Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 343 Traitor
The emergence of new tools will not only make work more efficient, but will also eliminate more people.

Just like right now, Hapisa II is clearly the one who has been eliminated. Even though he has the strength of ten people, in terms of efficiency, he is far inferior to those wooden figures. Moreover, compared to the wooden figures, Hapisa II has a major disadvantage, which is that he also needs to pay costs.

After a long day's work, even if Habisa II was of the highest moral character, he would at least have to eat a few bites of bread and drink some water. But those two wooden figures, let alone bread, didn't even need to eat a bite of bran. Once they were done, they only needed to be placed in the ground, and these wooden figures would draw nutrients from the earth on their own.

This is undoubtedly a perverse act, drawing energy from the earth to replenish oneself instead of letting everything return to the earth. This not only violates the doctrines of the Earth Church but also goes against the will of the earth itself.

However, this is also what Habisa II found most incomprehensible.

The earth itself did not react to this.

Having once received power, Hapisa II could clearly feel the will of the earth. It was in accordance with the will of the earth that he did not hesitate to wage war against the evil tree stump. The earth detests all the parasites that steal from it and will mercilessly crush all those who extract energy from it.

But, now...

The earth did not react to this, as if it had tacitly agreed that the two wooden figures could take root at will.

"This……"

Habisa II took a deep breath.

The situation seems to have become more serious.

Even the earth, even the earth beneath his feet, began to allow the existence of that evil wooden stake... No, it was clearly the earth beneath his feet that had been blinded by that evil wooden stake. For the future of the planet, for the land on which people depend for survival, he had to free the earth beneath his feet from the bewitching influence of that evil wooden stake!

"Right, that is it!"

An unprecedented sense of mission permeated Habisa II's entire being, filling him with immense power.

However, even if they had the power, they couldn't use much of it right now.

Trying to defeat the evil stake by replicating its path is ultimately futile, because after traversing this deceptive path, the World Tree conveniently blocked the way forward—now, even if it wanted to provide services to these people, it's too late; the evil stake's first-mover advantage is simply too great.

"What other options are there?"

Habisa II pondered for three days and three nights but couldn't come up with any seemingly usable ideas.

After all, his opponent didn't give him any chance at all.

It was at this moment that Habisa II realized why his opponent, that evil stake, had been so generous in letting him leave without even carrying out the necessary reckoning—simply because he no longer needed to be reckoned with. His opponent had never taken him seriously and even thought that even if he ran away, he wouldn't be able to cause any trouble.

Under such systematic and large-scale control, even if he had great abilities, what could he do alone?
"So... I need help."

Thinking this, Habisa II raised his head and looked up at the starry sky.

To save the earth, he needed to seek help from the stars, which was rather ironic. But right now, apart from the unknown forces in the stars, he really couldn't find any other way to break the deadlock.

This time, he might really have to make a decision that goes against his ancestors' wishes.

"I'm doing this for your own good."

With this thought in mind, Hapisa II began to pray to the stars. Whom did he pray to? He didn't know. What would be the consequences? He was also unsure. At this moment, Hapisa II was more like playing the lottery, taking a chance—of course, not entirely taking a chance; he was willing to prove his worth and was willing to give everything for the land beneath his feet.

Such prayers, of course, will not be answered immediately.

But Habisa II persisted.

There was no response for a day, no response for two days, no response for three days, five days, ten days, or even a hundred days, until a year had passed, when Habisa II finally got what he wanted.

It was an unfamiliar consciousness, revealing no information, simply asking what Habisa II was willing to give.

"My life."

Habisa II used his only bargaining chip at the moment.

"If you are willing to help me, I am willing to give you everything I have."

What would I need this for?

The hidden consciousness disregarded Habisa II's offer.

"You've given your life, it seems you have nothing left... but you're not truly without anything, don't you still have a future?"

Immediately afterwards, the hidden consciousness offered its terms.

The being above the stars is willing to help Habisa II regain control of the planet, but on the condition that Habisa II is willing to sign a contract with his soul, promising to give up everything on the planet after gaining control, including but not limited to the population, resources, treasures, and all sorts of things.

This is far worse than a contract of servitude. Habisa II refused to sign such a thing under any circumstances. After all, if he really did such a thing, how would he be any different from that evil tree stump?
But the hidden consciousness was too lazy to bargain with Habisa II. After confirming that Habisa II would not sign the contract, the hidden consciousness never appeared again.

After praying for a whole year, this was the only result he received, which was naturally unacceptable to Habisa II.

So he continued to pray.

If one doesn't work, try another. If you try enough times, you'll eventually find one with less demanding conditions.

Fortunately, after his first experience communicating with others, Habisa II became more skilled at praying—or perhaps he prayed so many times that all the beings in the starry sky saw him.

In any case, from the very first time, more and more unknown consciousnesses approached Hapisa II.

Some agreed to lend troops, but demanded that the soldiers be allowed to plunder for three years after the success; others were willing to provide assistance, but would have to accept command from the stars afterwards... Many more, like the first time, would come up and say that he had nothing left, and then ask him to hand over everything he might get.

"As expected, the sea of ​​stars is filled with a group of..."

The more they talked, the more Habisa II felt that his previous feelings were correct: there was no benevolent being in the Star Sea.

Fortunately, after countless communications, Hapisa II actually found a suitable helper.

(End of this chapter)