The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 73: The Reincarnated Sprout

Since the elf had said so, Ke’Oth and N’zall stopped trying to convince him otherwise and began talking about the problems they had encountered while growing their plants.

Ke’Oth: "Before planting these, I asked a human for advice. I followed their instructions strictly, even watering them down to the exact drop."

N’zall: "Every day, I make sure they get plenty of sunlight, even when it rains."

Ke’Oth & N’zall: "So we really don’t know where the problem is coming from."

Illiya couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. Seeing the increasingly resentful looks from the two demons, he quickly suppressed his laughter and composed himself, acting as though nothing had happened.

It wasn’t that he wanted to laugh, it was just genuinely amusing.

In an attempt to escape the demons’ deathly stares, Illiya hurriedly moved to the plants, placed his hand on one, and began using his magic to investigate, simultaneously reaching out with his magic power to connect with the plants’ "consciousness."

Invisible magic threads slowly descended onto the plants, and with ease, Illiya’s mind linked with the plants’ thought patterns. All the sensations the plants experienced were instantly relayed to Illiya’s mind.

Illiya closed his eyes to calm himself further and focus his attention more deeply.

Fortunately, as an elf, Illiya was particularly liked by plants, and it didn’t take long for him to feel the thoughts of the plants beneath his hand.

[ Sunbathing~ Sunbathing~ I’m gotta sunbathe today~ ]

[ Warm sun~ More sunbathing~ Sunbathing makes me grow taller~ ]

[ Other people, when they reincarnated to another world, either become some powerful hero or are spoiled by everyone, but I ended up as a seed. Also, that bastard God told me that my species is so rare that I can only bask in the sun and will need a hundred years before I can grow. ]

[ Ugh, life—wait, no, plant life is really hard~ ]

The more Illiya listened, the more something felt off.

Is this... really just a seed?

Why does it feel like something’s wrong?

Illiya’s mind was completely filled with "sunbathing", and the entire elf felt out of sorts.

Could this really be the thought pattern of a seed? If one had to argue that it was, it would be more accurate to say that this was closer to human thinking.

After all, what kind of seed spends all its time thinking about "sunbathing", and even goes so far as to claim it’s been reincarnated from another world?

Wait—what did that little sprout just say?

Illiya’s entire body froze, and his expression solidified. His previously calm face was now on the verge of breaking; he was just a breath away from mentally collapsing.

To convince himself that the sprout hadn’t actually said the word "reincarnated", Illiya withdrew his hand, his expression turning grave.

Next to him, Ke’Oth grew visibly anxious at the elf’s movements, the entire demon nearly collapsing from the tension.

They all instinctively lowered their voices, speaking with utmost caution, afraid they might hear something dreadful.

"Your Esteemed Elf... the seeds we planted... there’s nothing seriously wrong with them, is there?"

By the end of his question, Ke’Oth’s voice was almost inaudible.

But Illiya’s full attention was focused on the sprout that had just poked its head above the soil. He had no mental space to consider how the surrounding demons might be feeling. Right now, he was the one facing a complete breakdown of his worldview.

Help. Is something wrong with this world?

Why is reincarnation suddenly part of the mix?

Illiya didn’t understand it at all, but he still needed to inspect the state of these dozen or so plants in front of him.

Taking a deep breath, brows tightly furrowed, he reached out once again to rest his hand on the plant. At the same time, he released his magic power to communicate with it.

Invisible threads of magic power gently floated toward the plant and gradually merging with it. A strange sensation swept through him as his perspective shifted once more.

[ Thank goodness I’m smart. Plants need sunlight. There was even someone who wanted to plant me in the ice fields! What a joke—how would I survive there? ]

[ Naturally, someone as clever as me used my magic power to escape and ended up in the seed pouch of two weird, pitch-black folks. As expected, they planted me in soil, and now I get sunlight every day. ]

[ I’m a genius! ]

Illiya: "..."

Ice fields? Pitch-black?

He had a suspicion now.

Illiya’s brows gradually relaxed, and the shock in his heart finally began to dissipate. Things were starting to make a bit more sense and were back on a path he could understand.

Ke’Oth noticed the elf relaxing and finally felt his heart return to its rightful place. He tentatively asked, "Your Esteemed Elf, is the plant I planted doing okay? You know my constitution, so... I’m honestly a little worried."

This time, Illiya was finally able to properly hear what someone next to him was saying, no longer on high alert.

After pondering for a moment, he asked something a bit unrelated. "Ke’Oth, do you remember what species of plant you bought? Was it a common seed, a rare magical one, or something more unusual?"

Ke’Oth was startled. He exchanged a glance with N’zall, and both saw confusion in each other’s eyes. Neither of them understood what the species had to do with the result of the planting.

Still, their good upbringing ensured they answered without delay and without questioning the deeper meaning behind the elf’s words. "Your Esteemed Elf, please don’t laugh, but I remember I only bought some rather ordinary species."

Illiya asked, "For example?"

Ba’od eagerly raised his hand. "I remember! It was oats and wheat!"

As expected, Illiya fell into silence at that answer.

He turned his head slowly, eyes drifting toward the most energetic-looking plant in the entire field.

So that explained it.

It turned out that the rest were just regular crops. Which meant the consciousness he sensed earlier was from the only "intelligent plant" among them.

The so-called "intelligent plants" referred to plants that had gained the ability to think independently—commonly known as plants that had become spirits.