Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 342 My Pope Son
"Am I the Pope?"

When the crown was placed on its head, Seed of Creation still felt a sense of disorientation.

It was too easy. Everything came too easily. He originally thought that to get all this, he would need an earth-shattering battle, or even a massive, deadly fight. But now it seems that he did nothing, just built bridges, roads, and houses, and got everything that he could not have obtained by fighting.

"why?"

The Seed of Creation still couldn't quite understand; its head, made of woody fibers, was still unable to process any complex thoughts.

But that's okay.

Unlike the previous pope, it has a father.

"What exactly is going on?"

The Seed of Creation inquired of its father.

"I don't know."

"Because there are many things that you can't get by fighting...that's why I've always said that I don't actually like fighting and killing."

A small snake with black and gold patterns on the wooden figure's shoulder sighed.

"Just like those four evil gods from the Star Sea before, if they hadn't come looking for trouble, but instead asked to have a meal with me, that fight wouldn't have happened."

"Yes."

The Seed of Creation nodded repeatedly, believing that its benevolent father would not attack the Star Gods.

Of course, if it were attacked first, it would be like what happened later; its powerful father would not give those star gods a second chance to raise their hands.

Following this line of thought, those Star Gods actually do have a chance. After all, it was a witness to everything that happened back then. Although its consciousness was still somewhat hazy at that time, it still remembers that its father had always been friendly to those Star Gods.

In other words, as long as you're willing to come over for a meal, we can talk about anything.

If those celestial deities weren't so irritable as to want to conquer everything, but were instead willing to engage in serious negotiations—that is, not through fighting, but through methods other than fighting—then...

Perhaps this planet will indeed head in a different direction.

"I think I understand."

The Seed of Creation nodded slowly.

"Looking at it this way, what I've been doing for the past seven years is something similar: using things other than fighting to get what you can't get by fighting alone."

"You really understand now."

Du Yi, who had transformed into a small snake, nodded with satisfaction on the shoulder of the Seed of Creation.

Du Yi was initially a little unaccustomed to this nanny-style childcare. After all, he was used to being free and independent, and it was indeed a bit absurd to suddenly have to take care of a child without even being married.

However, as teaching continued, Du Yi gradually discovered that there seemed to be something unexpected about raising children.

Simply because the Seed of Creation can understand his words.

Whether it was because the Seed of Creation was inherently eager to learn or because there was some real bloodline bond between them, Du Yi could clearly feel that the Seed of Creation could truly understand his meaning completely—of course, sometimes the Seed of Creation would not understand something, but this wooden figure would not persist in its mistakes.

It will quickly realize the lack of understanding and then continue to ask him questions until it truly understands his thoughts.

Such exchanges even gave Du Yi a long-lost sense of relaxation. After all, anyone would feel quite comfortable meeting someone who is willing to understand them. As these exchanges continued, Du Yi was increasingly able to understand what it felt like to raise a child.

The feeling is that when you see the other person, it's like seeing another version of yourself.

So, without realizing it, he really did raise this seed of creation as his own offspring.

“Father, I would like to hear more stories about the Ignis people.”

It was at this moment that the Seed of Creation spoke once again.

"Although I don't know what I should do as the Pope, I think I might be able to gain some inspiration from those ancient stories."

"Ignis, whose story would you like to hear?"

Du Yi thought for a moment.

"Is it the story of David Day? Or should we just say the story of Red Shadow?"

“Let’s start with David Day; I need to learn from negative examples as well.”

The Seed of Creation has always been open to knowledge, just as it has always been open to energy—the source of energy is not important, as long as it is energy. So-called nutrition must be consumed, and so must toxins, in order to be considered healthy.

While he continued his studies at the Seed of Creation, news about him also spread.

Although the Seed of Creation has not given itself a proper name until now, people have given this new pope a title for convenience. Since he has become the pope, it would be inappropriate to call him "Wanderer" anymore, so people simply took the character "wood" from it and called him "Original Wood One".

This title also fits the current architectural style, since almost everyone's house was built by this new pope.

There are no visible joints between the wooden planks used to build the houses; it's as if the trees themselves have been grown into the shape of the houses. It's a natural beauty, and the smooth wood grain is a feast for the eyes.

In a sense, even before he ascended the throne, Wood I had already branded the entire empire with his mark.

Furthermore, unlike his predecessor who was ambitious and eager for glory, the newly appointed Pope Wood I did not launch any wars, nor did he intend to purge anyone. Everything seemed unchanged, with constant renovations and reconstructions taking place everywhere. As for His Holiness the Pope himself, he lived a secluded life, supposedly studying the wisdom of the ancients.

People originally thought that their lives would undergo great changes with the change of popes, but for the time being, everything was as usual. The stable life made people admire Pope Wood I more and more, and for a time, the pope's reputation reached its peak.

This further enraged Habisa II, who had been planning to seek opportunities in the shadows.

"No, I shouldn't be angry. I should follow his path, I should surpass him on his path..."

Once again tearing off his own mask, Hapisa II continued to wield his scythe, this time helping a farmer weed, which he considered to be doing something similar to what the evil stake had done in the past.

"As long as I keep going, I'll definitely be just like that evil wooden stake..."

"Your efficiency is too low."

While Habisa II was still wielding his sickle, the farmer who had hired him had already carried over two wooden figures and placed them in the field.

"This is none of your business. You can leave now."

(End of this chapter)