Planeswalker-Tibalt

Tibalt walked through the streets of Yomong, lined with age-old charm and beauty.

Though his appearance drew all manner of stares from passersby,

his steady mindset kept him from caring about such trivial matters.

At this time point,

eleven full years had passed since he had successfully arrived at the World Tree.

During that time, he had traveled through Realms large and small.

Over the course of those years, he had also thoroughly figured out the situation of the World Tree.

He was no longer as clueless as he had been back then, blind to everything.

For example: there truly were some extremely troublesome native powerhouses here!

It had to be said that their existence was a tremendous obstacle to Tibalt, who was dedicated to tormenting all Lifeforms.

After all,

following this period of firsthand investigation,

this antisocial individual, Tibalt, had fallen deeply in love with the World Tree!

Every Realm here possessed a different structure and ecosystem, like entirely distinct independent worlds.

For a Planeswalker constantly exploring the mysteries of various worlds, this was truly something well worth studying.

Beyond that, this marvelous natural environment also made Tibalt yearn to burn everything here into scorched ruins!

Only that could satisfy the deep-seated sadistic desire within him!

Thus,

those troublesome native powerhouses truly got in Tibalt's way!

Even, in order to keep too many eyes from noticing him, although Tibalt did not conceal his identity as a Planeswalker,

he had carefully hidden his evil nature.

Like a harmless traveler, he continually moved through the various Realms, conducting all sorts of seemingly harmless investigations and research.

As a result,

while his name had spread through certain regions of the World Tree, no one—including the ruling Scoti Pantheon here—took him too seriously.

After merely exchanging some information with him and satisfying some