Again, legendary creatures have personalities and emotions.
They do not suffer from boredom, weariness, and mental illness due to 'time', but they do collapse when there is stress that exceeds their
The way it collapses can be said to be humane.
However, considering that not all races have the same nature and habits, and that the Tademoira were unique creations unlike anything else, the Tademoira fell apart in the Tademoira's own way.
He immediately leaves the field he has been tending and goes down to the hanging gardens.
In fact, she's mentally broken. She's the flower spirit, the spirit of floriculture and horticulture, but she's lost interest in plants and just left.
But there was something that held him back.
"Tademoira. Not go."
"Not go. We sad."
Those who were once a race of intelligent beings. Now, their intelligence has either regressed or developed in some other way, reducing them to mere beasts.
Those bastards begged Tademoira to stay. Their eyes held onto warmth. Love, longing, sadness.
But on the other hand, its protruding jaw, enlarged head, and swollen belly revealed so clearly that they were a creation of the gods of this world, so completely unrelated to its original race, that Tademoira felt not love but disgust and fear towards them.
Tademoira abandoned the things he once loved and descended the Hanging Gardens. Behind him, the magical monsters were raging, stamping their feet, raging and mourning, but he had no intention of watching.
His heart ached. He couldn't quite explain why it hurt.
The vast hanging gardens were now filled with weeds that were practically nothing more than plantings, and with deformed vegetables and flowers that had grown small and strong to adapt to the weeds.
As he slowly descended the ruined garden, the first thing he saw was the
This too is a terrain containing fragments of god. Originally home to spirits and the creatures of the Great Sky, this place was once teeming with creatures resembling yogurt, created by the gods of this world.
It was a huge spiritual realm connected to the sky, and it was soaked in sticky syrup while being twisted in a deformed way.
Tademoira slowly descended the cloud bridge. Wherever she stepped, grass and turf sprouted from the clouds, forming a carpet for Tademoira's path.
Descending that way, the river flowing from the spring at the summit meandered down the mountain, traversing terraced fields and villages. Here, the plants of Tademoira still remained, but they were more than eaten by the local evils, the Dessert Army, the moving jellies and gummies, and were also covered in sticky syrup.
And there were a lot of sugar lumps.
The martial arts monsters roamed the trees and rugged mountains that grew here, hunting for jellies and eating the small fruits that grew.
And when he saw Tademoira, he waved his hand and greeted him happily.
He was concerned about the unusually fast reaction speed to sounds.
Tademoira walked along the mountain river without a care, along the stepped road and the syrup-soaked river, and laid out a carpet of grass and flowers along the way.
Bugs followed behind, but neither the bugs nor the grass were anything more than the natural manifestation of the flower spirit's power.
The martial arts monsters clinging to Tademoira seemed to be expressing affection, but Tademoira simply shook them off with her hands.
If you go down even farther, you'll find desert terrain. While it's a desert, half of it is a floodplain wetland with a river flowing through it, making it ideal for farming. Grass grows just fine, so they raised livestock and ranch animals.
Now it was full of only cacti and caramel camels.
Tademoira, as a legendary creature, simply glared at those powerful creatures that came to try and devour him.
The caramel camel, bewildered by the sight, retreated. Tademoira was devastated that the civilization once belonged to had been destroyed by such ignorant beings.
But that doesn't mean he can destroy them. He is a flower spirit who can only create, flourish, and heal.
I looked around the area that was once the domain of the weapon called Tademoira, and found it there.
"More!"
It was an impossibly huge creature. It was fat, had many legs, and a large mouth.
Surrounded by a fog filled with eyes and mouths, it devoured everything it passed by, and continued to give birth from the holes in its buttocks and body, eating stones and tearing apart spiritual structures such as the spirit world and the spirit world, and rebuilding them again.
It was Shuk-Rimuras. She's smothering their territory with syrup and cream, harvesting the genes of the remaining species, all while scattering bread and jelly-like creatures everywhere.
Tademoira despaired. He believed he was at least the best in this world at fulfilling his role as a creator of life.
But even that was overshadowed. He couldn't eat and reproduce as destructively as that. Now, Tademoira had nothing left to boast about.
The horrible gummies that Shuk-Rimuras send out, and the jellies and Sweet Tooth that eat them, were utterly repulsive.
Wherever Tademoira walks, grasses grow like a carpet, and insects emerge.
What can she do? Even the weeds here can't be overcome by her, not to mention the main species.
And above all, the various monsters that had evolved and transformed into increasingly grotesque forms to catch the growing jellies and worms. It was absolutely disgusting. And the fact that they waved at him and greeted him was just as disgusting.
'I'd rather die than live in a place like this.'
Tademoira suddenly thought so. He was seriously mentally ill. Tademoira left his former homeland and walked.
It seems the world was somehow reconnected to a grassland. As soon as I left the world, all I saw was a vast grassland, a forest of hideous jellies and gummies, and a group of magic monsters who worshipped Yogur-Thoth and learned magic.
In the grassland, various creatures, including camels running briskly, are chased by the martial arts monsters, caught by the squirrels, or, conversely, caught by the giant pudding.
They would string the martial arts monsters together and eat them.
Even the martial monsters with incredible reflexes couldn't avoid all of the puddings' tentacles.
He didn't want to see Yogur-Thoth. That guy might kill him right away.
But from afar, he had to watch the magical monsters dancing and singing, learning magic and forming their own culture and crude society in response to Yogur-Thoth's words.
Descending past Yogur-Thoth's territory, he arrives at a wetland. Tademoira was relieved to find that there were still plenty of "normal" creatures here.
The vicious weeds that had ruined his world, those evil species, were being cultivated in the wetlands.
The herbivores that ate the grasses of the wetlands resembled hippos and were extremely powerful, and the characteristics that the non-humans had chosen this time and the influence of {Great Nature} made the ecosystem extremely prosperous.
Tademoira, in a fit of rage, replaced the grass there with harmless weeds that bore beautiful fruit and flowers. They were quickly devoured, but the creature's wit allowed them to regulate the grasses so that they produced edible fruits and vegetables that were at least palatable to other intelligent beings.
What would be the point? Tademoira just kept walking.
How many years had passed since I wandered through this immensely thick and vast wetland? Descending, he came upon a desert and a cactus forest.
The desert was covered in sticky syrup and cream, and was full of rock jellies that fed on it, and the cactus forest was full of grass that grew crazy fast when it rained, and cacti that could only be described as huge.
It was a place Tademoira found somewhat endearing. However, the crazy candies rushing at him were a bit annoying. The candies, seemingly oblivious to the difference in status between them, kept jumping at him.
Even in such places, there were primates. They evolved into desert-dwelling primates.
Their body hair is thick enough to withstand the hot sun, and they eat creatures growing in cactus forests, or they knock over cacti with rocks and suck the sap inside, or they prey on cacti and grasshoppers.
"Who! Who! Who!"
"Tademoira!"
They recognized him. He had deliberately gone to great lengths to ensure no one remembered him, but they still hadn't forgotten him.
It seems like generations have changed, so perhaps they heard it from their ancestors? They seem to have that level of linguistic ability.
Tademoira hated being around them so much that he left the cactus forest.
Now, cream and syrup flowed, and plants always flourished in this area.
Just as Tademoira was passing through this area caused insects, other grasses, and flowers to flourish.
And as he continued down, Tademoira finally reached an area where he could smell that unidentifiable sweet smell.
Nectar Spring, or rather Nectar Lake.
The source of this dessert desert, the fountain of life responsible for the lives of all evil species.
At first glance, it seemed like a sweet hell.
The jellies were originally transparent, but to withstand the heat of the sun, they colored their glassy bodies to reflect all kinds of light, so they shone like colorful prisms, and the floor was filled with the shells of the jellies that looked like shards of colored glass.
There are jellies and gummies to eat, and the strongest jelly, Yokan, eating meat and mating.
Only jellyfish that consume pudding, nectar, and rocks live there.
There are no plants here. Plants can suck nectar, but the conditions are not good enough for them to survive.
He walked into the nectar spring basin.
No matter how strong the jellies were, and no matter how many ignorant creatures like Bisyakheet and Sweet Tooth lived and built their homes and fortifications out of glass shards, it was impossible to stop the level 8 creation, Tademoira.
Even Tademoira had a tendency to wander, so he continued to create grass and bugs wherever he walked, and went deeper and deeper.
And saw.
A vast lake of nectar. From the bottom to the surface, jellies teem, countless gnats devour it, the gnats that devour these gnats, and the worst of the evils, Bisyakheet, that invaded their world.
He arrived at the Nectar Spring, which has four islands inside, and the terrain of the Great Nature added to the islands, creating an extremely complex environment.
Tademoira thought.
'Should I just go inside here and kill myself?'
Would that be a good death? I don't know. Falling into this nectar well and dying might make me useless to the god of this world.
with a splash!
Just as he was thinking that, a huge tentacle and a scream were heard from the floor.
"Hey he …"
Tademoira became depressed. Is there a monster in this spring too?
If you look at it that way, it's a similar legendary creation, but honestly, that's a bit too much.
How do you mutate a lake fairy into such a shape?
He sighed.
"Tademoira. A creation of the god who was defeated last time. And you?"
"Abhojuice!!! Then why did you come here?"
"Well, I came here to find a place for myself. I guess there's nothing like it in this world. But it seems like the god of this world has made a place for you."
Abhojuice has extremely low intelligence, perhaps even lower than that of the Tang monsters.
But at least that Abhojuice had the intelligence to have something resembling a conversation.
"Will you wait until night?"
There was nothing else to do, so he waited. He simply watched the intense environment of the Nectar Spring, the monsters that had somehow begun to swarm around him, the grass that had begun to grow around him as cushions, with butterflies-like insects as a backdrop.
And night fell in an instant. Indeed, the sun seemed to set quickly in the desert.
As the sun set, a halo of light gathered at the Nectar Spring.
"Ah?"
And inside the nectar lake, which had a sticky impression, the constellations of the night sky emerged.
A vast array of lights danced together as if they were embroidered.
The toppings of the nectar fountain that always glowed, and the jellies that lived in symbiosis with it, have now evolved to only glow when the sun has set and there is no sunlight.
The dazzling nectar spring was truly spectacular, sparkling like the universe on the ground even though there was not a single cloud in the sky above.
"How is it?"
"It's beautiful. One of the few in this world..."
"Hey hey! The dessert desert is already a wonderful place! It's even more wonderful thanks to you!"
"Because of me?"
Instead of answering, Abhojuice raised her tentacle and pointed around.
Countless figures, their eyes widening as if moved by the light of the nectar spring, danced and sang, treading on the carpet of grass instead of the sharp platform filled with glass.
The same was true of the countless butterflies and grass. Despite their low intelligence and the absence of civilization, they were deeply moved and managed to survive here.
"Ah"
Tademoira hurriedly turned back the way he had come.
The grass and insects that grew wherever he walked, not yielding to the vicious life of this world, survived tenaciously and spread widely, some encroaching upon others and others being defeated by the existing environment, living tenaciously.
The same goes for his previous companions. They too have lost some of their intelligence. But in return, they have gained life.
Are they simply living like livestock? No. They have freedom.
Even now, having lost their intelligence, they can still laugh, chat, joke with each other, wave at each other, and remember their past selves.
Tademoira continued to run backwards, past the realm of Yogur-Thoth and into the mountains. Now a tangle of plants and jelly, devoid of any trace of civilization, he returned to the Hanging Gardens, his own land.
The place had changed a lot. How much time had passed? The Hanging Gardens had been encroached upon by Mother Nature.
Yet, they survived. Countless monsters, insects, birds and bats, and even, though now transformed, flowers, vegetables, and fruits, all stubbornly survived.
He hasn't lost his intelligence. He hasn't given up.
Instead of intelligence and civilization, He still has...a fierce life, and strength, passion, and emotions.
When he returned to the Hanging Gardens, none of the monsters he knew were there. However, they waved at Tademoira.
"Tademoira!"
They remembered. For no reason at all, they remembered the one who protected them.
Tademoira shouted to the sky.
"Oh God! Now I know! What I truly want, what I believe, and what I should do!"
An avatar of God appeared before him. Tademoira shouted at the avatar.
"Give me a chance! Let me live with these people! Let me become a part of your ecosystem!"
God opened his eyes wide.
[It has been done.]
Wiggle~!
[Arise, you who were created by others, mother of flowers and fruits, stems and roots and leaves. Heed my call.]
Wiggle! Wiggle~! Wiggle~!
Tademoira felt ecstasy. He felt his body being reborn into divinity. He felt a new form, a part of this ecosystem of infinite potential.
This is neither decadence nor madness. Tademoira is a perfectly rational being who has decided that it is right to become one of them and thrive.
Whether it serves civilization or the ecosystem, if the loser helps the winner anyway, what does it matter what form it takes? What does it matter if the race of the old self-god remembers them, regardless of their form?
[You are the embodiment of life! You who control everything that crawls above the ground! You are the central force behind my main plan! You will abandon the name of your old master and be granted a new one!]
He felt infinitely moved by the divine event and Tademoira surrendered himself to the flow.
[Come! Commander of the Third Commander of the Dessert Army! Lord of all that grows and crawls upon the earth! Ruler of infinite chaos! Nyaltartep! Your command is given: be reborn now!]
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