And their research subject... was the God of Growth.
The dozens of eyeballs on the flesh and blood tree stared at the Druids who were cutting its bark, and the God of Growth let out a weak voice:
"I'm tormented mentally, and now even physically, stop cutting, my current life state is unstable, any conclusions derived under these conditions are unreliable!"
However, instead of stopping, the Druids retorted confidently:
"That's where you're mistaken, these unreliable conclusions are the very variables that need to be documented!"
"Do you still think we are those Primitive Shamans from the Primitive Era who could only nibble on bark and roots, constantly duped by Mother Earth? We have long transcended that state, and our research on you is also aimed at reviving our Druids and the entire Natural Sect."
God of Growth: "I embody the malice of survival, I am an Ancient God, the incarnation of a curse, what's the point in researching me?"
