Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 337 The Great Wood Walker

At first, people were instinctively wary of those wooden doppelgangers.

On one hand, it was naturally due to the propaganda of the Earth Church, and on the other hand, it was because of the Wood Walker in front of them. After all, he was the World Tree before. Letting the World Tree send its clones to various cities was not much different from letting the World Tree take root again.

But soon, people's impression of these wooden figures completely changed.

Because they saw efficiency.

As houses rise one after another, as old houses are renovated on their original sites, as roads naturally become smooth, and as life becomes more and more convenient, even the most steadfast people eventually fall silent when they enjoy these conveniences.

That was the ultimate efficiency, an efficiency that human beings could never achieve. This earth-shattering speed of transformation was terrifying—perhaps only one person in the world could do something similar, and that was their Pope.

But there is only one Pope, and His Majesty the Great Pope is unwilling to condescend to do such a thing.

The Wood Walkers are different. Now every city has its own Wood Walker, and unlike His Holiness the Pope, the Wood Walkers are genuinely willing to do things for everyone.

From urban renovation and remodeling to the repair of old houses, furniture refurbishment, and even children's broken wooden toys...

Even something as simple as delivering a message can be done by asking the Wood Walker for help.

It was discovered by chance by a man on the outskirts of the empire. The soldier stationed on the outskirts of Mount Kemennu, after receiving a letter from his wife about to give birth, wanted to send some money back with the letter, but the journey was long and would take a lot of time.

So, heaven knows what this soldier was thinking, he actually went to the nearby wooden figure and asked if it could help him do it.

To the soldier's surprise, the wooden figure actually nodded in agreement.

At first, the wooden figure only agreed to deliver a message, which was already beyond the soldiers' expectations. It took less than a day for the wooden figure to deliver the message to Tahrir, thousands of miles away.

The most time-consuming part was actually the time it took for the wooden man to send someone to the soldier's house to deliver the message. As for the wooden man himself, the transmission of the message was almost completely uninterrupted.

The fact that this was achieved has already shocked many people. For the first time, they realized that these wooden figures could bring other benefits besides helping with the renovation and transformation of the city.

But after that, the wooden man even agreed to help deliver the money.

Of course, in practice, the soldier's money was never actually sent over. The whole process was more like the soldier lending money to the wooden man in Kemnu, and then the wooden man returning the money to the soldier's family in Tahrir. The soldier's money remained in Kemnu, while the money in Tahrir was borrowed on the spot by the wooden man.

However, there were many discerning people in Tahrir. Almost the instant the wooden man asked to borrow money, a merchant squeezed out of the crowd, waving his money bag, indicating that he was willing to lend all the money he had to the wooden man.

"There's no rush to pay back the money. As long as I can get the money from other woodwalkers, that's fine."

Upon hearing this, many people realized what was going on and handed over their money to the Wood Walker without even mentioning a repayment date.

This left the wooden figure stunned for a moment.

"How is this going?"

Sensing the scene before the wooden doll in the distance, the Seed of Creation, trekking through the wilderness, was utterly perplexed.

So it chose to ask its father.

After traveling through the human world for several years, it has come to understand that the money these humans talk about is an extremely valuable thing to them. Those metal coins can be taken to various merchants and exchanged for all kinds of resources.

When the indigenous people gave him money, it was essentially the same as giving him all their resources.

"It's only been one day, and I've already obtained more resources than I did in a year of plundering... Why is this?"

"You're overthinking it. Those aren't yours; you're just temporarily holding them for them," the little snake on the wooden figure's shoulder said.

"If you really squander this money, they will still fight you to the death."

"Is it just temporary storage...?"

The Seed of Creation nodded slowly.

For it, being an immortal being, the concept of "temporary" is actually very broad. A minute or a second can be considered temporary, as can a year or two, or even ten or eight years, a hundred or two hundred years.

But looking at the overly excited expressions of those natives, he always felt that there seemed to be another explanation behind it.

However, it clearly doesn't understand the intricacies of the matter yet, so it has temporarily put its thoughts on it aside. After all, it has more important things to do right now, and this little thing is nothing.

The more important thing, of course, is to heal the wounds of the earth itself.

The four evil gods who once came to this land ultimately brought considerable influence, and the demons who followed their orders to this land caused irreversible damage to the land—of course, this so-called irreversibility only means that it cannot be repaired by time.

But if the Seed of Creation were to do this, it would be different.

It was originally created by the God of Destruction, a biological weapon of planetary scale. At present, it is only used to repair some of the damage caused by the demon army, which can even be said to be a waste of its potential.

As the Seed of Creation waved its hand, the cracks on the earth that still bore the aura of the evil god were gradually repaired.

"How long will this continue?"

After thinking for a moment, the Seed of Creation still asked a question.

"One year, or two years?"

"Keep doing it."

The little snake began to speak.

"Don't rush, we have plenty of time."

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Two years later, the wooden walker was still traveling, and people in various cities and even villages were enjoying the convenience brought by the wooden man.

It was an unprecedented spectacle, a golden age far beyond people's imagination, and all this prosperity came from the Earth Church—so they all remembered the goodness of the Earth Church and thanked the earth beneath their feet for everything it had given them.

In particular, they were grateful to the earth for bestowing upon them these great woodwalkers.

As for His Holiness the Pope who founded the Church of the Earth...

At this time, His Holiness the Pope was already terminally ill.

(End of this chapter)