Chapter 441

This group of people probably numbered over two hundred, their equipment extremely mismatched—some held shields and short swords, others giant swords and battle axes, some held staves, including priests, warriors, mages, rogues, and even a few death knights.

Their races were also strange and varied, including humans, trolls, orcs, dwarves, gnomes, and even blood elves, as well as night elves.

Although their equipment and races differed completely, everyone wore something similar to a battle robe—one side crimson, the other sky blue, representing the Alliance and the Horde respectively.

The leader was a man in blue robes with grey-white hair; beside him stood an orc in white robes holding a war hammer. If any being from Azeroth were present, they would surely exclaim, "Warchief!"

On the other side stood a draenei holding a purple crystal war hammer—these three appeared to be the leaders of this group.

"This is clearly not the world of Draenor, Khadgar. Here, here, if I'm not mistaken, this should be near Stormwind, and moreover, the Cursed Lands. Did our teleportation fail? Did we end up back where we started?" said a human warrior from the Alliance.

"This is indeed near the Cursed Lands, but I believe we have not returned to the original place." Saurfang looked around and spoke.

"This is definitely near Stormwind! I once studied magic here with Medivh—I wouldn't misremember." Khadgar observed the surroundings, sighed, and said.

At this moment, Khadgar's face looked very grim. They had originally been heading to Draenor to defeat the Iron Horde, but for some unknown reason, they seemed to have strayed from their destination.

"Could there have been a problem with the portal? What happened when we passed through the Dark Portal?" asked the draenei sentinel.

"I'm not sure either, but I have a feeling nothing good came of this." Saurfang said.

"Exactly, lads—we are no longer in our original world. Due to some special circumstance, we seem to have crossed over into another timeline, another Azeroth." Khadgar sighed and spoke.

"What? We've come to another world? But, but how is that possible? We clearly came through the Dark Portal." An orc warrior pointed toward the Dark Portal behind them.

But behind the crowd, there was no Dark Portal to be seen—nothing at all.

In this world, the Dark Portal had already been dealt with by Rhonin after the Burning Legion's campaign ended, since the threat of the Burning Legion had been completely eliminated.

Leaving the Dark Portal here would only allow other void creatures to open portals, so Rhodin ordered his subordinates to dispose of it.

"In any case, the situation is very dire now! If we go missing, who will stop the Iron Horde?" Saurfang said.

"We likely crossed into another timeline—perhaps something happened when we went through the Dark Portal. Either way, we must first determine our point in time—whether we are in the future or the past." Saurfang said.

Having once participated in the war where the five-colored dragons joined forces to defeat Neltharion, Saurfang clearly knew that any temporal disturbance must have been caused by the bronze dragons.

"If the Dark Portal has not yet opened, then this place should not be the Cursed Lands, because it was once a swamp with lush vegetation.

But if the Dark Portal has already opened, then why is there no trace of it here?" Khadgar said.

If it is before the Dark Portal opened, then this should be a region of lush swamp; if it has already opened, then who could have destroyed or taken away the Dark Portal? After all, the Dark Portal in Azeroth plays a significant role, connecting Azeroth and Outland—though Outland has already been destroyed.

Yet some regions remain habitable, with trade and personnel movement still occurring, especially between the Horde and the orcs of Nagrand.

"Stormwind is not far away—why not go there and see? In any case, we must first clarify our situation, then find this world's bronze dragon and have him use time magic to send us back to our original timeline." Saurfang said.

"Very well! But to avoid unnecessary trouble, the Horde members will stay here for now while I take a few humans to Stormwind." Khadgar said.

The conflict between the Horde and the Alliance has always existed; this joint assault on the Iron Horde merely formed an elite vanguard force.

If a bunch of orcs, giants, even undead appeared in Stormwind, the city guards would show no hesitation—they would immediately grab their weapons and attack.

"Understood. I will stay here, and all my Horde brothers will remain with me." Saurfang nodded and spoke.

After their discussion, Saurfang and all the Horde races remained in the Cursed Lands, found a place, and set up camp. As for the remaining humans, aside from a few dwarves and gnomes, the others were also left behind.

Khadgar only brought part of the group to Stormwind.

"Saurfang! Before we return, keep everyone hidden—absolutely do not expose our whereabouts. To this world, we are a group of utterly strange visitors; we must not interfere with anything here. Understood?" Before departing, Khadgar approached Saurfang and repeatedly urged him.

"I understand. Go in peace, Khadgar—I will watch over everyone." Saurfang nodded and said.

He naturally understood that the sacred timeline must not be disturbed; in this world, their best course is to find a way to leave, not to interfere with anything.

Soon, Khadgar's party set off for Stormwind, which seemed no different from their memory—the city walls still bore a black dragon head, with portraits of Alliance heroes who had ventured into Draenor: Turalyon and Aurielle.

Soon they also learned their current point in time: the Northrend Campaign had ended about half a year earlier.

The Lich King Arthas had been destroyed.

"Lord Khadgar, I recall that after the Lich King was defeated, during our Northrend army's retreat, Azeroth suffered a great cataclysm—now at this time.

Neltharion should have caused massive devastation to this world, yet he seems not to have appeared." said an Alliance officer.

According to the normal timeline, this point in time should be the Cataclysm, with Neltharion, the Black Dragon King, rampaging across Azeroth.

Yet now, the entire Stormwind is calm and peaceful, a scene of tranquility—no trace of the Cataclysm, and no one has even heard of the world-ending black dragon Neltharion.

"There's more wrong than just this—it wasn't Tirion Fordring who defeated the Lich King, but a demigod named Rhodin, and even the Old Gods of Ulduar were dealt with by him." said an Alliance paladin.

"Indeed, and the Silver Hand not only subdued the Scarlet Crusade but even the faith in the Holy Light—originally, people only believed in the Holy Light.

Yet in this world, Holy Light believers worship a being called the God of Holy Light—have you seen that golden statue? Has anyone seen this being?" said an Alliance priest, pointing to the golden statue in Stormwind Cathedral.

It is a golden giant over ten meters tall, with a most peculiar head—eyes enormous beyond compare, like two light bulbs; as for the head, well, it looks somewhat like a large egg.

This is the God of Holy Light—why have they never heard of him?

"This God of Holy Light has great faith in Stormwind, and it is said he possesses a resurrection ability—death knights in this world do not even exist.

Including Uther, he was resurrected by this God of Holy Light and even joined the war against the Lich King Arthas." said an Alliance warrior.

Many of them also participated in that Northrend Campaign, but they were not noticed by Tirion Fordring, did not join the assault on Icecrown Citadel against the Lich King, and merely dealt with some undead scourge on the outskirts.

Yet they are clear about the exact course of that battle—Tirion Fordring killed the Lich King Arthas, but not a single member of the entire expedition survived.

"This world is indeed strange, isn't it? I don't know if you've noticed, but when the Dark Portal had been open for twenty-five years—before the Burning Legion's campaign began—

everything in this world seemed no different from our world."

"Exactly! I noticed too—during the early stages of the Burning Crusade, this world underwent a change, and the cause should lie with this demigod named Rhodin." said an Alliance mage.

Currently, based on the information they've gathered, all changes in the Azeroth world must be tied to this entity called Rhodin—perhaps he should now be called a true god.

Possessing terrifying, extreme power, far beyond mortal imagination, able to resurrect the dead at will—his child is the God of Holy Light, and even one of his wives is the Banshee Queen of Undercity, Sylvanas Windrunner.

Upon learning this, the Alliance members' worldviews were utterly shattered—a demigod falling in love with a banshee, a female undead!

Although Sylvanas was stunningly beautiful in life, she is now a forsaken one! How depraved must your tastes be?

"There are no longer any forsaken here—these beings now call themselves 'possessors,' and it is said they have been resurrected.

Just now someone pointed out those who came to visit family—the possessors have slightly cracked eyes, but otherwise seem hardly different from the living." said a dwarf warrior.

Perhaps this Banshee Queen took on her living form again, which is why the demigod took interest in her.

Just now, while wandering through Stormwind, he saw some strangely appearing figures—looking basically like ordinary people, but with cracks in their eyes, giving him the feeling they were not alive.

"This world is very strange, too strange!"

"No matter how strange things happen in this world, you must remember one thing: this is another world.

It is not our world; different worlds will experience different events, and even as far as I know.

There is a world where Medivh did not open the Dark Portal, and even a world where the Lich King Arthas successfully unleashed the Scourge—these are all possible."

Khadgar said.

As a disciple of the Archmage Medivh, he also learned some things about parallel universes, knowing that besides their Azeroth, other Azeroth timelines have experienced certain events.

Although this world looks very strange, overall it is still good, and every world is different; Khadgar did not feel anything too strange.

"You're right; we should not interfere with anything in this world. What we need to do now is hurry to find the Dark Portal, then activate it and return to our timeline to deal with the Iron Horde."

"So, guys, does anyone know where the Dark Portal is?" a human warrior waved his hand and said.

"I have inquired: in this world, the Dark Portal has already been moved to another place.

Moreover, this world's Dark Portal is not just one; it connects to more than one world. There is a planet called Final Fantasy, and another called Pirate Planet.

However, both of these planets are firmly controlled by this demigod Luode; ordinary people cannot go to those worlds to adventure."

"Alright! It seems no matter what, we must go meet this demigod named Luode." Khadgar said.

"Why don't we secretly go to a Dark Portal? As I understand, the nearest Dark Portal here is near the Undercity; we can completely use that portal for reverse activation and then return to our world." a human Alliance mage asked.

"If a group of strangers barges into your house and uses your front door without greeting, how would you receive them?" Khadgar countered.

Upon saying this, the speaking mage was left speechless by the rebuttal; indeed, as Khadgar said, rashly using a demigod's thing is not much different from banditry.

Being attacked by the other side is quite normal, and more importantly, this demigod has good relations with many forces—both the Alliance and the Horde speak well of him.

One misstep, and they might be hunted by the entire Azeroth world.

"Here's what we'll do: you use teleportation magic to bring everyone to meet Thrall first; I will go alone to seek an audience with this demigod Luode, to see if he is willing to let us borrow the Dark Portal to return to our original timeline." Khadgar said.

"Lord Khadgar, don't we want to go with you?"

"It's just a visit; going with so many people would instead seem impolite, so you don't need to follow me—just stay here peacefully." Khadgar smiled and said.

After some discussion, the Alliance small team had another mage cast teleportation magic to go meet Thrall and company, while Khadgar himself went to meet the owner of this world's Dark Portal, the demigod Luode.

However, wanting to meet Luode seems not as easy as Khadgar thought; Luode's exact whereabouts are not easy to find.

At this time, near the Moon Goddess Temple of the night elves, a large group of archdruids, along with some night elf civilians and female sentinels, were planting a peculiar peach tree under the command of the priestess of the Moon, Tyrande.

"My fellow elves, be careful when planting; this is a plant containing great power. It must be cultivated in the best soil and watered with the spring water of the Moonwell." Tyrande said.

Ordinary spring water cannot water the peach tree, so Tyrande intends to use the Moonwell's spring water.

The surrounding soil is also a special plot that Luode helped transform using life force, possessing very abundant life energy.

"Lady Tyrande, we will be careful." an archdruid nodded.

"Lady Tyrande, where did you get this peculiar peach tree? I sense it contains great life force; planting it is not that simple." an archdruid asked.

"This is a special plant from another world; its name is Peach of Immortality. Even the lowest grade Peach of Immortality takes three thousand years to mature, and after ordinary beings eat it, they can gain several thousand years of lifespan.

A medium-grade Peach of Immortality takes six thousand years to mature, and after eating it, one can live at least ten thousand years.

The best nine-thousand-year Peach of Immortality, after eating it, allows one to live tens of thousands of years, and also grants immense life force." Tyrande said.

Besides extending lifespan, the Peach of Immortality also provides great life force; this life energy is transformed by ancestors into their own mana, and in other worlds, it can be converted into energy for any species.

The archdruid nodded, then planted the seed peach pit before him and activated his druidic art of Wild Growth.

A terrifying suction force arose; the archdruid instantly felt his cultivated natural energy being drained at an extremely terrifying speed.

Seeing this archdruid's condition, several other night elf archdruids hurried over to help.

However, even so, a mere three-thousand-year-old Peach of Immortality seed instantly drained these few archdruids completely dry.

At this moment, Luode appeared, using his own life force to replace these druids; the archdruid's life level is very high, said to be second only to a demigod, but even they cannot master this Peach of Immortality.

If I do not intervene, these druids will surely die.

After Luode's life force was applied, the peach pit before them finally took root and sprouted, soon producing a tender bud, then began to grow wildly; in the blink of an eye, it became a small tree as tall as two people.

"Is this... successful? Lord Luode."

"What terrifying life force! This plant is the most special plant I have ever seen."

"Even compared to the World Tree."

A large group of night elves began chattering: "From now on, it's best to have at least one demigod present, along with ten archdruids, before attempting Wild Growth on it; otherwise..." Luode said.

These night elves really have guts, daring to use Wild Growth to hasten the Peach of Immortality.

If I had not intervened, the life force on these few druids would have been completely sucked dry.

"How is it, dear? Has this planting succeeded?" Tyrande looked at the peach tree now over two people tall and asked.

Normally, a peach tree would bear fruit at this size; in the Peach Orchard, she has observed this special peach tree—basically no giants, and the tallest is just over three people high.

"How to put it! You could say you've succeeded halfway! This Peach of Immortality has been successfully planted, but its efficacy and fruiting time are vastly different from the original Peach of Immortality." Luode said.

All things follow a principle: conservation of energy. The peach trees in the Peach Orchard can produce so much only because they are supplied with the spiritual energy of the entire Eastern Divine Realm of the Heavenly Court.

Before, immortals have tried to cultivate Peach of Immortality, but the results were always failures; one of the most fundamental reasons is insufficient energy level.

The Peach of Immortality is from another world, a thing transformed from primordial energy; it is not something you can grow by consuming ordinary energy.

Luode stepped forward and experimented: he gave this peach tree sufficient nourishment, then activated a time artifact; this peach tree blooms every three hundred years, bears fruit every three hundred years, and matures every three hundred years.

It needs nine hundred years to bear fruit, and even then only yields several dozen fruits, not even a hundred Peaches of Immortality.

This is still under these special land conditions with strong life force; if ordinary land were watered with ordinary spring water, this emasculated version of the Peach of Immortality tree would not even be able to grow.

As for efficacy, Luode also cannot be certain.

"Truly miraculous power; the power of time is too terrifying. If normal planting were attempted, it would likely take several thousand years to obtain mature fruit." Tyrande said with admiration.

Nine hundred years to mature—compared to the original Peach of Immortality, this is indeed much faster, but in this Azeroth world, probably only these night elves have the time and inclination to plant such a special plant.

"Find two ordinary night elf civilians to come try eating this fruit, to see the effect." Luode said.

Tyrande nodded and quickly selected a young priestess of the Moon; on the druid side, they also selected a young druid apprentice.

Although considered young among night elves, these two fellows are actually several hundred years old.

After the two young night elves arrived, Luode picked two fruits from the trees and handed them to the two, letting them eat them directly.

The two night elves nodded, and after eating the fruits, they immediately showed satisfied expressions, clearly very pleased with the taste of the flat peaches.

The life energy of both became richer, and the energy within them grew stronger; the two young night elves sat cross-legged on the ground, and after several hours, they finally digested the terrifying life force within them.

"How do you two feel?" Tyrande asked.

"Lord Tyrande, I feel wonderful; my body contains powerful life energy, my moon magic has become much stronger, and my physical condition has improved greatly," said the night elf priestess.

"Lord Tyrande, the natural energy within me has become strong, at least three times stronger; previously I was a druid apprentice, now my natural energy can be said to be second only to that of an ordinary great druid," said the druid apprentice.

This special fruit is very friendly to us druids!

Any random druid apprentice, as long as they eat this fruit, can easily become a formal druid, and moreover, one who is second only to a great druid.

"This fruit's effect on you night elves is not very obvious; if we tried it on a mortal race, the effect would probably be better," Luode said.

Night elves are inherently a long-lived race; the greatest effect of the flat peaches on them is not even noticeable.

However, according to Luode's estimate, this nine-hundred-year-matured inferior flat peach should allow an ordinary mortal to live at least five or six hundred years longer, while also greatly strengthening their physique.

For me, it's not useful, but for my subordinates it is indeed useful; still, the yield is a bit low.

Nine hundred years and three thousand years— to Luode, they seem just as long.

"Well then, let's plant a few more!" Tyrande said.

With Luode's help afterward, Tyrande summoned several wild centaurs to assist; everyone worked for several days, and near the Temple of the Moon, they planted over two hundred inferior flat peach trees.

It's not that they don't want to plant more, but if they plant too many, it will affect growth; given the night elves' current Moonwell reserves, caring for over two hundred inferior flat peach trees is already the limit.

Most importantly, the planting conditions for this flat peach are too stringent; if Luode does not reform the land, and Azeroth does not provide life energy from within the planet, no land on this world can grow this special plant.

Of course, except for the Emerald Dream of Azeroth; however, this inferior flat peach is clearly not valued by Azeroth.

After planting was complete, Luode activated the power of time to let these peach trees successfully bear the first batch of fruit.

They successfully harvested nearly twenty thousand inferior flat peaches; Luode gave half to the night elves and kept the other half for himself.

Although this Small Universe energy can also extend lifespan, the extension is not much; these flat peaches are just right for feeding my Saint Seiya legion.

Luode plans to later send the good flat peaches to Athena and Pallus; his fighters number fewer than five hundred.

So he sent over two thousand fruits, and each warrior gets four on average, which can at least increase lifespan by a thousand years; each use of this flat peach halves its effect.

After the fourth use, eating it again will have no effect, so the maximum lifespan increase is a thousand years, requiring four fruits.

"From now on, these flat peach trees will be entrusted to you to care for, Tyrande; the fruits produced, your race may use them yourselves!" Luode said.

Without using time acceleration, the next batch of fruit will mature in nine hundred years; nine hundred years later, Luode is unsure what state he will have grown into.

Moreover, he still has seven or eight thousand of these fruits in hand; even if he travels to another world, it will be enough to use.

"I understand, Luode," Tyrande said, nodding.

This fruit is indeed beneficial to them night elves; at least, druid training and moon priestess training are much easier.

"These remaining peach pits, you can let the great druids try planting them elsewhere; now their demand for life energy is not so high anymore," Luode said; this flat peach should become more inferior with more planting.

Now these peach pits, ordinary great druids should be able to plant them using savage growth.

"I know, the pits of genuine flat peaches are indeed hard to plant, but these inferior ones originally grew on Azeroth's world, so they should be plantable on this land," Tyrande said.

Luode nodded; perhaps he can use these inferior flat peaches with some herbs from Mount Xishun to conduct some alchemy.

Refining precious medicinal ingredients into pills and combining them can maximize their effects.

The alchemy method invented by the Supreme Old Lord is indeed useful.

Afterward, Tyrande and Luode no longer managed the matter; all the inferior flat peach trees planted here were handed over to the moon priestesses and druids for care.

Not long after the two returned to the Moon Temple, a night elf guard came to report, saying a white-haired human mage had come to visit.

"The visiting human mage? Is it that bunch from Dalaran?" Tyrande asked.

Earlier, because of the resurrection technique and the enhancement of life energy, many Dalaran mages have turned their attention to Luode.

"Just send him away! Say I'm not here," Luode said.

It's not that just any mage coming to see him must be received.

The night elf guard nodded, stood up, left, and then went to the outer area of the Temple of the Moon.

"Really sorry, human mage; the demigod lord does not wish to see you, so please leave!"

"Please, lady, I have very important matters to see the demigod about, very very important," Kadgar said.

He had been wandering outside for over half a month, and only just obtained definite news; if this so-called demigod Luode cannot be seen here, who knows where he might go later.

"I'm very sorry! What seems very important to you may not be so important to the demigod."

"Please help me run another errand; go tell the demigod I am not from this timeline, my name is Kadgar," Kadgar said helplessly, sighing.

Wanting to see this demigod is truly not easy; he first went to the Undercity, observed the Forsaken there, and was then discovered by the great mage Rhonin.

To avoid exposing his identity, Kadgar could only retreat, then went to some places said to be where Lord Luode might appear, but all were in vain.

Finally, he confirmed that Lord Luode recently was to plant a special plant on night elf lands, so he recalled all the night elf druids, and thus came here.

Clearly, the night elf female sentinel before him did not understand what Kadgar meant by another timeline; she gave him a puzzled glance and turned away, ignoring this human mage.

"Hey, don't go, okay! Okay! Although this would be rude, I have no choice," Kadgar's body flashed with a hint of arcane light, and he directly used magic, intending to sneak into the temple to meet Luode.

At this time, Luode was conversing with Tyrande.

"Next, I will plant a new world tree; that ancient god called Sargeras should also be dealt with." Luode said. (Actually, the reason I haven't dealt with this ancient goddess for so long is because the author wants to see how the World of Warcraft storyline proceeds; after all, in the latest version, Sargeras can be said to be the protagonist.

But now the protagonist has grown to the level of primordial gods; you decide, should we spare this ancient goddess's life?) "I think with your current strength, you probably don't even need the shadow power of the ancient gods; before you needed to gather six primal forces, but that was only to upgrade to power equal to primordial force; but now you really need it?" Tyrande said.

Luode has now become so powerful that mortals cannot comprehend it, he has touched the level of Titans, and his true combat power far exceeds Sargeras; in this situation, does he really need the power of the ancient gods? Hearing this, Luode was somewhat speechless; indeed, as Tyrande said, his primordial god power is far superior to the other's dark power.

Moreover, if one thinks about it, using the power of Holy Light to simulate, the purest Holy Light converted to darkness is exactly the purest shadow power.

"But now keeping that, what person! Dare to act recklessly on my territory, get out!" Luode suddenly frowned.

Then he waved his hand, and a white-haired man in blue robes holding a staff appeared before Luode, and was immediately bound in body.

What audacity, to dare sneak into the Temple of the Moon!

"Really sorry! Both of you, don't move yet—I, I came here with something to say, please let me finish speaking." Kadgar spoke with extreme difficulty.

It seems! Really strong! I just used a spell and was immediately grabbed over, not even having the slightest ability to resist.

Is this really a demigod? The demigod of the Azeroth world, to be honest, with his current combat power, he's not untouchable, but facing this person, he seems to have no power to fight back at all! "You, you are Kadgar, why are you appearing here? No, you're not from this timeline." Luode looked at the white-haired man before him, frowned, and spoke.

With his current eyesight, he could naturally see that the faint temporal and spatial power on the other person's body—this guy is not from this timeline.

"Oh! Truly worthy of being a great demigod, in that case, explaining will be much easier for me. As you see, I am indeed not from this timeline; due to some accident, I came to this world, your world." Kadgar spoke.

"You're not from this world? How did you come to this world? Tell me specifically what happened." Luode looked with interest at Kadgar before him and asked.

"The situation is like this, great demigod, I come from another timeline, should be a few years from now.

Garru reached another timeline with the help of a bronze dragon, thirty-five years ago in the Draenor world, helping his father Old Hell Roar unify the entire orc tribes.

He established an organization called the Iron Horde and then attacked our Azeroth." Kadgar briefly explained to Luode what they had encountered.

"I roughly understand—you were originally going to fight against the Iron Horde, but after passing through the Dark Portal, for some unknown reason you came to my world, right?" Luode asked.

"Exactly, great demigod, so we want to borrow the Dark Portals you built, then use reverse magic to return to our timeline—our world is now extremely dangerous, suffering invasion by the Iron Horde." Kadgar spoke.

Luode, hearing this, stroked his chin and began to think about this matter.

If I'm not mistaken, this bunch should be Alliance and Horde members from the time of the King of Draenor; according to the original timeline, they should have successfully gone to Draenor thirty-five years ago, and then the mighty Archimonde fell again and again.

After that, the highly praised expansion Legion Again will open in the World of Warcraft, also the final glory of the Warcraft universe.

But for some unknown reason they came to my timeline—this is interesting, being able to shift timelines and send other beings to this world—only the Eternal Dragon or the Bronze Dragon can do that.

A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Luode's mouth; in this world, whether Eternal Dragon or Bronze Dragon, Luode doesn't really welcome them, and even the Bronze Dragon once tried to deal with Luode.

"I understand, I will help you find the mastermind behind sending you here, then find a way to send you to another timeline, so you can return to your own world." Luode spoke.

"Thank you very much, Great Demigod of Beida." Kadgar spoke.

"But there's one thing—I'm also quite curious about the Azeroth of another world; can I go with you to see the Azeroth of another timeline?" Luode asked.

The parallel universe of Azeroth is indeed very peculiar; previously, Glass Shard's explanation only covered ordinary timelines as one world, without involving parallel universes, until the King of Draenor version, when parallel universes were officially confirmed.

"Eh!" Kadgar suddenly became at a loss for words.

But Luode has no intention of giving the other party a chance to refuse him—after all, you came knocking on my door yourself! (End of chapter)