The tree was a skill whore.
Though I had seen many things back in the otherworld, something like this was new. Trees that fed on dreams, on blood, on premium grade A5 top-of-the-line wagyu beef New York strip. But this was new.
Catalan had rather clearly used his unique skill intimidation on the tree this time now that he was afraid of my killing him, and the tree had grown, albeit just a bit—
—SPLASH!!
The veins throbbed again and shot all of the weed milk to my face once more.
***
Deep in the middle of the night, the people living in Polaris were up for a surprise. They had all been woken up and put on a line in front of the sapling.
Confusion filled all of them, but there was little they could do against the orders given by their great and kind leader, me.
"Line up, all of you line up."
Elmost and Alex handled the lining while I sat next to the tree with a chair. Beside me stood Catalan and in his hands was the slime.
