Chapter 242: I Ultimately Must Draw the Sword and Dress as a Woman

"Dressing in women's clothing makes you stronger!" This terrifying thought immediately came to everyone's mind. No wonder the post had been given that name earlier; they had clearly been planning this all along.

"This is horrifying! Who would dare provoke this master now? They dig the pit but leave you there! They'll screw you over without a second thought!"

Immediately, everyone silently gave a thumbs-up to Autumn Mountain Car Speed. This was revenge for all of them!

Throughout the entire Spore Evolution sandbox, no one possessed refined culinary skills. The only person who understood evolution and knew how to cook was "Mumu Doesn't Talk." This guy usually ran a shop in the sandbox, maintaining a monopoly, and God knows how much hard-earned money he had squeezed out of people! Now, they had finally overthrown the tyrant.

Immediately, countless people started posting to celebrate. They even began encouraging Mumu in creative ways to accept his fate.

"A River God emerges from the river: 'Oh, young man, did you drop this deep red pleated skirt? Or this Gothic Lolita dress? No effort needed, no struggle required, just put on women's clothes and transform into an elven hero! Become the Queen of the Elves! (Ad slogan: No strenuous training needed, women's clothes effortlessly make me stronger)'"

"A man sits dejectedly amidst ruins: 'Once, I wallowed in hardship, hesitated in tears. My loved ones died before me, my beloved fell in a rain of blood. Smoke filled the air, blood stained everything. I was powerless, I was weak... Finally, I resolutely picked up my weapon, stood up, put on a seductive, breathtaking women's outfit, and strode into the golden sunlight, walking towards the battlefield! (Ad slogan: No strenuous training needed, women's clothes effortlessly make me stronger)'"

A flurry of advertisement-style posts appeared. Everyone was stunned. These ads, despite having no screenshots or images, only text descriptions, created incredibly vivid imagery. How did they do it? It was a crying shame these talented individuals weren't in advertising!

"Damn it! Looking at this ad, it feels like something strange is irresistibly awakening inside me!""No! I have my limits!""No? You'll want it sooner or later."

These truly were a bunch of absolute scoundrels! Mumu immediately burst into tears, heartbroken! Were these beasts even speaking human language? He felt they were utterly shameless, always ready to kick someone when they were down.

"All I did was act as a black market chef and monopolize things for a bit! Did I really secretly drain all your wealth?"

Autumn Mountain Car Speed: "You guys above, you're going too far. We're having a serious discussion about how to reverse a desperate situation. Why are you messing around and undermining someone's confidence? Mumu, although you're not speaking, this truly is the only way."

"You need to communicate with the Ancient Night Tree. It won't passively await death. Propose to it that you can save it. Take seven life fruits, concentrate their energy into one life fruit, and then set the rebirth formation of the Hero's Altar inside that fruit. You will then be reborn within it..."

Mumu took a deep breath, somewhat moved. "I started from nothing. Even if I cultivated diligently for decades, I might not reach Tier 5. This is the only way for me to instantly become stronger, as long as I transform..."

It's known that ordinary elves are born at Tier 3 and only reach Tier 4 as adults. If he gathered seven life fruits, he would likely be born at Tier 4, and reach Tier 5 upon adulthood. Moreover, the Hero's Altar's characteristic was terrifying: it allowed you to seemingly ignore years of growth after birth and instantly mature. His previous rebirth from the altar saw him quickly grow from a seed into a mature Seven Wonders Tree, which naturally led to his dismemberment.

"This is the only viable method." Despite his inner reluctance, the faces, smiles, and joyful laughter of elves like Shireen kept appearing in his mind. "The worst-case scenario is that after succeeding, I'll commit suicide and transform back into a Seven Wonders Tree. I won't get addicted to that kind of power..."

He had made his decision. They were fighting a war to protect him, while he hid behind the tribe.

Just then, Autumn Mountain Car Speed spoke again:

"This ten-minute wait was worth it, right? Go back quickly! Possess power and protect everything you desire. We will always support you! We are your strongest backing. Remember to send us your beautiful photos afterward so we can advise you, in case of any adverse reactions."

Having received the answer, Mumu Doesn't Talk began to ignore this group of jerks and eagerly returned to the Ancient Wood World. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a verdant, elegant, and tranquil tree realm. He quickly ran out.

In just a few short minutes, much time had passed in the Ancient Tree World. The war outside had completely erupted. Despite the dark elves' weapon advantage, they were still at an extreme disadvantage, reaching the point of extinction.

Mumu was still somewhat hesitant. Although he was currently a plant, neither male nor female, deep down he still thought of himself as a proud male tree-gentleman. Furthermore, as a seasoning, his tree form had been deliberately made immune to biological pain, which was why he had so calmly accepted his previous death. However, once he transformed into a spirit and took on an elven form, he would gain the sensation of pain. Dying even once would be excruciatingly painful for him.

"What will happen if we lose this battle?" He walked around and found the young Shireen. The battle was now critically urgent, having even reached deep into the Ancient Night Tree's domain, nearing the core area of the Night Tribe. Even underage Tier 3 elves like Shireen were about to be sent to the battlefield, and if sent, they might die.

"Shireen cannot die." Looking at the little elf, a deep fear arose within him.

Shireen explained, "If we lose the battle, all elves will be killed, and our mother, the Ancient Night Tree of Life, will be enslaved. Her absorbed energy will be periodically plundered and taken back to their ancient trees to propagate life fruits." She added that it was rumored that the distant Feathered Elf tribe employed this method, enslaving an elven life ancient tree to collect energy for them, which was why their elf population was several times larger than ordinary tribes.

"I understand. It seems I must do it."

He stood up and strode through the tribe, turning to look at the great, eternal ancient tree of life, verdant and lush, reaching high into the sky. He walked gently on its trunk, touching its rough, mottled, ancient green bark, as if it contained countless years of history. "Oh, greatest and oldest life in the world! Your guardian night elves are about to be defeated, and you are about to be plundered by other ancient trees. At your level, you surely wouldn't wish for that, would you?"

*Rustle!*

The dense leaves in the sky subtly swayed, and mottled sunlight transformed into tiny glittering specks on the ground, a breathtaking sight.

After a long time, a distant, ancient elven voice seemed to emanate from the sky, "Oh, peculiar ancient tree of rebirth, existing between a war ancient tree and a life ancient tree... Your arrival is what brought about the destruction of my guardian tribe, and I am about to be enslaved, completely losing my freedom. I will no longer be able to birth my own guardian elves and will be left entirely at their mercy."

"It's destruction, but also an opportunity, isn't it?" He trembled internally, facing such an ancient and supremely powerful life, yet he tried to maintain his composure. He said, "I can become a unique elf under your command."

"You are not an elf," the ancient voice replied.

"I can become an elf! Become one of your subordinates," Mumu said. "Just give me the energy of seven life fruits, concentrated into one. If I enter it, I can become a powerful, unique elf and change the tide of battle!"

The ancient, weathered voice fell silent for a moment. "That's impossible. Only the initial life form—a seed—can be nurtured within a life fruit to create an elf. You aren't even a seed; how could you possibly enter a fruit?"

"What if I could become a seed?" he asked again.

The Ancient Night Eternal Tree fell completely silent. It instantly considered the implications of his idea.