The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 153: Petals & Protagonist Luck

The system didn’t care at all about being mocked by its host. It took none of it to heart.

It had just secretly used its system permissions to scan the man squatting at the edge of the Cold Pool.

With just the slightest contact, the overwhelming force of that man’s luck had slapped it right in the face.

This... this was unmistakably "protagonist’s luck"!

Even though it hadn’t managed to encounter someone with a one-in-a-billion chance of being special, it had instead run into a protagonist!

[ Out of the kindness of my heart, let me tell you this: making contact with the person at the edge of the pool will do you no harm. In fact, if you spend more time with him, you might even regain your own identity. After all, that person on the bank... is the protagonist. ]

Upon hearing that, Juwon was completely shocked.

[ Protagonist? Isn’t this world supposed to be a standalone world? Don’t tell me I transmigrated into a novel or something? Are you seriously going to ask me to steal the protagonist’s fate? ]

The system let out a disdainful "tsk".

[ The "protagonist" I’m talking about isn’t the kind you’re thinking of. What I mean is, in this person’s story, he is the central figure—the protagonist of his own narrative. And even in other people’s stories, his presence isn’t weak. In fact, he could also be considered a "main character" in theirs too. A person like that carries an enormous amount of fate energy. I’m telling you to get close to him so you can become a part of his story. That would be a massive leap forward for you. ]

[ Once you have a role in the story, your existence will be acknowledged. The more important your role, the more benefits you’ll receive. And the more you gain, the bigger my bonus. So what are you waiting for? Or are you planning to stay a flower forever? ]

Juwon didn’t fully understand the earlier parts, but he definitely understood that last sentence.

There was no way he wanted to stay a flower any longer. He wanted to shapeshift! He wanted to become human! He wanted to eat food!

His ambitions and resolve were fully ignited.

Now that he had a clear goal, Juwon’s attitude toward the man crouching by the water took a complete 180-degree turn.

He hurriedly directed his flowerpot toward the shore, then stretched out a leaf to hug the man’s hand.

Although he still couldn’t speak in his flower form, that didn’t stop his magic power from doing the talking.

Oh~ my dear fellow townsman~ I’m just so happy to see you again~

This time, Eoryun didn’t use his magic power to connect with the Ice Flower’s magic power, so naturally, he had no idea what the Ice Flower was actually saying.

However, judging from the flower’s actions, he could more or less understand what it was trying to convey.

Seeing his fellow "townsman" behave that way, Eoryun couldn’t help but feel his eyes brimming with tears.

The Ice Flower was a land-dwelling plant, but in order to better absorb the ice-element energy emanating from the Cold Pool, it floated along the water’s surface with its flowerpot.

Now, it was affectionately swaying its leaves, curling them around the outstretched fingers of the person squatting on the bank.

Its petals also gently brushed against Eoryun’s hand.

The Ice Flower’s movements were so natural—as if it had rehearsed them countless times.

It perfectly displayed all the qualities expected of a delicate flower: fragile, and wholly dependent on the one it had chosen to trust.

Eoryun was completely taken in by the Ice Flower’s display—or rather, he was the only one who saw the flower’s "fragile" act and fell for it head over heels.

When the Ice Flower softly wrapped its leaf around his extended finger, his heartbeat skipped for a moment.

And when it escalated to brushing his hand with its petals, his heart completely lost its rhythm.

This... this was such a pitiful flower!

That line suddenly surfaced in Eoryun’s mind. But he quickly shook the thought away.

No, no, no—he couldn’t keep referring to it as a "flower." This obviously wasn’t just a flower. This was the fellow countryman he had found through sheer dumb luck during a streak of good fortune!

Even if his fellow townsman had become a flower, it didn’t change the fact that inside, he was still a human being.

Eoryun averted his gaze and slowly exhaled a deep breath. He tried to calm himself down and keep his emotions in check. But when he looked down at the Ice Flower again, its "clinging" behavior tugged at his heartstrings, and the barely-there sensation of its petals brushing against his skin triggered an immediate and overwhelming wave of sympathy.

Sob sob sob sob sob—just how much had his poor old friend suffered? Look at how frightened he was, clinging onto his hand like this!

And look at that pale shade of green on its leaves—barely green at all. That curled flower petal? Clearly not in good health.

Eoryun was absolutely certain that the Ice Flower was trembling as it rubbed against his hand.

He couldn’t possibly be mistaken.

His brain involuntarily conjured up vivid mental images of the Ice Flower being subjected to all kinds of "harm." Ugh, now he felt even worse for it.

With those thoughts swirling in his head, Eoryun’s expression unconsciously became much more serious.

Not daring to move the hand that was gently caught by the Ice Flower’s leaves, he slowly reached out his other free hand and hovered it above the flower’s petals, giving it a couple of air-pats—light and gentle, not quite touching.

"Don’t worry. I have money."

Eoryun said this with a tone full of determined sincerity.

Meanwhile, Juwon—who was in the middle of arguing with his system—was absolutely stunned.

???

What the hell had happened during the short moment he was distracted?!

The others didn’t know what the Ice Flower was saying, but as anomalies in the system, both Illiya and Sebastian—one an elf and the other a demon—were able to hear the Ice Flower’s inner thoughts loud and clear.

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