Chapter 1 Protecting Microorganisms

Sen no Yōsei Hans stood speechless, at a loss.

He could promote animal protection, not only refusing to eat meat himself, but also demanding that others not eat meat either—any vehicle transporting livestock would be blocked and smashed, and any store selling meat would be burned down.

He could also promote plant protection, ensuring that everyone didn't eat vegetables grown in fields (because cultivation is a form of oppression against plants), but only ate fruits from trees in the forest that could regenerate and wouldn't damage seeds.

But how could he protect microorganisms? Every second, billions of invisible bacteria are born and die, and with every movement, countless microorganisms perish.

There was simply no way to protect them!

Unless he died on the spot, becoming a petri dish for microorganisms. Only in this way could he both avoid harming microorganisms and allow them to return to their original, natural lives.

But dying was out of the question.

When ordinary people awakened to become natural spellcasters, not only would their life essence change, but their personalities and minds would sometimes also undergo drastic transformations.

Hans had just experienced the joy of possessing extraordinary power, so how could he willingly commit suicide on the spot?

He wasn't stupid.

"Uh, I think in the current environment, we should set some more realistic goals,"

Hans stuttered a few words, then inexplicably boosted his momentum, and said to Li Ang, "Wait, you're just an Eastern monk standing with these forest butchers, what right do you have to point fingers at me?

Do you think your nonsense can disrupt my thoughts and affect my plans?

Impossible!

My will is as firm as steel, my fighting spirit is surging, and my life is but firewood in the face of a great mission.

Since you dare to suggest it, then I'll let you try it yourself, the taste of being a petri dish for microorganisms!"

Before his threat was finished,

Li Ang had already slammed his foot on the ground, sending fallen leaves flying, and his figure, cloaked in a red sweater, shot out like lightning.

In that split second, Hans's heart pounded like a drum, alarm bells rang in his head, and everything before him slowed down.

He slowly moved his arm, and the tall treant connected to him mimicked his action perfectly, crossing its arms in front of him.

The wind howled,

The treant's arms blocked Hans and Gretel, and the light instantly dimmed,

In the enclosed space, only the rapid, terrified breathing of the two children could be heard.

"Boom!"

A cracking sound rang out, and Hans, still with his arms crossed in front of his chest, instinctively cried out in pain—a deep, dark red scar had inexplicably appeared on his arm.

"Crack—"

The sound of breaking wood echoed endlessly, the treant's sturdy, thick arm, as solid as a city wall, was actually cut off by a giant scythe!

The long scythe blade, drawing a crescent arc in the air, didn't lose momentum, cutting through the ground, silently severing the scattered fallen leaves and dead wood.

The light of the setting sun fell on the blade, dyeing it a bloody red,

The next second, Li Ang's figure was reflected in Hans's retina,

And the crescent scythe rested on the necks of him and Gretel.

"Gulp."

Unconsciously, Hans swallowed, and the slightly moving Adam's apple came into contact with the scythe's sharp blade, instantly cutting a visible gash.

Blood flowed out, sliding down his neck, and his throat seemed to taste the cold wind through the wound.

At this moment, Hans once again felt the soul-freezing terror—just like a day ago, when he was disemboweled by a forest monster and saw his own organs being dragged out.

"You said, what?"

Li Ang, with the scythe resting on the necks of Hans and Gretel, smiled and sized up these two brats, "You want me to become a petri dish for microorganisms?"

He leaned down and lightly placed his hand on Hans's shoulder.

Crack, crack, crack—

A continuous series of dense bone fractures rang out, and Hans screamed, his face pale as he knelt on the ground.

Gretel next to him looked anxious, her palms clenched tightly.

The previously immobile, arm-broken treant roared and swung its two branch arms, smashing them down with immense force,

From the pile of withered yellow leaves under Gretel's feet, several tree roots suddenly rose up, rushing towards Li Ang's head and limbs like poisonous snakes,

In the dense canopy above, millions of leaves turned into a rainstorm, tearing through the air and falling straight down.

Li Ang's expression didn't change, he activated the ethereal effect of the Phase Boots, turning his figure into a phantom, allowing the treant's arms, roots, and leaves to pass through his transparent body.

At the same time, on the back of his gloved hand, the god's mark flashed, and formless, intangible divine power spread out.

Gretel instantly realized that she had directly lost control of the surrounding forest, unable to control even a single fallen leaf, let alone the giant treant kneeling on the ground.

"What's, happening?"

This thought flashed through Gretel's mind, and before she could even feel fear or despair, she saw several tree branches reverse direction and stab straight at her,

Binding her and her brother's hands and feet, suspending them high in the air, with their hands and feet behind their backs, and an apple stuffed in each of their mouths.

Everything happened in a flash,

When Li Ang released the Swamp God's power, driving the surrounding forest trees to completely trap Hans and Gretel,

The withered yellow leaves that had been kicked up by his stepping only just fluttered to the ground.

Carpenter Hornberg was perhaps the first to react. Seeing his two children trapped in the air, he hurriedly said to Li Ang, "Monk, please don't hurt my children."

"Heaven has a virtue of loving life, and monks are compassionate. This poor monk is so benevolent, how could he possibly harm children?"

Li Ang nodded and said to Hans and Gretel, "How about this, I'll give you a slight punishment,

You break off both your hands, both your feet, and your head, and I'll let you go, so you can return home and reflect on your mistakes."

???

Breaking off hands and feet is one thing, but what's the point of cutting off your head? If you don't have a head, what mistakes can you reflect on?

Carpenter Hornberg was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned his pleading gaze towards the forest witch.

The witch only felt a dryness in her throat and lowered her head, not daring to speak at all—Hans and Gretel might not be as strong as her in terms of overall strength, but seeing how easily this Eastern monk had killed them, dealing with her would probably be a matter of minutes.

At this moment, the witch's mind was only filled with how she could find an opportunity to sneak away.

"Is there any way,"

Li Ang turned his head, his cold gaze sweeping towards the forest witch who hoped to have invisibility or be able to burrow underground, and asked indifferently, "to make a natural spellcaster lose their ability?"