Journey from Overlord

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"Madam, you are too kind." Dryad lowered her head, but her expression of pride and joy could not be concealed.

Are you happy to be praised? Aya watched the wreath on the Dryad's head bloom and roughly guessed the Dryad's feelings.

"That's awesome, thank you." Thinking how cute it was, Aya reached out and rubbed the Dryad's head.

"Eh? Madam..." Dryad muttered as she blushed.

'She is so cute.' Aya thought so as she pinched Dryad's head flower with her hands.

"Wait a minute, Madam, I... am not ready yet..." The Dryad's face turned red mysteriously. Is he shy when being praised?

"The petals are so soft." Aya praised, but saw Dryad's legs tremble twice.

Then the Dryad suddenly fell to hef knees on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Ah, no, no~"

She covered her face with one hand, her eyes slightly frosty, and looked at Aya with a dazed and charming look.

"My lady, you are so mean." Dryad whispered, and this ominous look made Aya's heart skip a beat.

"Well, mistress." The Elven Dragon, who knew the habits of Dryads, couldn't help but interrupt, "Dryads are plants, flowers, how should I put it... their more sensitive parts..."

In the game, the damage done by attacking the wreath on a Dryad's head would be doubled. The reason is this!

"Well, I'll climb up the tree and take a look at the tree house first." Aya wanted to escape from the scene awkwardly; this time she suffered the consequences of her lack of education.

"Madam, do you want to climb the tree?" Dryad showed an expression that looked very excited.

"I'm not trying to climb a tree, I'm trying to, oops!" Aya used [Teleport] to escape into the tree house.

"I am pure, I don't understand, I don't understand!" After mumbling a few words, Aya quickly jumped onto the bed, took out a quilt from the prop bar, and wrapped herself in it.

Ten minutes later.

"My lady, you should be asleep now." Said the Elven Dragon.

"Yes, it can be seen that the lady mistress was very sleepy just now." Dryad replied to him. She was still using the spiritual tree to create, planting one Emerald Spirit Tree after another by the lake.

Aya had indeed fallen asleep, but she had not yet noticed that she had become more sleepy than before. This was an effect of the change in species.

The Mother Goddess of Life, as the queen of primitive monsters, is huge and quite sleepy. Aya is inevitably affected by this characteristic.

In addition, tree houses are given priority when considering residence because of the characteristics of the Elven race.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The Elven Dragon looked at the Dryad and couldn't help but speak.

It was not a question or doubt, just an expression of emotion towards the other party's behavior.

[Vision interference][Audio interference][Reality distortion][Anti-reconnaissance][Avoidance of arrows]...

After planting enough spiritual trees, Dryad began to cast buffs and barrier magic on the area.

At the same time, her body began to become more and more illusory.

The Mother Goddess of Life possesses the power to create summoned creatures that exist permanently, but neither the Elven Dragon nor the Dryad were created using that special skill.

They are just products created by high-level monsters. They are consumables that cannot restore MP and will disappear when the time limit or HP reaches zero.

"I've run out of MP." Dryad's tone was unusually relaxed.

Both catalysis and spirit tree creation were powerful skills that consumed a large amount of MP. In fact, her MP had already been exhausted.

"So you used [Life Sacrifice] to convert HP into MP?" The Elven Dragon narrowed his eyes.

"We will all disappear sooner or later. Instead of vanishing meaninglessly over time, we might as well use our lives to do something beneficial for the Lady Mistress." Dryad said as she continued to cast magic.

"Well, I'll probably stop here." Dryad turned around and showed a satisfied smile. At the same time, her body, starting from her toes, turned into pieces of light particles and dissipated.

"Then, the job of keeping watch for the Mistress and Mother will be left to you." These were the last words left by the Dryad.

"What an idiot." The Elven Dragon sighed softly as he looked at the empty grass in front of him.

Since he was born, he had been calculating how long he could survive. Before Aya woke up, he would probably disappear.

"Then leave the task of guarding until the time is up to me."

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When the time came, the Elven Dragon raised its head, realized that its body was slowly becoming illusory, and shook its head helplessly.

Although he was reluctant to disturb the Mistress's sleep, for safety reasons, he decided to wake her up. The Elven Dragon raised its head and wanted to launch a dragon roar.

"No need." A soft and graceful voice came into his ears, and the Elven Dragon realized that two hands were gently stroking his scales.

'Is it the Mistress? No, ah, so that's how it is.'

The relieved Elven Dragon laid down peacefully on the ground, enjoying the caress.

"Thank you for your hard work. From now on, Mother, leave your protection to us."

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"Let me tell you a story." Such a voice echoed in Aya's ears.

"Story?" When Aya opened her eyes, she found herself drowning in an ocean. There was nothing around her, and it was pitch black. However, it was not scary. Instead, it was surprisingly warm, so warm that it made her feel at ease.

"This is a mother's story." The soft voice continued, and the scene in front of Aya changed.

That was the beginning of the world. A mother was born from the ocean. She created the gods, who were her children. She loved them more than herself. However, her children turned their spearheads against their mother for the domination of the world.

The mother was heartbroken, and when she went mad, she created eleven new monsters and led them to fight against the gods.

But in the end, she failed. Her children abandoned her and exiled her to the imaginary space to endure endless loneliness.

The mother is unnecessary, her children judged so, because the new order and ecosystem have been established, so there is no need for her to randomly create life.

Now she is nothing more than a hindrance for children to gain knowledge about this planet.

The Mother Goddess, who was abandoned after the creation of the world, drifted in the world, holding twisted hatred and love, waiting for the opportunity, eager to return to her children.

Finally, she waited for an opportunity, and at a singularity where even time, space, and logic were distorted, she returned to this world, carrying with her hatred, disgust, and sadness for being used and discarded.

She declared war on the life that declared "We don't need you anymore", allowed herself to be driven by the primitive instinct of hatred, and used her power to change the world's ecosystem. She cursed herself to "destroy the old world."