Brain bloom

Brain Blooming Author: Moon Crow

Summoned to the game world, and plants even sprouted on her head?! Luckily, she helps water them every day.

I also hope that my brain will blossom soon—and perhaps even bear fruit in the future?

"No, don't eat my strawberries!"

Volume 1 #000: The Source of World Destruction

The soft clicking of the mouse echoed incessantly on the balcony. Since there were no cars or people around today, the sound was so clear it was almost oppressive.

A well-defined male hand is holding a mouse, dragging an item one pixel at a time, and then dropping it on the ground.

The owner of this hand, Mori, is a fairly handsome man. Using the word "boy" to describe him wouldn't be quite right, as that would be much more immature than he actually is. But "young man" isn't quite accurate either; one could only say his age is somewhere in between.

His clean-cut face was expressionless, his eyes fixed on the game screen on his laptop. And every now and then, a soft sigh would escape his lips.

—After all, in just a few hours, the greatest scientific discovery humanity has ever made will become a reality.

Two days ago, those scientists who fantasize about the universe like a beautiful woman reached a conclusion that all of humanity could understand for the first time: a bunch of adorable meteorites are about to hit Earth. It's a plot almost identical to those in disaster movies, the only difference being that there are no heroes in this world.

After recognizing their own powerlessness, governments around the world issued notices to give up the struggle, telling everyone not to have any regrets in the end, but also not to hold on to any hope.

Like billions of other humans, Mori had despaired over this. But his habitually pessimistic mind still concluded that despair was useless. Before the end came, the only thing he could do was to make the most of his remaining time. So he simply logged into the game.

It's a niche fantasy MMORPG with high-quality gameplay, but unsurprisingly, it became a niche game due to its overly poetic name.

—"A Silent World, Searching for Miracles," commonly known as "The Silent World" by players.

What he was doing was, of course, letting all the hard work he had accumulated over the years go to waste.

His main character, specializing in combat, deliberately stayed at the end of the most difficult dungeon in the entire game, looking like he was about to open the gate and have a bloody battle with the hidden boss. Meanwhile, his alt character, responsible for life skills, business, and being cute, was throwing tons of gold coins, valuables, and costumes onto the ground.

Before doing all this, he had already used up all the server-wide horns, only to find himself all alone...

"I have great admiration for your company."

Mori muttered to himself, his aching hands continuing to throw money onto the ground.

"Even if the Earth is about to explode, you're still keeping the game running, so the money you spent before wasn't wasted."

This is the first time that I've felt respect for a game company.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have had the chance to spell out those two letters on the ground.

He threw a total of about 900 million gold coins, along with miscellaneous valuables, in-game items, and many near-perfect pieces of equipment, onto the ground, carefully arranging them into the letters "SB". This was all he could do before the apocalypse: mock the world about to be dramatically destroyed, and himself still playing the game.

After about ten minutes of throwing things away, Sen Shi's small package was now empty, except for a few items that he couldn't throw away.

Looking at the brilliantly displayed letters SB on the ground, he couldn't help but smile. If the world weren't about to end, these things that make up the letters could have sold for hundreds of thousands of RMB... After all, things are unpredictable.

After finishing this task, he felt a small sense of satisfaction.

"Alright! But I need to think about whether there are any other regrets."

Following this line of thought, Sen Shi slowly began to ponder. A few days ago, he had already completed the hidden quest "Starlight Moment," and he had already cleared all sorts of dungeons and monsters, but there was nothing else he wanted.

No regrets.

Shaking his head, Sen Shi opened the system interface with satisfaction, ready to log off and embrace the apocalypse.

But before clicking "Confirm," he couldn't help but imagine—what would happen if he couldn't log off and was stuck in "The Silent World" forever? Before he could even ponder this, the game closed with the click of the mouse…

this is the truth.

Sen closed his notebook and let out a long sigh.

He glanced at the sky again; perhaps because a meteorite was about to arrive, the evening glow was exceptionally rich and vibrant. He rubbed his stiff wrists, then got up, picked up the watering can, and watered the plants he had carefully tended for many years for the last time.

In the end, the scientists did the best thing they ever did, because the meteorite did indeed come to destroy the world, just as they had predicted—but even Mori, who was usually calm and collected, began to feel bewildered before he died.

Because those meteorites, seemingly drawn by some unseen gravitational force, had their original trajectories altered, and crashed down centered on him…

Volume 1 #001: The Princess with a Flower Crown

Someone is waiting for you.

The ghost, dressed in a white robe, whispered to the dazed Mori—

"So please wake up soon..."

He could vaguely make out the ghost's body, as dim as the night. But the clothes completely covered the ghost's body, making it impossible to see her appearance and figure. Only her voice could tell that she was a woman.

Mori's vision was very blurry, but he still stared at the ghost, because the ghost's conversation partner was undoubtedly him.

What happened?

He felt his body was strange; he was incredibly light, yet tormented by an unprecedented hunger that prevented him from even raising his hand or asking what was happening. But Mori's memories were complete; he knew he had definitely died under the meteorite.

But now, I've been awakened by a ghost.

In any case, it's good that I don't have to sleep with the ruins of reinforced concrete anymore.

This was a lush forest, shrouded in night. The absence of any sign of death proved it was not a place for the dead. As Sen Shi tried to understand his situation, another voice suddenly rang out.

"Are you leaving?"

“Hmm.” The ghost turned around and answered the questioner, “My dearest princess, this is the last thing I can do for you… The magic succeeded.”

The voices of the ghost and the person called the princess are very distinct.

The ghost's voice was like a flickering candle, as if it could be blown away by the night wind at any moment. But the princess she spoke to was so full of vibrant life. This contradiction made Mori feel that their conversation was more captivating than any symphony... even though he couldn't understand what they were talking about.

"What is the result of the magic of fate?" the princess asked eagerly.

“Fate has favored you. The one summoned must be our ancestor, for she has very healthy branches on her head. Princess, your choice was right, and I... can now depart in peace. May you walk this path in peace from now on.”

"Um……"

The princess's lowered voice carried a hint of bitterness.

Mori grew increasingly confused, but was frustrated by his inability to move his body. However, he gradually began to calmly analyze the situation. For example, he was lying on some flowers and plants, the fragrance of soil and vegetation was comforting, but he was still very hungry, so hungry that he couldn't move his entire body…

etc--

There were very healthy...twigs and leaves on its head? This detail caught his attention.

He did know of a similar setting, namely the race his alt character chose in "Silent World"—the "Four Seasons." This race is extremely close to nature, and they can occasionally obtain more materials when gathering, making them the first choice for life-oriented players.

Its defining characteristic is, of course, that it can grow flowers and grass on its head.

They were jokingly called the "brain-blowing race" by players at the time, and some even said that the flower was the real thing, and they were just human-shaped flower pots, so they were called the Flower Pot Race.

Thinking this, Mori gritted his teeth and, with all his might, finally moved his hand, then slowly reached towards his head. Sure enough, he felt the texture of vines and leaves... Instantly, he understood his situation; he was in the world of a game.

Even with his usual composure, Ke Senshi was still stunned as he straightened up. He was filled with amazement, not because he had ended up in a game world after death—in fact, that wasn't important. But another extremely terrible fact struck his heart like a shovel.

The alternate account he created at the time was a female account...

Mori closed his eyes, banishing everything from his mind, and poured out a silent prayer, hoping things wouldn't get so bad. But as he gritted his teeth and forced out a small, pained cry—"Ah!"—he collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted. If he hadn't made that sound himself, he would have praised it, thinking it was a sweet, girlish voice.

"I felt the malice of the world."

After a moment of silence, Mori didn't rush to complain, but instead tried to calmly consider the possibilities. Connecting this to the conversation between the princess and the ghost, he—she guessed—that her becoming like this might not be so simple.

Perhaps the commotion attracted the attention of the ghost and the princess, for the two approached. Mori hurriedly interrupted his thoughts, seeing the princess's appearance for the first time.

Her hair was a pale silver, like a crescent moon hanging high in the starry night. She was petite, her figure concealed by a long, elaborate robe, but her strikingly beautiful face was generously displayed. As for her age, she was probably fifteen, or perhaps a little older.

She walked over with the ghost beside her, slowly approaching Mori.

The princess kept her eyes fixed on Mori, and the closer she got, the more delighted she became.

"It seems our ancestor has awakened." The ghost was overjoyed.

"Hmm...it's really gratifying that it wasn't a corpse that was summoned." The princess pressed her chest, which was not rising and falling much, and let out a long breath, muttering to herself, "It's incredible that in this vast world, I have a fellow human being."

Judging from the situation, Mori realized that they were not enemies.

As he drew closer, Mori noticed something else: the princess wore a crown made of sixteen small flowers. Slender shoots also grew vigorously from the top of her head, resembling a full dandelion.

She was also a Four Seasons Player—however, Mori, who was extremely familiar with the game, couldn't connect her with any of the NPCs in "Silent World," let alone any other player.

At this moment, the ghost walked up to Morishi and actually knelt down on one knee, facing Morishi with her head. This was a noble etiquette only found in the "Land of Flowers," the kingdom established by the Four Seasons.

The ghost spoke, "Ancestor, please forgive our disrespect for summoning your weary soul here and disturbing your slumber. But we have a request of you..."

Mori wasn't listening; instead, she focused her mind on the identities of the two people. It was as if this had become a turning point; she vaguely realized that she seemed to have accomplished something.

[Level 100 - Harvest Festival].

The other party's information suddenly entered his mind. This was still a common way of expressing things in games, and Mori instantly realized that what he had learned in games could still be useful.

Level 100 means the maximum level, and the position of "Harvest Priest" is the most important high priest in the Kingdom of Flowers. If this were a game, given the level and status of the ghost before him, he would be the second most important person in the entire Kingdom of Flowers, and the most powerful in terms of strength.

Without exception, these positions are held by extremely terrifying natural magicians.

“You are, the Harvest Priest…” Mori managed to squeeze out the words.

“Yes! I am the 39th Harvest Priest of the Kingdom of Flowers.” The ghost was excited at first, but then his expression dimmed. “But now, our kingdom has been destroyed, and I am left with only a soul… It’s all meaningless now.”

Mori felt a chill run down her spine; this was very important news. After all, during her gaming days, she had done a lot of work for the "Land of Flowers" faction, which belonged to her alternate account, and the storyline was so great that she naturally felt a strong sense of immersion in it.

But the Kingdom of Flowers has now been destroyed?

"What awakened you was indeed my magic... I used my own existence to use the fate magic 'Twin Leaves's Cry.' I think you'll find it unfamiliar, right? After all, it's one of the fate magics created in modern times."

The princess, who had been standing nearby, also composed herself and stepped forward to explain:

"This magic can change the fate of the world, revive the dead, and destroy the world... But there are no such good things in the world. It always gives the user two opposing choices, such as saving the world or destroying the world."

This was something Mori didn't know, but she listened carefully, trying to figure out why she had been put into her alternate account.

“This time, for the sake of our homeland, we have decided to use this magic. And it gives us two choices—'summon a hero who can restore our country,' or 'summon the sinners who destroyed our homeland.'”

"But fate was on the princess's side."

As a result, when Mori was summoned, she immediately understood everything.

Since they had summoned not sinners, but compatriots with leaves on their heads, the two were naturally overjoyed. Weren't these the "heroes of restoration" ordained by fate? No wonder the princess kept calling him "ancestor" and smiled as brightly as the sun.

Since this is what awaits Mori, why not summon her main account? That powerful, perfectly equipped account that could easily dominate the world. Instead, she chose this alt account—especially since she'd thrown away everything that could have helped.