The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 77: The Flower That Woke Up

He was terrified that the elf’s next sentence would be, "There’s no hope."

Illiya didn’t notice the demons’ shifting moods. As he began to speak about magic, his entire demeanor became focused. The confidence ingrained in his very bones made him appear even more radiant.

"This is my plan: I intend to use an ice-type magic scroll to create an environment imbued entirely with ice magic, then pair it with a time scroll to rapidly accelerate the Ice Flower’s growth."

N’zall and Ke’Oth looked utterly confused. They didn’t fully understand what he meant.

Using an ice-type magic scroll to simulate a suitable habitat for the Ice Flower, and then using a time scroll to speed up time? Help—individually they understood the words, but put together like this, it made no sense to them!

Could this kind of operation even work?

As magic illiterates, they were naturally doubtful.

Seoryun, however, understood the idea, though he was more concerned about the experiment’s likelihood of success. Just because something sounded theoretically possible didn’t mean it would work in practice.

"Illiya, how confident are you?" Seoryun couldn’t help but remind him. "You know that magic scrolls aren’t exactly easy to control. And especially the time scroll—time has never been something easily handled."

Illiya was, of course, well aware of the risks, but the fact that he dared to bring it up meant he was confident.

"Do you know why the Elven Forest is able to export so many different fruits to the continent every year?"

Seoryun: ???

He couldn’t understand what this had to do with anything—how was this related?

Illiya followed up, "Fruits from all seasons. Even out-of-season ones."

Seoryun immediately fell silent.

He finally understood why Illiya had brought up fruit. Time magic and fruit were not unrelated—on the contrary, they were deeply connected.

The elves were, truly, a race of commercial geniuses.

...

Meanwhile, Juwon Baekyun still found his own experiences rather surreal. Every time he thought about what had happened to him, he couldn’t help but feel a wave of self-pity.

According to the system, he had died from laughing too hard after winning the lottery—a laugh that literally caused him to be choked to death. Fortunately, his lingering regret after death attracted the system’s attention, which gave him the opportunity to live again.

But Juwon felt like something was off.

If he really was lucky, how could he have died like that? And even if he was lucky, why did he get reincarnated into something that wasn’t even human?

If that’s what good luck looked like, he would’ve rather not had it at all.

Still, he had always been laid-back. If he’d been reincarnated into a flower, then so be it. But the system kept reminding him that he needed to be in an extremely cold place in order to grow properly. After hearing this repeatedly, it somehow triggered the rebellious phase he had missed in his previous twenty-something years.

Now, whatever the system said, he felt compelled to do the opposite.

Even though his gut told him the system was probably right.

Ever since becoming what the system called the "Ice Flower," he had a faint, instinctive sense that he truly belonged somewhere cold—not in this warm, moist soil.

With the abundant magical energy around him, he should’ve grown up quickly. But the reality was that he remained just a tiny sprout, barely out of the ground.

According to the system—who was getting more and more agitated—this was already the best-case scenario. Otherwise, he might never grow into a full plant, let alone transform into a human. And based on his current growth, it would take at least two or three hundred years to mature. Under normal circumstances, an Ice Flower only needed three years to grow.

His growth time had been multiplied by a hundred.

Just thinking about it filled Juwon with guilt.

But what was done was done. He could only accept it and muddle through as best he could.

Just as Juwon was sighing, a refreshing chill suddenly enveloped him. The cool, icy breath made his entire sapling body feel light and airy, as though he had returned to the comforting embrace of his mother.

In this comfortable environment, he wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but he clearly felt his body growing rapidly. He was transforming from a tiny sapling, stretching and expanding, until finally budding with flowers. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

[ !!! ]

[ Juwon, wake up! Wake up now! Someone’s invading your home! ]

[ Stop indulging in this! We told you not to follow that merchant to the snowy mountains, but you insisted! Now look, someone’s using just a bit of ice-type energy and you’ve exposed yourself! ]

[ So wake up already! If you don’t, you’re done for! ]

[ Aaaaaaah, I don’t want to die with you! ]

Juwon was so comfortable that he was nearly asleep. In a haze of drowsiness, he vaguely heard some noisy shouting near his ears. Feeling the pull of sleep, he impatiently swayed his branches and leaves, trying to shoo away the constant voice beside him.

"Stop shouting already, I’m so sleepy. Can’t I just sleep in peace?" A childish voice echoed softly in the air.

After hearing this sentence, everyone nearby, including the system itself, suddenly fell silent.

The others: That wasn’t a hallucination, right...?

The system: Thank you, can I start preparing for your funeral now?

Juwon had no sense that anything was wrong with the current situation. Once the voice by his ear disappeared, he grumbled under his breath, dissatisfied: "Should’ve done that from the start... huh?!"

At the last second, Juwon suddenly jolted awake, realizing something wasn’t right. He opened his eyes and found that his line of sight had grown higher—it had shifted from staring up at the dirt to looking down at it.

At the same time, a warning loop began playing automatically in his mind from the system.

[ If you don’t protect yourself, be careful you’ll get dug up and used to make a potion. ]

So... had he been dug up?