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"Angela, watch your words! You are a druid apprentice, a child of life destined to follow the Will of Nature, you are..."

I was stunned for a moment, then said to the teacher with utmost respect, "Excuse me, but what the hell are you talking about?"

... My teacher transformed himself into a deer, charged wildly into the woods, and broke off his own antlers.

After a while, I finally stopped having to put up with the nagging of these lunatics.

--Because I became a Druid Mourner.

Oh shit.

I swatted away a wolf that was stealing lambs from the pasture, kicked a robbing orc to death, nailed the totem of a withered shaman to their leader's forehead, and then smashed the giant's skull, sending his brains flying everywhere.

That felt great.

My teacher, seeing that I wouldn't turn into a destroyer, confidently left me to fend for myself. Because if I stayed in the cult, I'd always find myself beating up his husky... it's just that the husky is so stupid, it keeps scratching my pillow! Besides, my teacher said he didn't want to break off any more of his deer antlers; it hurts.

I suspect I was forced into becoming Mourner by those old druids!

But it feels so good to never have to milk cows again!

With the certificate of being a martyr's family member and the letter of introduction from the Druid sect, I successfully joined the Federation Magitech Corps and lived a very comfortable life. After several missions, I gained the appreciation of the Marshal of the Magitech Corps. I also became friends with another female warrior in the corps, her name was Alessia, and she was an amazing mecha warrior. I could finally make friends with humans instead of being forced by my teacher to chat with sleepy tree people, fight with squirrels for pine cones, and groom each other with baboons!

I absolutely love Alessia! She even taught me how to do heavy metal smoky eye makeup!

The marshal later transferred me to a part-time job at the Federation prison, and I found myself happier. I was no longer swayed by the withering forces of nature, and that constant urge to hit someone no longer had to be suppressed; instead, I had a legitimate outlet for my anger.

A nightclub actually invited me to torture people?!

Wow, these city folks are so clever! They can make money just by whipping their customers. Because I know the Druid's Natural Healing Spell, no matter how badly I torment my customers, I don't need to stop and throw them in a doctor or carry them for emergency treatment. I can handle it all myself. And every customer who's covered in blood in my private room always walks out looking perfectly fine. I even practiced healing magic, so it's a win-win situation.

So my value has been increasing, and I'm even attracting foreign tourists who come specifically to see me...

Hmm... money is so easy to make.

But after a while, I got bored with it because these guys were just asking for trouble. To be honest, I wasn't interested in them. It's like when I was in prison; I never got to interrogate the prisoners who confessed readily. That was so boring. I only interrogated the hardened criminals who were impossible to get to the bottom of things. The tougher they were, the better, because that was where I could have a lot of fun.

Sigh... My teacher calls to criticize me all the time, but I never pay attention to that old man. I'm lucky I didn't become a destroyer. These prisoners are contributing to world harmony. They perfectly saved the sanity of a druid Mourner and should feel honored.

Then my teacher stopped calling me. He said he was afraid of getting so angry that he would become Mourner himself.

I have witnessed destruction, I have seen evil, and I know that evil thoughts linger in the shadow of every tall building, but I still want to persevere and be a guardian while they shine... Perhaps the moment I learned of my parents' sacrifice as an infant, it was destined that I would become a Mourner.

This year has been exceptionally smooth for me. Besides Alessia, I've made two new friends, both dark mages, and a pair at that. In the past, the elders in my sect would always shake their heads and sigh, saying that if a dark mage lived somewhere, the number of rangers needed would increase fivefold—because dark mages like to conduct dangerous experiments and litter the waste everywhere, severely polluting the environment. However, the two dark mages I know are very kind, especially the one named Ciprins Field. He's low-key, humble, and possesses a strong sense of justice and responsibility; he's also very kind-hearted. I had Lusien bring him into my sphere of influence. Such a good mage has been wasted for years by that fat vice-dean!

No, no, I can't smoke my peers.

The only problem is that his partner is a bit childish, constantly clinging to him and showing off their affection. I suspect he's a pufferfish—you know, those disgusting creatures where the male and female stick together, and eventually the male grows onto the female—I was the one who delivered one of those, and after that, I grasped the Will of Destruction and became Mourner. I really want to ask my teacher: Those creatures are already intertwined, why do they need to be delivered? Only mammals need to be delivered, okay? Seriously, what a load of rubbish!

... Later, I caught that pufferfish and braised it. Although it looked disgusting, it tasted pretty good.

His partner, who loved to cling to him and act spoiled, was the infamous "Evil Shadow Manipulator," a dark mage with a record of killing a thousand people—or rather, a thousand "half-orcs."

But as Mourner, my keen sense of decay and death tells me that my quiet and gentle mage friend is no "safer" than his renowned partner. I can even feel the power of death emanating from him at all times—although he suppresses it very well. Moreover... his body seems to be acting strangely, but I can't investigate any further because he is a great mage, and if I investigate any further, I will be caught!

But since he's full of energy now, it means that the thing on him... which might be a curse, isn't fatal, so that's fine.

--Sure enough, in the lower mine...

He... he... he's actually my idol—"Flame of Fury"! That legendary dark mage who unintentionally avenged my parents!

Ahhh--I can't control myself anymore! And he's treating me like a friend now... Ahhh! A friend! I want to spar with him! Although I definitely can't beat him... But hahaha, he used to be a junior mage in the Federation, and I can't wait to see what kind of expressions those people who bullied him—like Fatty Doug —will make. Just thinking about it...

Hahahaha!

I feel that the Will of Nature has been very kind to me. First, it gave me, a Mourner, a perfect outlet for my grief, then it helped me make several friends, and now, it has even allowed me to meet a stunning beauty!

Ah... why does my choice of words sound like those of the voyeurs I've interrogated?

But I really didn't know that the meticulous Speaker of the Federal Magic Council... was so sexy!

Hiss...

I watched with regret as the broadcast of "Machine Zealots" disappeared, the TV signal returned to normal, and it was another boring romance drama.

That body, soaked in sweat, is truly unforgettable! I can almost still picture him trembling in pain when I close my eyes, his pale skin tinged with a sickly red. Despite being tortured and wretched, he stubbornly bit his teeth to keep quiet, his lips bleeding, the blood making his skin appear even whiter and more delicate. And that suppressed sound, almost like a sob, was just... oh my... so perfect!

I really want to take him home and bully him myself!

I immediately used my intelligence network to investigate, and what I found was shocking. I never expected that this guy was such a morally corrupt person. He and Ciprins had just broken up not long ago, and I also discovered that this Speaker had deceived Ciprins quite a bit in his feelings. No wonder he fainted in the mine tunnels. I was busy chasing the cyborgs at the time and didn't pay much attention to their relationship.

Ciprins is a remarkably skilled dark mage. Even though I'm a druid, I have a strong urge to test my spells against him. Besides, he has a wonderful personality; he's an invaluable friend, and also my idol and benefactor... I thought for a moment, then looked at the intelligence in my hand—my agents told me this was all provided by Ciprins's former assistants. Speaking of this Federation Magic Council Speaker, those assistants were indignant, summarizing it as this guy being greedy, using Ciprins as a substitute for his beloved?