I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

Diaz stared at the tree that had suddenly sprung up in front of him, his throat dry. After swallowing, he asked with a trembling expression.

"What is this?"

"A little trick, nothing to worry about." Sri smiled, waved his hand, and then walked to the tree and gently tapped it.

The tree's color suddenly darkened, and the originally emerald green leaves turned slightly yellow.

Immediately afterwards, a bright red fruit suddenly appeared on the tree.

Siri picked the fruit from the tree and handed it to the crew member next to him, saying:

"Eat the fruit."

The crew members seemed not to have realized what had just happened, their eyes fixed on the tree that had suddenly appeared in front of them.

His eyes widened, his mouth agape, and he remained speechless for a long time.

He didn't come to his senses until Sri forced the apple into his mouth.

She sobbed for a long time, trying to say something to refuse.

However, Sri's cold gaze made it even harder for him to speak than the apple stuck in his mouth.

This guy could turn that charlatan into a tree, and turning himself into a tree was naturally a piece of cake for him.

Although he knew very well that his chances of survival were extremely slim, he would definitely die even faster if he didn't do as the druid in front of him did.

So he could only suppress his nausea and chew and swallow the fruit piece by piece.

However, what struck him as odd was that he felt no discomfort whatsoever.

There wasn't even a hint of disgust.

The fruit tastes great, sweet and sour, juicy, and has an excellent texture.

And there was no part of his body that looked like it was about to turn into a tree.

The crew breathed a sigh of relief for the moment, but were mostly puzzled.

He didn't think he would be let off so easily.

There must be something wrong with the fruit growing on this tree that was transformed from a human.

Siri ignored the crew member, simply wrapped the remaining pit of the fruit with vines, and then left with Diaz.

As the crew member watched Siri's figure gradually disappear, he frowned and stood there for a long time, not daring to move.

He really couldn't figure out what Sri was going to do to him.

She only gave him one piece of fruit and then let him go?

His peripheral vision swept over the tree beside him.

My breathing became erratic again.

"Kill me if you want, torture me if you want, what's the point of all this?"

He quickly shook his head and gritted his teeth.

Since I'm going to die anyway, and no one's going to stop me, I might as well just leave.

Anyway, if there's really something wrong with that fruit, I'll die whether I leave or not.

Once he made up his mind, he didn't hesitate.

He turned and ran.

He hadn't run two steps when he suddenly turned around and discovered that the tree roots were rising up from the ground, constantly clawing at the earth and getting closer and closer to him.

Why is that tree following me?

The tree went as far as he went.

The crew member felt a chill run down his spine and involuntarily shivered.

The fear of the unknown terrified him more than the threat of death.

He didn't understand why he had to eat that fruit, and he didn't understand why the tree had to follow him.

He didn't even know if he would die!

What will my future hold?

It's all that old man's fault!

A surge of anger and despair welled up within him. He licked his dry lips, and the voices of countless people echoed in his mind.

Yes, if it weren't for that old guy, if it weren't for those bastards who bewitched me!

I'm going to kill them!

Kill them!

The anger in his heart almost materialized, and the burning resentment consumed his reason. He was breathing heavily and immediately changed direction.

His eyes gradually turned bloodshot, and he drew a long sword from his waist.

The only thought in his mind was to kill those who had bewitched him.

Besides that, there was nothing left.

As for the tree behind him that had somehow climbed onto him, he didn't care at all.

The trees gently wrapped around him, yet they did not bring him any sense of heaviness.

Instead, it made him stronger and more powerful.

Until the tree gradually clung to his body, slowly pulling him into the wood and devouring him.

Even after he transformed into a tree-man, he showed no reaction and simply continued walking forward.

……

"You're just letting him go like that?"

Diaz held back for a long time, but finally couldn't help but ask.

"No, I just sent him to kill someone."

As he spoke, Sri walked to the door of a room and slammed the vines behind him against it.

He smashed the door lock to pieces, then yanked it off with all his might.

There were seven or eight children inside, but only two of them were still alive.

The five who died had been dead for two or three days, yet no one paid them any attention.

Siri sighed softly and crushed the fruit pit he had just harvested.

The crushed fruit pits transformed into two streams of clear liquid, which gradually flowed into the bodies of the two children.

Then Siri wrapped the two children in vines, intending to take them to Murphy for treatment.

All he could do was temporarily stabilize the two children's physical condition with his own life force; he was truly powerless to do anything about internal inflammation, wounds, or other problems.

"I don't understand what you mean. What do you mean by 'let him kill someone'?"

Diaz waited until the two had left the ship before pressing for more information.

"Cowards often blame others for their mistakes and turn their axe on the weaker ones. I was just amplifying his emotions."

Siri smiled, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes, and then casually offered an explanation.

"Is it because of that fruit?" Diaz wasn't stupid; he naturally figured out the reason.

"That's right."

"Is your profession really Druid?"

Diaz found it difficult to reconcile the person before him, who could amplify desires and transform humans into trees, with the druid.

"Probably."

Siri didn't explain, he just replied and then said nothing more.

Diaz wasn't unreasonable, and seeing that Siri didn't say anything more, he naturally wouldn't pry into other people's abilities either, and simply fell silent as well.

The Sri sect is located in the north, where the vast ice plains are filled with death and desolation.

Therefore, for his sect, it was naturally equivalent to death.

Death is the natural order of everything, and to accept death is to accept nature.

Therefore, for their sect, as long as they do not interfere with death, it is not considered a violation of nature.

So when he was helping Murphy deal with the spiders, he would even specially create a spider model.

For their sect, this is not considered death, but rather a transformation of life.

Ha... Whenever Siri thinks of this, he can't help but chuckle sarcastically.

In fact, their sect has long since lost all dogma and basically does whatever it pleases.

So-called dogma is nothing more than an excuse for their actions; no matter what they do, the right to interpret it always remains in their own hands.

Sri was no exception.

So when he heard what the old priest in the robe said, he didn't feel much anger.

After all, he was well aware that in most cases, so-called faith was just a way to soothe one's conscience and find a justification for one's actions.

It's just that some people do evil deeds, while others do good deeds.

……

"It's cured already? Wow... amazing!"

The little boy who had handed Murphy the wooden sword earlier exclaimed in surprise when he saw that the wounds on his companions' bodies had already healed.

"Thank you, Mr. Murphy!"

Lillian's gaze fell on the places on her companion's body that should have had pustules and wounds.

But now it's just a brand new, tender pink patch of skin.

She took a deep breath and thanked Murphy again.

Murphy ignored all of this; he was just fulfilling a request, so what was there to thank him for?

It only glanced at its own seaweed rock.

It seems I forgot to sunbathe this stone when I used it, and all the energy it had painstakingly accumulated was used up at once.

It looks rather lifeless now... But Murphy did make a strange discovery: this seaweed stone seems to have a gold-plated edge.

Moreover, by using my spiritual insight to observe carefully, I was able to discover that there was also an eyeball surrounding the stone.