Idle game leads to another world.

Chapter 25 Vision
In the vision, the druid saw countless golden lines hanging from the sky and connecting to every person.

That is the thread of fate. Legend has it that the other end of the thread is in the hands of the god of death and the god of fate.

The druid paid no attention to the other lines, but stared intently at the line connecting the holy emblem and the dove.

Suddenly, he felt his vision sink, as if he had plunged into cold water.

His vision quickly moved upward along that unique line of destiny, as if in an instant he had flown out of the woods and into the sky, where he could even see the curved horizon in the distance, until he had flown out of the entire planet.

He saw the stars twinkling in the dark void, but that unique thread of fate showed an unparalleled presence that could not be ignored.

The druid took a deep breath, then reached out and touched the thread of fate.

This time, the thread of fate took him through the stars at a rapid speed, and huge planets appeared and disappeared as if riding on his vision, until the planets shrank into a ball behind him, and then turned into a galaxy that was too large for his eyes to contain.

At this moment, guided by the thread of destiny, he plunged into the chaotic nebula, and the light mist of constantly changing colors flashed rapidly before his eyes.

He knew that this was the wall of the world, the Phlogiston Sea.

In the changing light mist, he saw towering mountains and cascading waterfalls, and the cry of cranes seemed to be right beside his ears. But the next second, he saw a spaceship that could sail in the void emitting colorful beams of light, and countless people disappeared in the void.

His head was about to explode, and all the images that he could understand and could not understand were flashing in the light fog.

When he came to his senses, he saw countless crackling lightning bursting towards the depths of chaos. There seemed to be some pattern, but this was beyond the druid's understanding.

The golden thread of destiny was right beside him. The druid knew clearly that the Demon King was at the other end of the thread and he was only one step away from the truth.

Even though the scene he just saw was enough to destroy the Druid's worldview and make him realize that this god was definitely not someone who could be easily spied on, for the sake of the forest and the tribe, the Druid could not retreat!
He placed his hand on the golden thread of destiny again, and in an instant, his vision plunged into the depths of chaos.

In the hazy lightning and endless chaos, he seemed to see a pair of glowing eyes and heard the crisp sound of 'click, click'.

The sound was deafening, and every blow hit his heart, causing his brain to go blank.

The druid knelt unconsciously, even though the eyes were not looking at him. But like an ant noticing that there was a terrifying and huge creature like an elephant beside him, his worldview was torn to pieces in an instant, and his reason screamed.

What is that sound?
arms?

Some kind of machinery?

Or a toy?

The druid suddenly realized that to this god, whether it was mortals, other gods, or even the entire world, they were all just playthings in his hands.

God does not play games unless the game is one he created.

The druid regretted it and prayed that the memories in his mind would disappear. He shouldn't have seen such a horrible scene, and he shouldn't have delved into the truth of the world.

When his consciousness was almost destroyed, the druid noticed that the pair of eyes glowing in the chaos were looking in his direction...

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The tree elves present didn't dare to breathe, staring at the druid with bated breath. He seemed to have turned into a wooden man and didn't move an inch, maintaining the posture of reaching out to touch the holy emblem for more than ten seconds.

When using the talent of vision, although the user feels that a long time has passed, it is actually only a moment. There has never been such a long time of vision before.

Just as everyone was considering whether to push the druid to wake him up, the druid fell to the ground with a bang.

He was shaking all over, as if every inch of his flesh and blood was trembling. Sweat soon soaked his fur, and his eyes were filled with fear as if they had no focus.

No matter how others called his name, the druid did not respond until the elder tree elf took out a bottle of ointment from the cabinet behind him and applied it on the druid's temples and forehead. He seemed to slowly come back to his senses. His body was still shaking. The druid looked around and confirmed that he was really back, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"This god... no, this demon king is more powerful than any god I have ever seen. I cannot describe him in words, but I know that if he wants to destroy the Farthest Forest, it would be as easy as crushing a small insect."

"What exactly did you see?"

“Many, many images that I cannot comprehend.”

Druid covered his head:
"But I seem to have forgotten the most important thing. He is so great that my brain instinctively deleted that memory."

The tree elves looked at each other; this had never happened before.

Looking directly at a deity does carry a great risk, but it is not so great that the brain will instinctively forget that the druid must have seen an extremely horrific scene that no mortal being could comprehend.

"But I am sure of one thing. The Demon King is still very powerful, more powerful than any other god. Time has not erased His power."

It was good news to be able to confirm this, but whether or not to ask the Demon King for help and whether he was willing to help was another question.

Everyone was about to discuss it further when they saw the druid returned to his seat and started cooing with the pigeon named Xiaobai again, as if they were saying a few words.

Then the druid said to the others with an expression of disbelief:
"This pigeon just told me that the voice of the Demon God is echoing in its heart. I hope to convey the words of the Demon God through it."

"what!"

“Why pay attention to us!”

"That pigeon brought it! It's a follower of the Devil God!"

I was still hesitating whether to ask this demon god for help, but it turned out that he saw everything.

"quiet!"

The tree elf elder knocked on the table again to quiet down the others who were in a panic.

At the critical moment, the old man who has seen the storms and waves is still reliable. The tree elf elder said:

“Now that we’ve been noticed, we may have no choice.”

The power of the Plague Goddess was already giving them a headache. If they offended the Demon King and made him unhappy, they would be in great trouble.

In that case, we might as well just grit our teeth and go for it.

"Please tell the Demon King that as long as the forest can exist for a long time and as long as the tree elves can continue to prosper, we are willing to pay any price."

The druid was about to relay the story when he heard the pigeons cooing again.

Each of us has a pigeon. You coo once, I coo once. After a while, the druid said:
"The Devil God said that if we want to know what happened, we should tell you what happened. And we don't need to coo with the pigeons. He can see it."

"..."

So you don’t even know what’s going on, right?

You, the devil god, are too nosy!
We were almost scared to death!

A series of complaints echoed in the tree elf's heart, but he didn't dare to say it...

(End of this chapter)