Sunlight filtered through the overlapping leaves, casting onto the forest, as the witch in a sheer long dress stuck out her tongue to lick her lips.
The flowers at this moment closed their buds, and the distant Silver Country, covered in thorns and floral fragrance, looked like a dreamlike fairyland under the sun.
A group of fluffy little animals of various races also stopped playing and hid in tree holes, sneakily sticking out their heads, seemingly muttering something.
All of this caused Old Green to completely fall into a crash and confusion; he couldn't believe—couldn't believe that his homeland was merely a virtual world, nothing but a vassal of this Hell-like planet.
If this were true, wouldn't it be too sad...
However, he looked toward the distant scene, felt the familiar magic power and taste in the air, and in the floral fragrance, he saw many adventurers camping around the Silver Country.
Something's not right; there's a discrepancy!
