Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 336 The Method of Creating Immortal Species
Before anyone knew it, five years had passed since Habisa II began his reign.

And that so-called "wooden walker" has been doing it for five years.

Over the course of five years, the name of the Wooden Walker had spread throughout the entire empire. Although at the beginning, this wooden man was regarded as a parasite on the planet and was even hated by everyone, people soon realized the benefits he brought.

As for now...

Throughout the vast empire, there was no place that didn't eagerly await the arrival of the Woodwalkers.

After all, the arrival of the Wood Walkers meant that the entire city would be transformed, with clean roads, completely renovated buildings, and even the various details of the homes would be modified to suit the needs of the city. Of course, the most important thing was that they didn't even need to give anything in return; they only needed to offer some meat, eggs, and vegetables as a token of their gratitude.

If even these are not available, then the Woodwalker would not refuse any flatbread or black bread, since these things make almost no difference to him.

Of course, in everyone's eyes, if they were only going to offer the Wood Walker some flatbread and black bread as a reward, they would rather get to the back of the line. In order to get the Wood Walker to their place as soon as possible, they would be willing to give him anything, not to mention meat, eggs and vegetables, even delicacies from land and sea.

However, the Wood Walker treats them all the same. Whether it's black bread or roasted peacock, there's no difference in the Wood Walker's eyes. This makes the cities that want to spend a lot of money to bring the Wood Walker over in advance scratch their heads in frustration.

And that is the biggest problem right now.

In this vast empire, woodwalkers are needed everywhere.

But there is only one Wood Walker.

"This……"

After much contemplation, those who were queuing up to wait for the Woodwalker to arrive actually managed to recall something.

That was a long time ago. Back then, the Wood Walkers weren't called Wood Walkers; they were called the World Tree. The World Tree back then wasn't as kind and approachable as it is now. Whether it was the monsters that roamed the land or the cruel Serpent Cult, they were all controlled by the roots of the World Tree.

The World Tree’s roots, though merely planted in the ground, spread to every corner of the empire, and even in the most remote places, one could see monsters controlled by its roots.

"so……"

After recalling these historical events, the idiot king came up with a terrible idea.

"How about we have the Wood Walker spread out the root system again?"

As soon as these words were spoken, no one uttered a sound.

No one dared to follow such a statement, since everyone knew that the current Pope, the great Hapisa II, cared a lot about this. It was precisely to prevent the World Tree from drawing power from the earth that the Pope ordered the World Tree to be uprooted—and now, they actually wanted to put the uprooted roots back in.

And if they were to actually push back, they themselves would probably lose sleep. Although peace has been maintained for some time now, if you count the days, it has only been five years in total.

Five years is not enough time for them to forget the fear that the World Tree once brought. The terror of those monsters with roots growing on their bodies was enough to stop a child from crying—if those roots really got into the ground, they probably wouldn't be able to sleep at all.

But if you don't put down roots...

If they didn't take root, they could only wait for the Wood Walker to come on his own, which would obviously be very difficult, since every day the Wood Walker was delayed meant one day less of good life for them. For a moment, everyone was caught in a dilemma.

"What do you mean by being conflicted! That's what a traitor does!"

Upon receiving this intelligence, Habisa II, lying on his sickbed, suddenly sat up.

Over the course of five years, Habisa II did not have a peaceful life. Although he had gained immense power, he was tormented every moment after obtaining it. He possessed unparalleled strength, yet he could not bring himself to attack his enemies. This feeling once exhausted Habisa II.

This new intelligence has enraged Habisa II even more.

In five years, he failed to stop the wooden stake even slightly. After five years of effort, the people even began to consider getting the World Tree to take root again—no matter how weak the idea was, and no matter how ridiculous it seemed to them.

But Habisa II could still sense that his will was wavering.

And then there was the betrayal.

He spent so much effort to gain power, to stop the World Tree, and to order it to be uprooted. Heaven knows how much suffering he endured to achieve this. And now, just for the sake of urban redevelopment, these rioters want to take back all the hard work he put in!
Yes, rioters.

These people who had once lent him strength and will now appeared to Habisa II as ungrateful rioters.

Why can't you understand? Can't you see my good intentions?

Seeing the Pope faint again, the yellow-robed bishops were heartbroken.

They were all close advisors to Hapissa II, having followed him through thick and thin even before he became pope. Therefore, they all knew what Hapissa II was currently worried about.

Now that the Pope has fallen, they naturally want to find ways to share his burdens.

To share the Pope's burdens, the first thing to do was naturally to gather intelligence. So they began to collect information about the Wooden Man once again. This was not too difficult, since the wooden man had never hidden any trace of himself in the past five years. In fact, he was followed wherever he went and was always in their sight.

Even the words spoken during conversations are entirely under the control of the yellow-robed cardinals.

"He seems to have remained unchanged, still obeying orders and doing his job, just like a real wooden golem... He even refused to re-establish himself, saying he didn't want the church to misunderstand?"

This statement is somewhat problematic, as it seems to be diverting public resentment towards the Earth Church. However, using just this one sentence to attack a wooden figure who can't even speak properly is still a bit lacking.

But at that very moment, a yellow-robed bishop saw a conversation.

It was some fool from Tahrir who, in his arrogance, suggested that since the wooden figures couldn't take root, perhaps they could try placing clones of the wooden figures in various cities.

This time, the wooden figure did not refuse.

Instead, they agreed immediately.

(End of this chapter)