat Mountains. But—"

Barbarians welcome people from other nations with axes and strong liquor:

Only those who can withstand both of these can be their friends.

And the Arreat Mountains, known as the 'Spine of the World,' are fraught with snow and wind year-round, and ordinary people would die even faster if they went there.

"To the west lies Westmarch, the 'City of the Holy Church.' King Leoric, who went mad recently, ordered his army to attack the city, resulting in heavy losses and bringing relations between the two sides to a freezing point."

In this situation, even if the other party is a nation composed of 'paladins', whether they will come to the rescue out of consideration for 'humanity', and when they will arrive, are all questions.

As for the South…

Flavi, the female archer, turned her head and glanced south, her eyes filled with reluctance and sorrow.

“Our capital, Tristram, is right there.” Ah, this—

"I'm so sorry,"

Faced with Saki's apologetic words, the female archer with the high ponytail shook her head slightly.

"The fact that you all stepped forward to help us at this time is undoubtedly a sign of justice."

"Knowing the situation is an adventurer's prudence, and there's no need to apologize for it."

As she spoke, the female archer leaped onto the boulder in front of her and stopped.

"The four of you have arrived."

The four brave men followed closely behind, leaping onto the several-meter-high boulder and looking up:

"Isn't this already considered a city?"

Saki muttered to herself,
Rogue Encampment

When I heard this word,
They thought it was just a small place with a few tents and a handful of buildings.

However, what appeared before them was a towering mountain over a thousand meters high, and at its foot a huge town stretching for miles.

Unlike Mount Fuji, this mountain is not gentle; instead, it rises straight up into the clouds, with wisps of clouds surrounding its summit, instantly conjuring up the concept of 'unreachable' in one's mind.

Because of the mountain's height, the peaks are covered in snow, blending seamlessly with the clouds and mist.

On this majestic mountain, melting snow converges into a river, rushing down to form a turbulent current; it surges past a huge town, forming a natural military fortress.

Logs several meters in diameter were driven into the ground side by side, forming a long wall tens of meters high, rugged and sturdy!
Despite the overcast sky, a golden light flashed across the wooden city wall, clearly indicating that it was imbued with some kind of magical power.

On the city walls, wide enough for carriages to ride side by side, archers and spearmen patrolled, their imposing presence alone revealing them to be extraordinary individuals! Every so often, a giant ballista, five or six meters long, was placed there, and just by looking at the huge crossbow bolts gleaming in the cold light, one could tell that these were no mere ornaments.

It's the 'heavy artillery' of the extraordinary world!
"This camp."

It's huge!

"There's nothing we can do about it,"

The female archer leading the way explained as she walked.

"With nowhere else to escape, most of the remaining people in the entire Kingdom of Kanduras have gathered here. Although it's just a temporary camp, it still houses hundreds of thousands of people."

A few tents are definitely not enough: although this demiplane has extraordinary power, it does not seem to have developed skills such as 'supernatural architecture'; nor does it have dozens of stories high buildings for refugees to live in, so they can only spread out to form densely packed low tents and wooden houses.

"Flavy, who are they?"

As the group approached the 'camp,' a red-haired archer in red leather armor stood on the towering wooden wall and asked them a question from afar.

"Lord Kasha, the adventurers I encountered in the Blood Wasteland..."

"Prepare to take them to see Lord Akara."

"Alright alright."

The red-haired woman in red leather armor waved her hand, indicating that they could enter the city.

"Welcome, stranger! But—"

"To establish yourself here, it's not enough to just kill a few monsters in the wilderness."

The four people stepped onto a huge suspension bridge and entered the town. What they saw was:
Chaotic, dirty, and an eyesore.

Between the wooden houses, various tarpaulins and wooden strips were used to build small shelters from the wind; excrement of varying ages was scattered everywhere in the corners, and refugees with sallow complexions leaned against the roadside, looking like corpses if they didn't occasionally move.

The female archer who led the way was a common sight; she waved for the four of them to follow.

Wandering through a 'standard' medieval European refugee camp, the five soon arrived at a camp located in the center of town:

Silver Dome Convent!
This massive building, constructed of pure white stone, likely possesses some kind of 'barrier' effect, with its walls radiating a pure, milky-white soft light; the dome is coated with a layer of shimmering silver precious metal, its silvery-white radiance sacred and magnificent.

Compared to the surrounding tiny, chaotic, and crowded wooden houses, tents, streets, and pedestrians, it was like two completely different worlds.

This made the four of them frown even more subconsciously: after all, they were young people, and even though the extraordinary era was filled with gods and demons, they still couldn't help but have some pride, justice, and compassion in their hearts.

The church is so magnificent, yet the refugees outside are struggling to survive.

Those in power here are probably not good people either!
'A young outsider,'

As soon as they reached the entrance of the monastery, a gentle voice resonated in their hearts.

"You are all powerful adventurers, well aware that it's better to rely on yourself than others, and naturally you would despise things like 'faith.'"

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The voice continued to ring out as the four people instinctively stopped in their tracks.

"But for ordinary people, faith in despair is the driving force to keep living—if I could, all I need is a tent to shelter me from the wind; yet ordinary people need magnificent buildings to strengthen and sustain their faith, even if it's just an illusion."

After he finished speaking, the gentle voice rang out again.

'Come in.'

As the four entered the monastery, what they saw was quite different from its outward appearance: simple clothing, plain chairs, and:
A figure dressed in a simple nun's robe slowly turned around.

"Welcome, warriors from another world."

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(End of this chapter)