Wizard: I'm leveling up by AFK in another world

pain.

Excruciating pain that penetrates to the bone marrow.

It felt like being thrown into a high-speed centrifuge and then slammed hard onto a concrete floor.

Claire felt every bone in her body groaning, as if her internal organs had shifted.

He tried with difficulty to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt as heavy as lead.

Am I still alive...?

The last fragment of memory is that deep blue beam of light that traversed the void, and the subsequent explosion of the entire void.

Then came the unexpected loss of control and the fall...

Logically speaking, falling from that height would turn even a formal wizard into a bloody pulp, let alone a mere apprentice like him.

He turned his neck slightly, somewhat bewildered, trying to figure out where he was.

The next second, his eyes widened suddenly.

In the field of vision, the huge trees blocked out the sun, and each leaf looked as if it were cast from the purest silver, with a faint fluorescent light flowing through its veins.

Soft light filtered through the tree canopy, bathing everything in a dreamlike hue.

"This is...the Silvermoon Tree Forest?"

Claire struggled to sit up and was surprised to find herself hanging on a fork of a huge Silvermoon Tree.

The tree's branches were strangely curved, as if a giant hand had caught him falling from the sky and used the layers of leaves to cushion the terrifying impact.

"Did they save me?"

Claire was filled with a sense of absurdity.

According to intelligence gathered, these Silvermoon Trees are an extension of the World Tree's will, and can be considered guardians of the Silver Tree Spirits.

Being spiritually aware, they clearly knew the predicament the spirits were facing.

However, instead of killing an intruder like Claire, they saved him.

Click.

A slight cracking sound came from his hand.

Claire looked down and realized that she had been clutching something in her right hand the whole time.

It was a silver moon tree sapling, only the size of a palm.

"This is..." Claire was quite surprised, and an even more absurd thought arose in her mind: Could this sapling have been given to her by those Silver Moon Trees?

A surge of energy interrupted his reverie.

That sapling is dying.

Once removed from the soil, its root system is damaged, and its vitality is rapidly fading.

Claire immediately threw it into the panel, creating a clone, which she planted next to the Silvermoon Tree that had saved him.

The sapling's roots, like little snakes that have come to life, greedily burrowed into the soil and quickly reconnected with the vast underground root network of the forest.

Seeing the sapling regain its vitality and even barely sway its leaves at him, Claire nodded in satisfaction.

Next, I'll wander around the Ironblood Continent and wait for this clone to grow into a tree.

However, it would be best to find the main group first.

Looking back, what that deep blue beam of light represented made him very uneasy.

Was this a desperate gamble by the indigenous gods of the Silver Tree Ring? Did the Conqueror Thalos withstand this attack?

Did the starship land safely? And where is Rhodes?

One question after another surfaced in his mind, shattering his good mood after surviving the ordeal.

Just then.

rustling...

A series of hurried yet light footsteps came from behind the bushes not far away.

Along with this came low murmurs of conversation and the scraping sound of blades being drawn from their sheaths.

someone!

Claire's eyes narrowed.

He is in extremely poor condition, his magic power is depleted, and his exoskeleton armor has been completely destroyed during the fall.

When he encountered the enemy, he was completely unable to resist.

Hide.

His instinct was to seek cover.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, a miraculous scene unfolded.

The tall Silver Moon Trees around him seemed to understand his thoughts, and their lush, drooping branches silently closed up.

They formed a natural treehouse, completely enveloping Claire in shade.

Even the footprints on the ground were covered by rapidly growing moss.

I was rescued again.

Footsteps approached.

Claire held her breath and peered through the gaps in the leaves.

A group of elven rangers, dressed in light leather armor and carrying longbows and dual swords, were carefully parting the bushes and entering the clearing.

There were probably five or six of them, each with exquisite features and pointed ears, but at this moment, their faces no longer held the legendary elegance, only hatred, exhaustion, and vigilance.

"Captain, the magical energy fluctuations here are very chaotic. Something must have fallen here just now."

"A young female elven ranger said in a low voice, her left arm wrapped in bandages and still bleeding," she said.

A flame of revenge burned in her clear green eyes.

"Could it be those damned invaders? If so, I'll skin him alive with my own hands! To avenge Mira!"

"Calm down, Ella."

The leader was an elderly male elf with graying hair and sharp, eagle-like eyes.

"Those steel demons that descended from the sky were terrifying. Even the Silver Moon Knights were routed by them head-on."

"If we really encounter surviving invaders, charging in with just a few remnants of our army would only be suicide."

"What can we do? Are we just going to let them go?" the female elf gritted her teeth. "They burned down the forests and villages, kidnapped everyone... They're demons! They're beasts!"

"Our mission is to scout, to find the surviving members of our tribe, and to lead them to the World Tree Sanctuary."

The old captain sighed, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily: "And... something's not right about this forest."

"Something's not right?"

"It's too quiet." The old captain reached out and stroked the trunk of a Silvermoon Tree beside him, closing his eyes to sense its presence. "Usually these Silvermoon Trees tell me a lot of information, but today... they seem to be hiding something. It's like they're... protecting something?"

Claire, hiding in the bushes, felt a sudden tightness in her chest.

The elves' natural perception is indeed as good as their reputation!

If discovered, given the female elf's level of hatred, he would definitely be riddled with arrows.

Just then, the old captain opened his eyes, the wariness in them instantly vanishing, replaced by surprise and doubt.

"What's wrong, Captain?"

"No...it's nothing." The old captain withdrew his hand, his expression turning somewhat strange. "The forest told me...there are no outsiders here. There is only a newborn 'child' sprouting."

"A newborn child?" The female elf paused, "At this time?"

"Perhaps it's the protection of the Father God." The old captain shook his head, taking one last deep look at the direction where Claire was hiding. "However, if the forest says it's safe, then it's safe."

"Let's go, let's look elsewhere. The demons' base crashed to the west; that's the key area."

"Yes."