Overlooking this scene, Angel couldn’t help but smile.
Unexpectedly, it wasn’t Greya who sought out the Treant, but rather it took the initiative to find Greya.
Is this a kind of fate?
"Should I remind Greya?" Angel pondered silently.
In the end, Angel didn’t remind Greya. She was still immersed in the joy of creation, and her speed was increasing, clearly entering an inspiration burst.
Angel didn’t want to interrupt her inspiration and even considered secretly delaying the Treant if it approached too fast.
With nothing pressing on Greya’s side, Angel turned his attention to Originheart City.
Originheart City remained peaceful, the only difference from before was that the city gates had started opening conditionally. Some authorized residents began cultivating crops around Originheart City, creating the first literal farms and orchards.
The gifts from the Dream Plant Fairies were quickly changing the established layout of Originheart City. Fresh vegetables and fruits had become a staple food for the residents of the Dream Realm.
Angel believed that when the Membrane of Rhythm gave birth to more Dream Realm creatures in the future, farm-raised meat might also become a dining table staple.
Angel’s gaze slowly shifted from outside the city to inside the city.
Perhaps due to the infusion of reality’s authority, the bodies of Dream Realm residents were no longer completely unharmed and unblemished. After piercing through this layer of unreality, the utopian dream world became unpredictable due to the suddenly worldly human hearts.
As Angel observed, small groups, disputes, fights, and resistance had already appeared. Although only a small portion, a certain reality-based seed had already begun to sprout.
However, this was something Angel had anticipated. The closer to reality one gets, the more one discovers reality.
The human heart is not easily manipulated.
Unless, from the start, they conducted brainwashing and full guidance on the residents of Originheart City, firmly establishing anti-intellectualism as a thought trap, they could maintain a surface-level utopia.
But this was not what Angel needed. He kept these residents in part to conduct experiments, and also hoped Jon could integrate into normal life.
The current situation actually aligned more closely with Angel’s envisioned true world.
Of course, before complete class division and opposition occur, it still seemed like a "paradise" to outsiders.
Though occasional flaws could be seen, they were minor enough to be disregarded. With City Lord Monroe’s control, a relatively good atmosphere was maintained overall.
As Angel thought of this, he continued to overlook the scenery inside the city.
In the Marine Theater, Adar was playing the piano piece "Fountain of Praise" on stage. Jon was not by his side, yet Adar played more passionately and vigorously than when Jon was present. The reason being that a few children were watching Adar with eyes filled with admiration and envy.
With the stimulus of his peers’ admiring gazes, Adar’s performance level exceeded his usual.
In a small house behind the theater, a few Dream Plant Fairies were peering into the room through the windows. At first glance, no one seemed to be moving inside, but a closer look revealed a few tiny people, only slightly larger than fingers, standing on a desk passionately discussing.
These tiny people were Kudodo and his group, discussing matters within the Tree Group Development Team.
From version 0.8 of the Tree Group to the updates for version 1.
Decimal updates are minor, such as patching existing loopholes. Integral updates must feature innovative functions, and what they were discussing was which functions to integrate into version 1 first.
Since most of their communication consisted of abbreviated codes, Angel was a bit confused, but seeing this positivity satisfied him.
Skipping the Marine Theater, Angel continued to wander about the city.
The Treehouse Bar, due to the establishment of a food supply system, decided to open a restaurant, and was temporarily closed for expansion; Flafiel was singing in the plaza, drawing a crowd; the patrol squads in knight armor walked along the cobblestone roads, making clip-clop sounds...
Everything, at least on the surface, appeared orderly, except for a grumbling gray-haired old man disrupting the harmonious atmosphere.
This gray-haired old man was none other than Nis, who had just left the library.
He was holding a thick stack of documents, with a gray cloth bag at his waist, containing a hard stone slab.
"Why did the magic power around here suddenly vanish? My carefully built energy network is wasted again, and I was almost done replenishing another node!"
"It must be Sanders playing tricks! Damn it, he can’t stand seeing me make a breakthrough!"
"Fortunately, Lianna said they still have magic power over there."
"What’s that word Jon used in the Tree Group before... let me think, headline! Yes, I want to make a headline news!"
"Hmph, once I find the node of the Quest World, the headline will definitely be mine, and the entire Wizards’ Realm will focus on me, surely making that old guy envious to death."
Nis appeared crazed, ranting loudly, but because of his status, the surrounding patrol squads couldn’t stop him, and could only watch him walk toward the Sky Tower, cursing along the way.
At the top of the tower, he boarded a Skycraft, leaving Originheart City with the Sin Hunting Group.
Angel glanced at their departing direction, which seemed to lead towards the New City.
This was understandable, as the virtual magic power around Originheart City had completely dissipated, making it difficult for Nis to continue his research. He had to head to the New City instead.
This was actually preferable—mortals belonged with mortals, while Wizards were better off living in the Wizards’ cities.
Because of Nis, Angel also took a look at the library. He thought Jon would be organizing books as usual, but the result was slightly surprising.
Jon was indeed at the library, but instead of organizing books, he was in the garden, holding a homemade magnifying glass, studying a plant.
He was muttering to himself, writing a lot of Chinese characters, English symbols, and some of his own annotations in a notebook.
Clearly, Jon was studying plants.
Seeing this scene, Angel seemed to glimpse the scene from his childhood, where Jon was researching plants in the Little Garden outside the stilt house.
The appearance of the Dream Plant Fairies had allowed Jon, formerly a botanist, to finally return to his roots.
This was indeed a good thing.