Forest Cultivator
In a world where power ruled and trust was a blade waiting to strike, Lu Yan walked alone. Not out of fear, not out of weakness, but because solitude had always been his greatest strength. As a plant summoner, the earth itself bowed to him. Forests obeyed his whispers, roots coiled at his command, and even the wildest of flora bent to his will. There was no need for allies—until he met them.
Fan Zhi. Lila. Jian Mo.
The strongest of the strong. A warrior whose blade could cleave mountains, a magician who wove destruction with a flick of her fingers, and his most trusted—his shadow—Jian Mo. Not a friend, not family, but the one person Lu Yan had allowed closest.
Their strength was undeniable. Their presence, unavoidable.
And so, for the first time, Lu Yan walked beside others. Together, they ventured into the final dungeon, an ancient ruin pulsing with power long lost to time. Every step deeper tested their skill, their will, their loyalty. They bled together, fought together, survived together. Or so he thought.
The betrayal wasn’t reckless. It wasn’t obvious. It was precise, patient—rooted in greed, waiting for the perfect moment to surface.
Every look, every word, every shared battle had been a thread in their web. They had studied him, learned the way he thought, anticipated his every move. They knew his strengths, but more importantly, they knew the weaknesses even he had overlooked.
So when the final trial came, when the dungeon itself trembled with the weight of the power they had sought, the trap was already set.
The air was thick with heat, the walls licked with molten fury, the ground unstable beneath their feet. And then, Jian Mo struck first.
A blade—not of steel, but of something darker, something ancient—sank into Lu Yan’s back. A paralyzing force surged through him, seizing control of his body, locking his power away in an instant. The one person he had trusted most had known exactly how to sever him from his strength.
Fan Zhi’s sword followed, slicing deep. Lila’s magic wrapped around him like a serpent, binding him in chains of searing energy.
They had calculated every detail. No dramatic speeches, no arrogance—just cold, efficient betrayal.
And then, without hesitation, they cast him into the abyss.
The last thing he thought about was Jian Mo’s face, expression unreadable as the molten depths swallowed him whole.
Pain.
Fire that melted flesh, burned bone, and tore through his very essence.
For the first time, Lu Yan truly knew what it meant to die.
But fate was not done with him.
In the heart of the inferno, something stirred. A force beyond comprehension. A power that did not belong to this world. The fire did not destroy him—it remade him.
The pain became something else.
Something worse.
Something greater.
Then, darkness.
When Lu Yan awoke, it was not to fire, nor stone, nor the ruins of the dungeon.
It was to a world reborn.
The sky above him was a fractured canvas of impossible colors, shifting and writhing like a living thing. The air was thick, charged with an energy that thrummed beneath his skin. And all around him, the earth pulsed—not as he had once commanded it, but as something wild, untamed, ancient beyond reason.
The plants here were not mere tools of a summoner’s will. They were alive in ways he had never imagined. And they watched him.
He was no longer the betrayed summoner.
He was something else.
Something far greater.
As he stood amidst the endless forest, his body still echoing with the power that had saved him, one thought burned brighter than all the rest:
if fate brought me here I would master it all.
The winds whispered his name. The trees bent, waiting.
The Life begins with a seed
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