【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

Chapter 511 [Empire] True Weakness

I gently placed the fragments of the battle plant's essence next to the transparent young vine. The shimmering green fragments shimmered like tiny stars in the cold light. The vine's tendrils trembled slightly, as if sensing the incoming energy and rapidly absorbing it. A chilling aura instantly emanated from every part of the vine, a slight vibration that seemed to emanate from within.

It silently fed energy to the roots of the cyan seedling. The previously dormant seedling stirred slightly, tiny pinpricks of light appearing on its branches. It still hadn't awakened, yet its intense hunger was palpable. While the cyan seedling showed no visible growth, its faint, almost imperceptible twitching seemed to convey some need. Its hunger seemed stronger than ever.

The transparent young vine continuously pumped more energy into it, but even so, the green seedling seemed unsatisfied. Its branches and leaves trembled slightly, and the growing hunger almost froze the air.

Watching its eager growth, I knew that even though the transparent vines were trying their best to supply it with energy, this wasn't what the cyan seedling truly needed. Perhaps its growth required even more powerful energy than these battle plant essence fragments could provide.

The cyan seedling's hunger was like a bottomless pit; no matter how much it was given, it never seemed to be satisfied. The transparent young vine silently replenished its energy nearby, but its tiny tendrils remained cold, unable to fully satisfy the cyan seedling's needs. Looking at these two interdependent yet, to some extent, mutually constrained beings, I felt a complex emotion.

The transparent young vine seemed to sense my gaze and slightly tightened its tendrils, as if silently comforting the young green seedling. Its composure remained unchanged. It remained silent and unmoved, yet in its own way, it maintained its balance. The young green seedling eventually gave up its aggressive attempts to expand its branches and leaves, seeming to calm down a bit, but its growth still wasn't truly satisfied.

I reached out and gently stroked the branches of the green seedling, feeling its faint pulse. It still yearned for more energy, and the transparent young vine remained silently by its side, trying to give it everything it could.

"You must be tired too." I murmured softly, feeling a complex emotion in my heart.

At that moment, I felt a complex wave of emotions I'd never experienced before. This was the first time I truly realized my envy, even desire, for the "New Male" gender. The New Male's abilities could be directly transformed into powerful strength in battle, without the need for me to rely on two plants constantly supplying energy and maintaining balance.

I gazed at the icy tendrils of the transparent young vine, feeling its subtle trembling. It endured the hunger of the cyan seedling, silently giving. It spoke no words, asking for nothing in return, as if destined for this role from the start. I knew clearly that, despite its formidable abilities, the transparent young vine could never meet the cyan seedling's true needs. Every bit of its energy was ruthlessly consumed.

And what can I do?

I began to doubt my own abilities, especially in this world. My plants seemed so powerless and pitiful in the face of these powerful superpowers. A longing for powerful strength, for superpowers that could be used directly for output, quietly took root in my heart.

The new male possesses these powers, allowing them to freely express themselves in battle, unleashing overwhelming force, unlike me, who struggled with plant growth and energy scarcity. Whether on the battlefield or in daily life, these new powers have become mainstream. They no longer rely on the fundamental forces of the material world, but rather are more innate abilities that can directly influence the rules of the world and rewrite the surrounding environment.

I thought of Qianmo. Back in the training grounds, his gentle demeanor always made me feel at ease, but the defensive nature of his abilities never made me feel threatened. Looking back at these powerful new men, their abilities were so straightforward and direct that they could even give them an immediate advantage in a fight.

It felt like a disparity in power. In this world, I had clearly done my best, yet I always felt like there was an unbridgeable chasm between me and them.

I looked down at the branches and leaves of the green seedlings. They were still struggling to grow, craving more energy. The transparent young vines silently supplied them with energy, and I had no choice but to rely on them to maintain this silent war.

"If I could be like them..." I muttered softly, not even daring to say it out loud.

Perhaps this is my real weakness.