The Illusion Flower Plain, when viewed from above, boasts vast seas of colorful flowers that undulate and sway in the wind like waves in the ocean.

The newly constructed city thrusts into the heart of the flower sea like a dagger.

Spirit Breath Clan warriors work day and night here, striving to build the city's defense architecture.

From above, this city is not constructed from cold steel and stone.

Instead, it is covered by natural plants and living tissue that resembles flesh and blood.

Massive vines coil like a dragon's spine to form city walls, their surfaces covered with a hard biological cuticle that glints with a bronze sheen in the sun.

Several energy-charging Towers within the city are grown from living Super Beasts, their interiors flowing with fluorescent sap like blood, lighting up by themselves at dusk.

In times of war, they can rise up and transform into War Giant Beasts.

The view swoops down from above, skimming past Spirit Breath Clan warriors who are controlling giant beetles to transport building materials.

The scene eventually focuses on the highest point of the city wall.

A solitary figure stands atop the wall, his blood-colored robe fluttering wildly in the wind, dark golden patterns on the hems resembling burning flames.

His blood-colored hair is tied behind his head, interwoven with golden threads, and a mark symbolizing the Spirit Breath Royal Lineage is branded on his forehead.

His face is stern, with sharp eyebrows, and his dark golden pupils glimmer subtly in the dawn.

He is the master of this living city, the current strongest king of the Spirit Breath Clan, and the sole Judge of this flower sea: Little Mage.

He places one hand on the living vine of the city wall, lowering his eyes to gaze at the bustling new city under construction.

A year and a half ago, an accident made him one of the eight kings of the Spirit Breath Clan.

From initial resistance to acceptance now.

From a player to the Blood King of the Spirit Breath Clan, his inner journey has been a convoluted path.

This was a road he had never envisioned.

Initially, he only wanted to escape.

He yearned to quickly return to the Player Faction and cleanse the sins on his shoulders.

He believed he was a player, here for the game and entertainment, not to be some NPC king.

But many issues were impossible to explain, leading him to eventually accept his fate.

Yet acceptance doesn't equate to surrender.

It was during his time with the Spirit Breath Clan that his mindset began to change.

Seeing these Spirit Breath Clan warriors struggling to survive in the cracks of the Monster World... he was, after all, a person with feelings.

Especially half a year ago, when the Spirit Breath Clan faced a strike from descending forces, the old priests, dragging their broken bodies, stood in front of him who was severely injured, burning themselves with all their might, making a deep impression on him.

Those hunched figures, like old trees about to break.

Upon waking, he found himself surrounded by Spirit Breath Clan healers.

They saved him with the most precious herbs.

Simply because he was the clan's king, he was entitled to enjoy the clan's most precious resources but also obliged to shoulder the tribe's future.

Formerly, he was always planning how to return to Imperial Tomb Village, back to the Player Faction.

But a lot has transpired over the years, altering his mindset.

For instance, on one dawn, he met a returning Spirit Breath Clan team under the city wall.

Spirit Breath warriors, carrying backpacks, walked silently by, their armor caked with thick blood scabs.

A youth with a broken horn walked at the back, clutching an urn of the fallen comrade's bones, cold morning dew soaking the commander's cloak.

At this moment, these Spirit Breath warriors appeared so alive in Little Mage's eyes.

The emotional resistance slowly dissipated with the interaction, and he began trying to integrate into this tribe.

Bit by bit, day by day.

When one night he stood on the city wall, realizing he was seriously planning the Spirit Breath Clan's development route for the next decade, he was startled to find that he was no longer just a passer-by.

Now, he rejoices for his people's laughter and rages like thunder at enemy invasion.

Those Spirit Breath clansmen, once viewed as data streams, now have many whose names he can call aloud, existing vividly.

The morning breeze blew; he withdrew his thoughts, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the vines of the city wall.

Below, a few Spirit Breath cubs discovered him on the wall, waving their arms excitedly toward him.

His lips curled slightly, raising his hand to coalesce a few glowing small spheres to let them fall, causing the children to cry out in joy.

"King!" A childish voice rang out crisp in the dawn, a Spirit Breath child raised a mud-stained hand, offering him a freshly picked wildflower.

Seeing this, Little Mage nodded gently.

After entering the Monster World, the Spirit Breath Clan's reproductive sealing was completely unlocked, and these children are the Spirit Breath Clan's first generation in the Monster World.

They appear to be five or six years old, but their actual age is only one year.

Nurtured by abundant Spiritual Energy, the new generation possesses physical fitness far superior to the previous generation.

Yet in the Monster World, this alone is far from enough.

The Spirit Breath Clan remains at the bottom tier of the Monster World, needing to survive cautiously, sudden crises always threaten the clan with destruction.

The only way for the Spirit Breath Clan to gain future security is joining the Player Faction.

Even if existing in NPC form, it can help the Spirit Breath Clan escape survival constraints.

This question, he asked of Guidance, whether the Spirit Breath Clan could join the Player Faction.

Guidance's answer was vague, saying: perhaps, for now, the Spirit Breath Clan is too weak to befit joining the Player Faction.

Guidance's answer was brutal, yet it also provided a glimmer of hope.

Perhaps, if the Spirit Breath Clan grows strong enough, they can enter the Player Faction as NPCs.

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