Setting Fire to the Mountain, Spending the Rest of Your Life in Prison

On the other side, after logging off to calm down, Old Eggplant logged back in and suddenly realized that he seemed to have been overlooking a problem all along.

The flowers could attack humans, but in essence, they were still plants.

Even if they were hybrids of animals and plants, they were still living creatures.

As long as they were living creatures, they should be afraid of fire.

Besides, this was the Black Forest. Theoretically, the players didn't need to protect the forest at all. They could simply set it ablaze and be done with it.

Old Eggplant felt that his idea made perfect sense, so he discussed it with his previous companions.

"Holy crap, how did we not think of that earlier? Our brains must've short-circuited."

"Then here's the question: where are we going to find fire?"

"Great idea! Let's borrow some fire from the villagers and burn the whole thing clean!"

"This is the charm of an open world. When one way of playing doesn't work, there'll definitely be another way to cheese your way through!"

"Set fire to the mountain, spend the rest of your life in prison."

"Burn whatever you want. The Black Forest seems to have been caused by the Demon Tide in the first place. Burning a little shouldn't be a problem."

"Back home, we used to burn straw all the time. The ashes fell onto the ground and could even be used as fertilizer!"

With that thought, Old Eggplant immediately knocked on the door of the farmer's house, the only one in town that still had its lights on.

Night had already fallen over the Night Country. The bright moon hung high in the sky, looking no different from the moon on Earth.

But the players who had seen the "Demon Tide" knew