Chapter 243

Meanwhile, after someone left in a hurry, the forum remained lively.

Akina Mountain Speed continued, "Hahaha! As long as he turns into a woman, he won't be able to harm those cute and charming elf ladies. When I get in there, all those elf ladies will be mine... and if necessary, even *she* will be mine! (Joking)"

Screenshots, screenshots. Akina Mountain Speed, with a flick of his hand, posted several more screenshots of beautiful elf ladies from before, who were otherworldly in their beauty.

The netizens present were all stunned. That "she" seemed quite profound! As expected of Patrick Star, who calculates everything flawlessly – not only did he meticulously set up a reversal, which was incredibly brilliant, but he also had a hidden backup plan, having even accounted for this step!

An Embroidery Needle: "Holy cow! Who's driving this car! I want to get off, this isn't the way to kindergarten!"

Cute Girl's Request: "Hahahahahahaha, truly an old driver from Akina Mountain. I've already secretly welded the car doors shut; nobody's getting off today! (He's laughing maniacally.jpg)"

Haruko Loves Learning: "Terrifying! Is this the passionate bromance between men? (Joking)"

Cute Girl Wants to Evolve into a Dragon: "Personally, I think this is totally normal! Mumu sells 'farewell chickens' all day to make money, selling who knows how many chickens. Now it's just the reverse: after being decisively treated as a 'chicken,' he's just paying his dues. It's perfectly reasonable. (Joking)"

Whoosh! A cool breeze swept through. The verdant, mottled tree trunk pierced the sky, with seventeen Life Fruits hanging at its highest point, containing endless plant energy.

Currently, the Night Elves numbered just over three hundred. These seventeen fruits had been gestating for nearly a hundred years, holding new elves about to be born on this land. To take seven at once would pain even the Life Ancient Tree!

However, it was aware that this strange plant life might indeed be able to reincarnate in a peculiar form, turning back into a seed...

Whoosh! A terrifying pressure suddenly bore down on him.

"Strange Rebirth Ancient Tree, do you know what a great cost this will be for me!"

Mumu, almost crushed to the ground, spoke with difficulty again, "You can only choose this, otherwise we will all die. And I will become your guardian spirit; you will suffer no loss, and may even gain a special, powerful elf to join your tribe."

"Time is running out."

After a long silence high above, a reply suddenly came, and then there was no further sound.

Mumu instantly revealed a look of pleasant surprise. "It worked! Exactly as I thought! This is the Night Elf crisis, and also my only chance to rise. At this moment, I'm taking the opportunity to ruthlessly extort it, and it can only be forced to agree."

He didn't rush, but immediately returned to the warehouse and committed suicide.

Once, twice, thrice. He regenerated again and again until he had completely exhausted the vast regeneration energy the elf tribe had left for him.

He knew that he likely wouldn't be in this form for a while afterward, so he wanted to leave as many seasonings as possible. The warehouse was filled with bizarre humanoid plant corpses of the Seven Marvelous Treasure Tree, stacked haphazardly like in a firewood shed.

Screenshots, screenshots.

"Goodbye, my youth." He took off running, quickly heading towards the Eternal Ancient Tree of Night Elf Life.

"After the war is settled, I will commit suicide and resurrect from an ordinary hero's altar, returning to my Seven Marvelous Treasure Tree form and discarding my cross-dressing elf form."

Tap, tap, tap! Accompanied by light footsteps, a dappled, bright sunlight, fragmented and dense, illuminated his peculiar, crab-like scuttling gait.

Whoosh! Soon, with the help and collaborative research of the Life Ancient Tree, he successfully set his resurrection point inside a Life Fruit that had condensed the energy of seven fruits. Then, he committed suicide on the spot.

In the Rebirth Altar. In a small, hazy, white space thick with energy, a seed quickly began to grow and gestate, but it no longer developed into the peculiar form of the Seven Marvelous Treasure Tree. Instead, it seemed to fuse the bloodlines of elves and the Seven Marvelous Treasure Tree, becoming an entirely new life form.

To draw a metaphor, this state was like a pear grafted onto an apple tree, absorbing the apple tree's inherent nutrients to grow.

Whoosh. The fruit landed on the ground. A small infant quickly emerged, and a slender human form gradually gestated and grew, revealing exquisite beauty, a graceful figure, and a distinct difference from other elves.

She was born at Rank 4 and rapidly developing, quickly transforming into a breathtakingly beautiful woman.

"Just like usual, I matured almost instantly." She quietly sensed her abilities, already possessing Rank 5 power, as if she were a powerful demon born into the world.

"My seven plant flavors have evolved, transforming into various physical abilities. The spicy flavor became a lethal spice, its heat likely far surpassing any chili on Earth, capable of burning living beings to death. This would be extremely useful in battle for large-scale damage."

Pepper spray is made from chili water; spraying it on the skin causes redness, and in the eyes, it can send someone to the hospital. Yet, that's considered a relatively low level of spiciness. Some chili peppers with millions of Scoville units, like ghost peppers, can be lethal, let alone this even more potent version?

"My fermented stinky tofu has transformed into a symbiotic, highly toxic fungus. It can be smeared on weapons to quickly infect and kill people."

It's worth noting that fermented fungi can be either highly toxic or non-toxic. In ancient warfare, soldiers were often instructed to smear their own feces on weapons before battle to cause wound infections, leading to decay and death. This situation was quite similar.

"...My garlic paste ability, with its sterilizing effect, has become even more pronounced. It also possesses plant vitality energy. When applied, wounds won't rot, it disinfects and sterilizes, heals wounds, and even serves as the sole antidote to the stinky tofu-flavored poison."

She assessed each of her new demonic abilities, put on clothes, and strode out.

She suddenly stopped, looked down at the nearby pool, where sunlight dappled the water, reflecting her slender shadow. She had emerald green hair, fair, exquisite skin, a resolute face, and deep, eagle-sharp eyes.

"An interesting and powerful elf, possessing so many abilities."

The Life Ancient Tree of the Night in the sky was also astonished by this peculiar and unique elf. She far surpassed ordinary elves; perhaps she truly had the qualifications to become a hero of the elven race.

Finally, a distant, ancient voice slowly resonated, "Every newborn elf's birth is named by me, their mother tree. I name you... Yumia."

Yumia, in the elven tongue, means guardian, or sentinel. This perfectly fit the current plight of the Night Elf tribe, which needed a powerful elven hero to guard and save them.

"You bear the mission of our Night Elf tribe. You carry potent poisons, lurking in darkness and shadows like an assassin, to write the future anthem for our Night Tribe. Your title shall be..." The voice paused, "...Song of Shadows."

"Go forth, change the entire situation, our Night Elf hero, Yumia, Song of Shadows."

Countless years later, future generations would turn the pages in libraries, discovering the beginning of this historic and eternal moment in *The Chronicles of Yumia, High Elf*, yet it was recorded very simply:

In the 131st year of the Divine Creation Era, the Night Elf tribe suffered an invasion. The legendary elven hero Yumia was born, emerging from the Hero's Altar.