Gacha Addict in a Matriarchal World

Chapter 137: The God Of Earth (3)

When I opened my eyes, I was on Lydia’s back.

“Waaah.”

“...What’s with you all of a sudden?”

“You may not know, Miss Lydia, but I’ve been through so much. It’s really exhausting.”

“I’m not sure, but you seem like your usual self, Jonah. When do you think you’ll recover?”

“I don’t know until we get back to the surface? Oh, and I think I just gained some Power, so I need to focus for a moment to figure out what it is. Is that okay?”

“Sure. And don’t forget, we need to bring Rosemary up too, right?”

“Yep.”

With that, I buried my head in Lydia’s nape and concentrated for a moment.

My consciousness diving inwards. The surrounding clamor gradually fades, and things I normally didn’t perceive began to be felt.

My heart. More precisely, a seed deeply rooted in something even further inside.

The moment I realized this, I instinctively knew that it was once the Seed of the Mountain Range that Asterios had received.

Since Power is imprinted in the soul rather than on the body, its effects and usage can be intuitively understood.

However, the Seed of the Mountain Range was difficult to recognize at a glance. This was because there was too much information surfacing.

It wasn’t as intense as when I got the Avatar of Love, but it felt similar to Basilieus.

Since the Avatar of Love was a 5-star, in gacha terms, Basilieus or the Seed of the Mountain Range would be around 4-star powers.

I began to gather and organize the scattered information that was imprinted messily. As expected, most of the effects pertained to the body.

First, strength.

While muscle enhancement is basic for physical reinforcement, the problem was the magnitude of the increase. It was truly immense.

The growth system of the Labyrinth doesn’t enhance all abilities; it raises one’s abilities correspondingly to the achievements accumulated inside.

Thanks to this, one naturally develops their own specialized field... At this point, wouldn’t I have strength comparable to a front-line fighter of the same level that focused on physical power?

Realizing again how weak I was before, it brings tears to my eyes that even after receiving such power, I still can’t break out of my previous limitations.

Next is stamina.

As long as my feet are on the ground, vitality is automatically replenished, making it hard to tire easily.

The point to note here is that it’s a bit different from regeneration.

Regeneration increases not only stamina recovery but also wound healing speed, whereas vitality feels more focused on stamina recovery.

It does speed up wound healing, but the effect is too minimal.

Unlike regeneration, it does not require any special resources.

Regeneration causes new flesh to grow on the wounded area and helps broken bones to reattach...but it needs energy for this.

Whether you eat a lot to replenish calories or use supernatural powers like divine energy, it all boils down to converting some form of energy into physical restoration. �

Regeneration, after all, refers to the efficiency of this conversion.

In contrast, replenishing vitality through the Seed of the Mountain Range absorbs the energy soaked in the earth and converts it to one’s own.

I don’t know how good the conversion efficiency is, but one thing is for sure: the storage tank is enormous.

Her limp, resigned posture evoked a peculiar sense of sadism.

A well-bred lady...dead eyes...a limp body without resistance...

Perhaps in this gender-reversed world, I’m not the only one who knows of this fetish?

I loosened one of the legs wrapped around Lydia’s waist and lightly tapped Rosemary’s buttocks.

“Why are you so down? Did something bad happen?”

“Yes. I might have doomed my kin because I messed with the wrong person, and the guilt is overwhelming.”

“Oh dear. Rosemary really has no eye for people.”

“That’s right. All of this stemmed from my foolishness. So, could you just please end your anger with me?”

It seems she was demoralized after seeing me defeat Minotauros earlier.

Well, she thought I was just a rattlesnake bluffing with a woman, but then I defeated the Floor Guardian alone.

I wondered if Lydia was simply infatuated with me, but looking closely, she followed me without a word like a knight (though this is a kind of role-play).

Above all, she confidently told the elder elves she would defeat the Floor Guardian, only for her thunder to get stolen by me.

Failing everything she had planned and on the verge of being outmaneuvered, it’s impossible for her to stay sane.

However, this is truly a misunderstanding. I have no particular grudge against the entire elf race.

In the first place, isn’t Eve the one who must lead the species? How could I possibly hate her?

With that thought, I smiled brightly and continued speaking.

“Don’t worry. After seeing Miss Eve’s face, I won’t do anything too harsh.”

“What on earth are you planning to do to her... Ah, World Tree, please watch over us....”

She prayed briefly in a melancholic voice. I know well that among elves, the World Tree still serves as a kind of symbol, and phrases involving the World Tree function like idioms.

However, Rosemary’s lament felt somewhat different.

Is it because I possess the Power of the World Tree? Or is it because I harbor a divine power so pure that even an inquisitor would be astonished?

From Rosemary a moment ago, I sensed a faint but unwavering faith.

“Rosemary, do you still believe in the World Tree?”

“Of course. There isn’t an elf who doesn’t revere the World Tree.”

“But there are hardly any who genuinely devote their faith. Especially among the elves of today.”

“...You’re right. I know I’m quite peculiar in that regard. But just because it has entered eternal slumber, its greatness doesn’t fade. It’s not about expecting a reward. It’s simply about showing respect in the way I can.”

“Oh.”

No wonder you’ve been sanctifying Eve. It turns out that you’re one of the last true believers in the World Tree.

I patted Rosemary’s back with my foot and said,

“Then you can look forward to it. I’ll show you something nice at the banquet. I’m sure you’ll like it, Rosemary.”

“Kuk...!”

Rosemary gritted her teeth as if she had been subjected to an immense insult. She looked as if she had lost her country.

...Was it because of the shoe print on her back?