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Chapter 105: Chapter 78: Tree of Life (Please Vote)

“Your Majesty, what do you think of this Tree of Life?”

The Tree of Life, a sacred tree nurtured by the Treant Race with the powers of miracles.

Its ability is to randomly extract the excellent elements from the bloodline of the Tree Elves and then self-fertilize to produce the fruits of life (inside which are children).

“Outsourcing childbirth can reduce the trouble caused by pregnancy.”

Bailuo said, “I just wonder what the birth rate is like?”

Here, the shade of greenery is everywhere, with streams babbling around, the lake reflecting, and ripples shining, coupled with the magical forest adorned by the Tree Elves’ magic, giving Bailuo the illusion of being in a magical world.

Just a few months ago, Bailuo was still in the backward Middle Ages.

In the blink of an eye, he carved out such a place, and Bailuo was filled with emotion, “This place is truly a utopia.”

“The mysterious miracles are truly too wondrous.”

Grandfather Andrew was incredibly surprised; he said, “The birth rate of the Treant Race isn’t as high as Your Majesty might imagine.”

He understood the meaning of Bailuo’s phrase ’utopia.’

Unfortunately, Bailuo’s wish was ultimately not fulfilled.

According to Bailuo’s previous thoughts, since the Tree Elves had such a method of childbirth, they could dramatically increase the population.

Compared to others, Bailuo absolutely trusted his Tree Elves of the Miracle Race.

In that case, establishing a People of Yatun in managerial roles, with Tree Elves as the main populace, and Fairies everywhere in the social environment would be wonderful, wouldn’t it?

Here, one shouldn’t say Bailuo was biased toward the People of Yatun.

Actually, the nature of the Tree Elves isn’t suitable for being managers; they’re too easygoing.

‘Tree Elves are more suited to a leisurely life, practicing arms, learning Bloodline Magic, and when war comes, all Tree Elves are soldiers.’

Uncle and Grandfather Andrew both said that Tree Elves are suited to be soldiers, warriors, but not to be merchants or politicians; they don’t have such talents.

As for the Fairy Clan, there’s even less to say; they’re fairy-tale creatures, too naive by nature.

In a nutshell, they’re not ‘humans’; they lack the human cunning and the various filthy and dirty thoughts.

‘The People of Yatun don’t have them either, but at least they know how dirty others can be.’

This was the population structure Bailuo had envisioned for Yatun before, but now, the teacher fails before even setting out, a failure.

“Is the birth rate very low?”

“A Tree of Life can fertilize up to 100 Little Tree Sprites each year at most.”

The data here is unrelated to the mating ratio of males and females but rather that the Treant Race will abandon the ability to reproduce, allowing the Tree of Life to become the placenta for the entire race.

Otherwise, if men and women were still tasked with planting the Tree of Life, it would be too troublesome.

Not to mention anything else, the hurdle that ‘a Tree Elf’s gestation needs 20 years’ would be enough to make Bailuo spit up blood.

Now that the time has been shortened twentyfold, a Tree of Life produces 100 Little Elves, although fixed, it’s stable and does not fluctuate with the population numbers.

“Such a method has its pros and cons, but looking at it now, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.”

Currently, the Tree Elves’ population is too small, and adult Tree Elves who have already reproduced cannot plant another Tree of Life in a short time.

Compared to that, the yield of the Tree of Life is sufficient to satisfy everyone. “Can’t more of these ancient trees be planted?”

“We wish we could, Your Majesty.”

Grandfather Andrew said, “However, to cultivate a second Tree of Life, we need to wait for our Miracle Power to evolve to the second stage.”

The powers bestowed upon the Tree Elves by the Mysterious Dragon only allow them to awaken to the first stage.

The next stage, the Second Awakening, is an indefinite time away.

“The Miracle Race, unlike other miracles, evolves slowly and requires a lengthy period of time.”

Unless the Mysterious Dragon visits several times more, the Treant Race won’t evolve to the next stage for seven or eight years.

“In the next phase, we can cultivate more Trees of Life? How many?”

“At least five times more!”

That meant that in the second phase, there would be at least six Trees of Life, thus bringing an annual population increase of 600 Tree Elves.

“Hmm.”

Bailuo felt that having an extra 600 members of the Miracle Race in the population of Yatun each year was quite sufficient.

However, it took time for Tree Elves to grow from infancy to adolescence.

Yatun was in dire need of more people at the moment, and Bailuo was afraid he could not wait that long.

“Although during the period of the Tree Elves’ Descendants, we were similar to humans.”

“But now, it seems we have become a completely different form of life.”

Tree Elves’ Descendants could do whatever they liked, just like humans.

But after evolution, Tree Elves truly began to develop towards plant life.

With the Tree of Life starting to take over the reproductive capabilities of the Treant Race, this was surely beneficial for the nation and civilization.

But for the Tree Elves themselves, losing many of their physiological desires, it was unclear whether this was a good or bad thing.

However, it appeared that no one minded much.

After all, Tree Elves naturally had a tranquil disposition and considered things over years rather than days, so they were probably used to it.

“Let me discuss the next matter.”

Uncle spoke up, “The Miracle Power of the Treant Race is not weak, but after discussing with my older brother, relying solely on inherited power is not enough to be considered strong.”

“Therefore, they need to undergo more postnatal training!”

“Hmm.”

Grandfather Andrew nodded, “Fortunately, I have you, younger brother.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t know how to instruct them.”

Originally, they had no Miracle Power, but now that they did, the old man discovered that he still couldn’t match uncle in wisdom by the slightest.

This made Grandfather Andrew’s admiration for uncle reach an unimaginable level.

“Oh, it’s nothing, I just know a little, just a bit.”

“Yes, yes, a little, you know quite a bit.”

After concluding their mutual praise, Bailuo finally listened to the two elders outlining the planning scheme for the Tree Elves.

First, the optimization of Tree Elves began with uncle’s teachings.

Although they had grown stronger, Tree Elves were not an arrogant race; they were very humble.

Upon Awakening, they took politeness and grace to the utmost extreme.

However, for the new professions to be fully established would take some time. Uncle assured Bailuo that he already had inspiration, and within half a month at most, he would show results.

“Uncle, you really don’t need to work so hard.”

Bailuo felt that uncle was overexerting himself. He was also human, and of a considerable age, so he should be mindful of his rest.

“I’m fine, I know my own body.”

“In any case, leave this to me.”

In Yatun, uncle was absolutely a workaholic, who held himself to incredibly strict standards, always working whenever he had the time.

He was immensely talented, like a piece of wood that could grow on its own.

This wood would fall on Yatun’s weaknesses and, by the time it left, the gaps would be filled, allowing the bucket to hold more water.

Furthermore, uncle also suggested to Bailuo, “The changes in Yatun are beyond even my expectations.”

“I think we now have the qualifications to establish our own nation.”

Uncle hoped that Bailuo would establish a country soon, as this could greatly enhance the People of Yatun’s sense of national pride and cohesion.

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