Representative Magic Plants and Jungles, and Those Who Pursue Form Cannot Enter My Door!

With the death of the last elven ruler of the entire world, the whole world descended into chaos.

Summers were no longer long; winter took their place, and the world's resources dwindled. Yet the most terrifying thing was that the imitations of Great Magic: Tree of Prosperity demanded constant change and progress from individuals. External resources had diminished, but those demands for progress had not eased at all. As a result, the various "Trees of Prosperity" began continually punishing certain elves, forcing them to honor their contracts.

In an abandoned elven city, a level-five Elven Swordsman stared in terror at a "Tree of Prosperity" Treant that had gone mad. With far too many elves across the world violating its demands, that "Tree of Prosperity" had actually transformed into a Treant. Driven by Forest Ranger magic, it began moving about, demanding that others improve and change themselves.

The "Tree of Prosperity" Treant pointed at the Elven Swordsman. "Will you change or not?"

Before the Elven Swordsman could react, he saw the Treant's enormous palm slam toward him.

The demonic trees born from the "Tree of Prosperity" Treants were actually hunting down and coercing every elf.

Meanwhile, in another town, an Elven Swordsman had personally killed an elderly elf. He saw an enormous tree's shadow appear behind him. It was a crooked tree, with a rusty iron chain wrapped around its branches, seemingly left behind by elves who had tried to restrain this "Tree of Prosperity" Treant.

The Treant looked at the Elven Swordsman who had killed the elderly elf. Knowing he had violated imperial law, the swordsman released his elven longsword. It fell to the ground with a clear clang. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I—"

"I only snapped because you pushed me too far. I just wanted to steal