【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

The moment Qianmo took his final step, the entire lowland seemed to be gently plucked by an invisible string. There was no sound, but everything changed color. The vines quietly contracted, and the core known as the "heart of the plant" seemed to open an invisible eye and stare directly at him.

My heart suddenly tightened, but I didn't say anything.

Qianmo stood quietly, a step in front of the "heart," not moving forward. He let one hand hang by his side, slowly raising the other, palm facing forward. Transparent vines emerged from his sleeves, carrying the scent of his supernatural plants, the power that belonged to his essence.

"I know you're not just a plant," he whispered, his voice low but firm. "You're a hub, an extension, a fragment of a will. You can choose to devour it, or you can choose to respond."

"But no matter who you are, I will not allow you to use her to supplement yourself."

As soon as the words fell, the air suddenly shook violently, as if some emotion was finally aroused.

The heart of the plant contracted slightly, and the entire lowland surface was covered with layers of twisted vines. It made no sound, but I felt as if my eardrums were bursting, a shock from the depths of my soul.

I almost couldn't help but rush forward, but at this moment, a deep green beam of light rose from behind Qianmo, like a vine blooming to its limit, winding towards the sky.

He released all his supernatural plants.

They grew rapidly from the ground, like blood flowing back, one thick vine after another winding out, tightly wrapping around the circle of black vines surrounding the "heart". At that moment, I saw a thrilling scene:

——The vines are biting and entangled, exchanging energy and information with each other, as if two consciousnesses are communicating, or playing a game.

Qianmo closed his eyes, supported himself on the ground with his hands, and blood was already oozing from his forehead.

And I finally understood what he was going to do.

He wasn't going to attack the heart.

He wanted it to "see" him.

Not as an enemy, but as a fellow creature. As a plant.

I turned around suddenly and opened my backpack.

The green seedling remained dormant, but the transparent young vine was already as cold as frost. Its thin tendrils trembled slightly against my wrist. It wanted to move, but hesitated. It wasn't out of fear, but rather waiting for my decision.

"Go," I whispered, running my hand through its branches. "Go and help him. You know that's your source."

The transparent young vine jumped out almost immediately.

It did not fly towards the heart of the plant, but like a transparent bridge, it bypassed the center and coiled towards Qianmo's back, as if building a second layer of protection for him.

Then, the green seedlings moved.

It wasn't awakening, but rather a violent, struggling tremor. Unstable fluorescent sparks appeared at the edges of its leaves, and energy fluctuations began to spiral out of control. I suddenly realized—it wasn't being awakened, but rather rejecting the entire process.

"...not an extension of it." I murmured, "Green seedling...are you not a part of it?"

Before I could finish my words, the green seedling suddenly exploded with a green halo, which made me stumble back.

It woke up by force.

It actually broke away from the original "link" network in an extremely energy-consuming way, and activated defense and resistance on its own, as if it was severing some kind of instinctive blood relationship.

I looked at it and suddenly it dawned on me.

The green seedling was never a branch that branched out from the "heart of the plant." It might belong to the same lineage as the "source," but they were not of the same lineage.

It is a seed of "rebellion".

My heart was shocked and I looked towards the paths in the center of the venue.

He finally opened his eyes, and at that moment, the entire lowland suddenly became as silent as death.

The black vines wrapped around the heart of the plant withered completely, as if they had suffered a fatal backlash.

The "plant heart" in the center suddenly twitched, emitting a burst of intense green light, and then fell silent. It didn't disintegrate, nor did it awaken, but simply retreated temporarily into a state of deep sleep.

Qianmo's body slowly fell down.

I rushed up in an instant and almost rolled to his side.

His eyes were open and he was still alive, but his face was pale and he looked hollowed out.

"It...gave up on me," he murmured.

"You are not its successor," I whispered, "but you are enough to make it stop."

Qianmo smiled slightly, "...That's great."

I looked at him and hugged him.

It suddenly dawned on me that we couldn't find spring on this icy planet.

But we can be each other's spring.