(Thanks to Zizai Xin'an for the donation bonus chapter, 2/2.)
I'm burned out, brothers. Normal updates will resume for the next few days. Damn, I can't keep up this update pace anymore—I'm hallucinating.)
"Boohoohoo, no fragrance of flowers, no height of trees, I'm just a little blade of grass that no one cares about..."
The sad Nurgling sang as he wandered alone through the Garden of Nurgle.
He felt that nobody understood him now, especially Grandfather Nurgle, who simply did not love him at all!
At a time like this, he only wanted to find some neglected corner to hide himself away, then imagine whether Grandfather Nurgle would worry or be afraid without him.
Classic little kid logic. Those who knew, knew.
After the sad Nurgling had walked far enough through the Garden of Nurgle, he found a broken plague tree with a hollow in its trunk.
He crawled into the hollow, curled into a ball, and began savoring his sorrow alone.
But when a child ran away from home, their parents would definitely come looking for them.
Sure enough, the Chaos God Nurgle immediately sent his most trusted gardener, Horticulus Slimux, the Grand Cultivator, to find the sad Nurgling.
The Grand Cultivator was a one-eyed Daemon riding a gigantic daemon snail. He had a pair of wooden horns, and his skin was dry and stiff all over, like shriveled apple peel.
He was one of the Chaos God Nurgle's most trusted Daemons and was responsible for tending the Garden of Nurgle, which was why he was called the gardener.
The gardener and his daemon snail
The Garden of Nurgle and the gardener shared a kind of symbiotic relationship, so when the Chaos God Nurgle ordered the gardener to find that sad Nurgling, the gardener instantly pinpointed the Nurgling's location.