Chapter 1887 Little Curly Hair <TOC> Chapter 1889 Allure of the Music
Translator: SumTLMan
Little Curly Hair encountered his first human, a knight named Sabel.
He could have, like his other friends, flown into the human city along with the green mist, avoiding the watchtower. However, he chose not to, desiring to assert his dominance over humans right from the start!
In Little Curly Hair’s mind were ancestral memories, chronicling the civil and military ranks of the Dream Plant Fairy civilization. Within their culture, those guarding the walls were undoubtedly the strongest warriors of their race.
Thus, in Little Curly Hair’s reasoning, the human standing on the watchtower, whose features were still indistinct from afar, must also be one of the stronger humans. Although it was like picking a taller one among the short, it was still somewhat fitting for him to establish his might!
With this thought, Little Curly Hair took several deep breaths for mental preparation, then flew out from his hiding place behind the tree, deciding to confront the person on the city wall directly!
Originally, Sabel was observing the green mist’s transformation of the land, but the arrival of Little Curly Hair naturally drew his attention.
When Little Curly Hair felt the human’s gaze lock onto him, he vaguely sensed something wrong.
Aren’t all humans weak? Why did the gaze of the person opposite make him feel a tremor? Even a chill had started to rise from his spine.
It must be an illusion!
Don’t scare yourself.
Suppressing the fear in his heart, Little Curly Hair continued to ascend.
Previously, Little Curly Hair had only seen a shadowy figure on the watchtower from a distance. Now, as he flew closer, he finally saw the true face of the human opposite!
Was that… really a human?
How does this message differ from the one sent by the leader? Is that really a human?
Standing atop the watchtower was a figure, his clothes nearly in tatters. Half of his face was entwined with twitching muscle and sinew, as if countless worms were crawling on it.
Not just the face, but half of his body had transformed into numerous terrifying tentacles, each bearing circular suckers lined with rows of sharp teeth.
These tentacles, once still, began to thrash wildly as Little Curly Hair approached, resembling a monstrous creature in its lair, confronted with the most succulent of meals.
Drip, drip——
The sound of saliva dripping from the suckers on the tentacles.
Amidst the oppressive atmosphere deliberately created by Knight Sabel, Little Curly Hair had only one thought in his mind——
Goodness, how… terrifying!!
Little Curly Hair’s emerald eyes captured his mental journey. Initially, his pupils were elliptical, filled with cunning and smugness, plotting how to intimidate humans. But when Knight Sabel’s gaze locked onto him, his elliptical pupils turned to slits, a sign of caution. When he clearly saw Sabel’s true form, the slits narrowed even further, not just caution anymore, but outright fear.
Finally, as Sabel’s imposing aura bore down, Little Curly Hair’s already retreating courage broke entirely.
His green eyes were swiftly enveloped in red. Tears of fear fell uncontrollably, one by one.
Little Curly Hair, frightened to tears and sobbing pitifully, left Knight Sabel utterly perplexed.
“What’s with this creature? Why the crying?” Knight Sabel frowned, oblivious to the impact of terrifying a child. “Could it be that their crying isn’t as humans understand it, but rather an expression of a different emotion, like a challenge?”
But if it were a challenge, the aura was far too weak, wasn’t it?
Sabel thought for a moment and decided to approach Little Curly Hair up close. With a gentle touch of his tentacle, he was whisked into the air by a powerful force.
Like a cannonball, he plunged down in front of Little Curly Hair.
The terrifying momentum, the sudden closeness, and the fierce wind that followed frightened Little Curly Hair into silence, tears streaming without a sound.
“What race are you? How many companions do you have? And, why are you crying?”
Sabel’s questions remained unanswered by Little Curly Hair, not because he refused to reply, but because he simply did not understand Little Curly Hair’s language.
The language spoken by Little Curly Hair was unfamiliar to Sabel. It seemed to be spoken with the mouth but also seemed to involve some strange vibration, a vibration that couldn’t be produced by mere lips and tongue.
Indeed, it was only after activating the Sin Demon that Sabel could barely perceive this vibration.
Unable to understand, Sabel resorted to gestures.
But by this time, Little Curly Hair was too frightened to even make eye contact with Sabel, let alone ponder the meaning of his gestures.
In this state of failed communication, Sabel started to feel a bit troubled.
As Sabel pondered his next move, he inadvertently noticed something below. The tears that fell from Little Curly Hair’s eyes onto the earth seemed to have sprouted something.
With curiosity, Sabel descended slowly from the sky and landed on the ground.
This was the entrance to the inner city. As the former captain of the city guard, Sabel had patrolled this area countless times. He knew well that this place was once bare, devoid even of the popular “stone-carved plants” found on the main thoroughfares.
But now, there were plants where there had been none before.
Clusters of dark green thorns, resembling blooming chrysanthemums, carpet the ground. These thorns bear a striking resemblance to the thorns sprouting from the back of a creature from another race. Sabel, after a detailed observation, confirms they are indeed identical to the spider-leg-like dark green thorns on Little Curly Hair’s back.
“This thorn growth, is it your doing…?” Sabel begins to inquire of Little Curly Hair. However, as he looks up, he sees Little Curly Hair, crying out, darting towards the city’s outskirts at breakneck speed.
Hovering mid-air, Sabel watches in confusion as Little Curly Hair disappears into the forest beyond the city, vanishing like smoke, as if fleeing from a ferocious beast.
The air is left with a faint scent of vegetation and an enigmatic cry.
“Why the sudden retreat? This otherworldly race, how peculiar.” Sabel frowns, puzzled by the occurrence.
Meanwhile, Angel, atop Azure Tower, also witnesses this scene.
Sabel is uncertain of the meaning behind Little Curly Hair’s final cry, but Angel understands clearly—
“Humanity… is So Frightening!”
Angel can’t help but smile wryly at this. This marks the first official encounter between humans and the Dream Plant Fairy race, ending with Little Curly Hair being scared away.
Checking with the godly perspective, Angel sees that Little Curly Hair has indeed fled, rushing towards the direction of the Mother Tree, unlikely to return anytime soon.
Shaking his head, Angel reflects that the first meeting between these two great civilizations has ended abruptly.
However, it’s not a significant concern, as Little Curly Hair wasn’t the only one who came to Initial Heart City.
Angel’s gaze shifts towards the south of the city, where another Dream Plant Fairy is also attempting to approach humans.
Chapter 1887 Little Curly Hair <TOC> Chapter 1889 Allure of the Music