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The One Branch of The Tree

- Raka, an ordinary high school student, dies of exhaustion and is reincarnated with his entire class into a fantasy world. There, everyone receives a class and a blessing from the gods to start a new life. While his friends acquire powerful classes like knight, mage, healer, and assassin, Raka is given the class considered the weakest and most shameful: the One Tree Branch. - Considered a burden and a threat to the group, Raka was betrayed and hunted by his own friends on their first day of arrival. Cornered in the Forbidden Forest, a place known as a region full of monsters and death, Raka discovered his class' true ability: Devour Root, the power to absorb the attributes, energy, and even skills of anyone he kills. - Since then, his life changed completely. - To survive, Raka is forced to kill monsters, bounty hunters, and the people who hunt him. Each victory makes him grow stronger, while his class weapon slowly evolves from a lowly twig into an increasingly terrifying weapon. - In the midst of his struggle for survival, Raka meets Nara, a mysterious girl wielding two daggers who has her own agenda in the Forbidden Forest. Together with Nara, Raka enters the Core Zone, the mysterious center of the forest filled with ancient ruins, artifacts, and a dangerous organization called the White Council. - There, Raka discovers that his class resonates with a mysterious entity called the False World Tree, a giant tree that is the source of the anomalies in the Forbidden Forest. - The deeper he unravels the secrets of the False World Tree, the more it becomes clear that the One Tree Trunk class is not a failed class, but rather a forbidden fragment of the true World Tree-a power that has long been sealed away because it was thought to be capable of destroying the balance of the world. - Now Raka is at a crossroads: take revenge on his friends who betrayed him, or pursue the truth behind the World Tree fragment that is now directly connected to him. - But one thing is certain, the more power he absorbs, the closer he gets to something far more dangerous than death: losing himself and becoming the new vessel for the World Tree.
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Chapter 17

I woke up with pain all over my body, my back ached, my hands were sore, my body felt almost empty and my head felt like it had been hit by reality over and over again. 

Technically that wasn't far from the truth, I sat down slowly our hiding area this time was in a narrow rock crevice quite hidden by roots and wild bushes. 

It wasn't comfortable but compared to almost being killed by the Winged Executioner yesterday my comfort standards had dropped drastically, a small fire was burning in front of Nara who was sitting cleaning her dagger again. 

I'm starting to think he has a very healthy emotional relationship with guns.

“Morning,” I said hoarsely.

Nara glanced at me.

“You sleep like a corpse.”

I nodded.

“Professional experience.”

He ignored the joke rudely, I saw the status.

Name: Lock

Class:

World Tree Trunk Fragment

Level 18

Weapon:

World Thorn Sword

Condition:

Fatigue,

mild Mana depletion

Skill:

World Root Devour

Ember Slash

Root Snare

Nature Assimilation

Root Domain

Corrupted Burst

Corruption Resistance

Beast Vitality

Still alive, still intact, mostly pretty good.

Quest appears automatically.

Quest:

Survive 7 days in the Forbidden Forest

Progress:

Day 6/7

Time remaining:

18:42:11

Reward pending.

The last day finally, I stared at the countdown like a thirsty person watching a slightly emotional drink advertisement.

“I’m almost free,” I muttered.

Nara looked at me.

“Don't speak too fast.”

The universe seemed to have a hobby of punishing my optimism, I stood up slowly and stretched.

“Plans for today?”

Nara put her dagger back in.

"Endure."

Simple, elegant, traumatic we left the hideout after a simple breakfast of some wild fruit and water, a survival menu. 

The forest felt quieter today, unlike the usual sounds of monsters, roars, movement or at least an air of threat. 

Now? Almost nothing, I frowned.

“It's too quiet.”

Nara nodded.

“Monsters stay away.”

“From what?”

He didn't answer right away, which was a very bad omen. A few minutes later, I got my answer. We arrived at a small cliff overlooking the lower forest area, where the monsters were gathered. 

Dozens? No, hundreds. 

Various types of monsters moved in one direction like migrating or fleeing, I stared at the scene.

“Oh.”

I don't like oh like this.

“They're running away from something,” I said.

Nara nodded.

“Yes.”

“Executioner?” I asked.

“No,” he replied.

Worse was incredible, I stared at him.

“How could there be a worse answer than the Executioner?”

Nara pointed into the distance, I followed her finger and saw on the horizon the silhouette of a giant black tree. 

No, not a tree, but something resembling a walking tree with roots like enormous legs, much larger than a normal monster. I could feel its aura of corruption even from here.

A notification appears.

Regional threat detected.

Corrupted Colossus

Threat level: Disaster

Recommendation:

Avoid contact.

Thank you for the very sensible suggestion system. The problem is that the giant monster is moving towards us, of course I'm watching the countdown.

17:58:03

It's still too long. Why does one day feel like a century? I rubbed my face.

"Okay."

“I have a question.”

Nara looked at me.

“Was my life always like this?”

“I guess.” A painfully honest answer.

We move immediately. 

The goal is simple: get as far away from the Colossus as possible. 

Execution? Probably a bummer. 

We jumped from rock to rock, heading deeper into the hilly area, but the ground shook again. The monster was moving too fast for something the size of a building to move, I looked back. 

A very bad decision Colossus was getting closer now its shape was clearer its huge body like a combination of tree trunk, rotting flesh, and black roots, dozens of red eyes glowing on its main trunk.

“Why do the appearance of monsters in this world always attack mental health?” I muttered.

Nara stopped suddenly I almost hit her.

"What?"

Before us was a deep, wide ravine, impassable by normal traffic. The map's design was incredibly hostile, and I could see no paths left or right.

Countdown:

16:41:29

The Colossus was getting closer, Nara stared at the abyss while thinking quickly then at me.

"Can you build a bridge?"

I blinked.

"With what?"

He saw my sword. 

Oh yes the power of plants, I breathed.

“No pressure.”

I advanced to the edge of the cliff raising the World Thorn Sword mana flowed out, Root Domain activated to its maximum all the roots in the area responded. 

A large root emerged from the side of the ravine, extending to connect the two sides, forming a crude, inelegant, but functional root bridge. I nearly fainted after the brutal mana drain.

“Go!” I said.

We immediately ran across the bridge, and halfway there, the Colossus arrived. The monster swung its giant root at us, and I turned around, feeling very cinematic and uncomfortable. 

The roots hit the side of the bridge cliff, it shook violently then cracked, we ran faster almost there

CRAAACK!

The back of the bridge broke, and I jumped off Nara as well. We landed hard on the other side, and the next second the entire bridge collapsed into the abyss. 

The Colossus stopped on the other side an angry roar echoed, the monster was too large to cross directly. 

Thank God for everything, I lay on the ground laughing tiredly back to life, of course.

Countdown appears.

15:57:12

Still fifteen hours, I wanted to protest formally then Nara sat beside me.

“We have to keep moving,” he said.

I covered my face with my hands.

“Can we at least pretend to take a five minute break?”

Nara thought.

“Two minutes.”

Negotiations were successful, I smiled a little. 

The sky was starting to turn orange. The final day wasn't over yet, it was still so long, and for some reason, I had a bad feeling. It wasn't about the Colossus, it wasn't about the monsters, but about what awaited me after this quest was over. 

Because I know one thing: once I leave the Forbidden Forest… the real trouble may just begin.

[END CHAPTER 17]

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