Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 355 The Battle of the Firstborn
Although the tribesmen said they wanted to test the wooden figure's abilities, young Songbo knew that they meant they wanted him to find an opportunity to fight it.

Returning to his hometown after a long absence, he discovered that the snake god he once worshipped had a son, a wooden figure who clearly had no blood relation to snakes, and was even enjoying treatment that the Ignivas people had never experienced before.

Although in the ancient myths of the Ignivas, they once climbed onto the back of the serpent god to escape the world-ending flood, it is clear that no matter what the Ignivas did, the serpent god could not possibly transform into a small snake and stand on their shoulders as it does now.

Such an honor, given to a wooden figure, is undoubtedly unacceptable to all the people of Ignivas.

So they decided to teach this wooden figure a lesson.

Of course, they also knew their limits. Directly opposing the snake god was definitely not an option, nor was it acceptable to attack in front of the snake god. That's why they chose the most clever singing bowl to handle this matter, as they all believed that the singing bowl knew its limits.

However, even when trying to test its quality, the singing bowls did not find a suitable opportunity.

Simply because the little snake had been coiled on the wooden figure's shoulder.

It ate while coiled up, and it slept while coiled up; the great serpent god seemed to be welded to the wooden figure's shoulder, never leaving for even a moment.

As a member of the younger generation, Singing Bowl himself was fine, but it was obvious that the anger of the older generation of Ignivas was about to burn him to ashes through the connection of consciousness.

"We must take down this wooden figure!"

The elders of the clan all gave strict orders.

Having said all that, Songbo could only continue looking for an opportunity. Fortunately, after waiting for a long time, he finally found one that could be considered a passable opportunity.

That was when the great serpent god went to the toilet, and it seemed he wouldn't be back for a while. As for this wooden man, as the newly appointed pope, he also had his own affairs to attend to and couldn't possibly go along for something like this.

This naturally gave the singing bowl a chance to be used.

In just a moment, flames burst forth from the wooden figure.

Although it only controls a collection of consciousnesses to attack, the singing bowl can only exert half of its own power, but even this half of its power is enough to complete the battle silently.

Wood is most afraid of fire, especially the inextinguishable fire of consciousness. Once it gets on the wood, it will continue to burn until everything is burned down unless the arsonist stops it.

"But for the Ignivas, this is the most fundamental of all."

Looking at the wooden figure not far away, now engulfed in flames, Songbo carefully watched the consciousness aggregate.

"If you can't even get through this, then it just means you don't deserve this treatment... huh?"

Just as the singing bowl was broadcasting live to the people, the wooden figure suddenly turned its gaze over.

The aggregate of consciousness has no physical form; even describing it as invisible is insufficient, because it currently lacks even the most basic shape. Yet, in this formless and shapeless state, its location was instantly discernible.

It's certain that they saw it; the singing bowl is definitely there.

Simply because this wooden figure has already spoken.

"Why did you attack me? You've been following my father and me for a while now, what exactly do you want?"

It was actually discovered.

Songbo stared cautiously at the wooden figure. At this moment, he realized that the wooden figure was probably stronger than he had thought—just this ability to sense things was enough to make it no ordinary person.

After all, the Ignivas, being veteran hunters, knew very well that although a battle might seem like a fight to the death, it was ultimately an intelligence war.

Whoever learns about their opponent first can throw their stone first, and even if it's not a stone, but a fireball or something else, the same applies.

Intelligence is the foundation of everything.

This wooden figure was surprisingly adept at gathering intelligence. With that thought in mind, Songbo ceased concealing himself.

"I've been entrusted to come and test your mettle, to see if you're worthy to stand beside the Snake God."

A radiant aggregate appeared in the Pope's office; its dazzling appearance was like a second sun fallen to earth.

"But you, before asking others, shouldn't you explain who you are first?"

"who I am?"

The wooden figure paused, stunned.

"I am...me."

As if confirming something, the wooden figure nodded repeatedly.

"I am me."

"I know you are you, but I'm asking, who are you?"

Singing Bowl continued to press for answers.

"Who gave birth to you? Who raised you? How long have you lived on this land? What have you done? Who are you, really?"

"So that's what you wanted to ask?"

The wooden figure paused for a moment, then continued speaking.

"I was born of my father, raised by my father, and I don't know how much time has passed. As for what I've done... it seems like I haven't done anything."

After thinking for a moment, the wooden figure continued speaking.

"If you're just asking about my name... it seems my father hasn't given me a name yet."

"Oh, toddler."

At this moment, not only the singing bowls, but also the older generation of the Ignivas people behind them, relaxed considerably.

It was just a toddler without a name, so it wasn't worth their attention. The preferential treatment the serpent god had given them before became a matter of course. Even if the Ignivas were envious, they wouldn't stoop to competing with a cub for these things. They had their own dignity.

However, just as the Ignivas were relaxing...

Vines and roots had already sprouted from the wooden figure.

The slender roots spread out silently, completely covering the Pope's office in a short time. Then, they extended all the way up, even climbing onto the legs of the consciousness aggregate.

At this moment, the consciousness aggregate did not react, after all, this thing was not the main body, and the singing bowl was communicating with the tribesmen at the moment—but immediately, the singing bowl suddenly realized that something was wrong.

This is because those roots clinging to the aggregate of consciousness are constantly drawing energy from it!
"That could be a cub!"

The singing bowl was immediately terrified.

He never expected that this wooden man would be even more ruthless than them.

He only set a fire at most, but this wooden figure wanted to devour his avatar on the spot.

(End of this chapter)