Chapter 11: Lord of the Forest

Only after seeing Vlamé off did Lin Yu suddenly remember that he had forgotten to warn her.

Of course, it wasn’t necessarily forgetfulness—perhaps Lin Yu himself hadn’t realized he didn’t truly care about this matter.

After all, the original novel clearly stated that only Vlamé’s three teammates would face mortal danger; she herself would return safely and later meet a fairy mage named Fulilian .

Lin Yu considered only Vlamé a friend.

Asking him to care about three complete strangers was indeed difficult.

“Forget it—it doesn’t matter. In this timeline, Vlamé has the holy scripture I wrote; no matter what trouble she runs into, she can at least unleash a big move and run away, right?”

Thinking this, Lin Yu comfortably put the matter out of his mind and returned to his solitary state from five months ago.

But unlike five months ago, his residence had become an ancient, majestic stone fortress, accompanied by a white ape servant of high intelligence who could serve him tea and water, and a white wolf far better suited as a pet and mount than Longlongyan.

In addition, Lin Yu gained a new pastime—magic.

He needed no food or sleep, studying magic day and night without pause.

This routine lasted about a week.

On the eighth day after Vlamé’s departure, an old man with snow-white hair burst into his territory, holding a letter and cautiously scanning his surroundings.

Lin Yu noticed the old man the instant he entered the territory and sent the white ape to fetch him.

As expected, the white-haired elder was none other than the village chief—the biological father of the powerful warrior.

The letter in his hand was Vlamé’s personal note, intended to introduce him to the lord of this forest.

“...You’re the village chief?”

Beneath the towering dome, the undisputed king of this forest sat upon a cast-iron throne draped in white bear fur, turning the letter over and placing it gently atop the wide armrest beside his teacup.

Following that long, powerful hand upward, one saw the calm yet imposing face of a young boy.

His jet-black pupils resembled starlight in the night, casting their gaze upon the humble, reverent white-haired elder below, mingling with the magical glow from the bronze candelabras on the stone pillars.

“Why are you here? Where’s your son?”

The old man dared not delay and immediately bowed low: “My lord, he has departed with Lady Vlamé.”

“...So easily?”

The young boy abruptly changed his demeanor, muttering softly: “You won’t even come to confirm it yourself?”

The old man paused slightly, then quickly regained composure, lowering his head: “Dai Meng has always valued his word. Moreover, Lady Vlamé has staked her own life as guarantee—there can be no issue.”

“You know how to speak well.”

Lin Yu regarded the old man with interest.

The man spoke with noble elegance, his diction resembling ancient prose—perhaps his ancestors had once been fallen nobility.

...No wonder he raised a warrior worthy of Vlamé’s effort to win over—he truly had substance!

Thinking this, Lin Yu waved his hand, instructing the white ape to bring a cup of hot tea, then smiled: “Since Vlamé vouches for you, I shall guarantee your safety!”

“Thank you, Lord of the Forest!”

Overjoyed, the old man quickly set down his teacup and bowed deeply in thanks.

He had no doubt this youthful-looking elf boy possessed such power—he had already seen the colossal unicorn beast outside the tower before entering.

That was the Spine Peak Lord who once ravaged the forest and forced them to flee their homeland!

This elf boy had tamed it as a pet to guard his estate—in this age, not everyone understood the true nature of monsters as clearly as Vlamé did.

To ordinary people, monsters were no different from wild beasts.

That was precisely why Lin Yu dared to display his monstrous servants to them.

“But there is one thing I must make clear.”

Lin Yu shifted tone, gazing calmly at the old man: “I have no interest in the wars between human kingdoms.”

“If demons or monsters appear, I have no objection to eliminating such troubles—but if you dare use my name to involve yourselves in human wars...”

The old man startled, immediately falling to his knees and pledging: “My lord, rest assured—we seek only self-preservation and will do nothing beyond that!”

“Good!”

Lin Yu nodded, gently raising his hand to help the village chief rise.

He then inquired about the village’s affairs; once his curiosity was satisfied, he dismissed the old man with a command to the white ape.

Watching the old man depart, delighted, Lin Yu raised his right hand and swept it beside his ear—the illusion of pointed ears dissolved like melting snow.

It was Vlamé’s suggestion.

He was an immortal, ageless being; if he wished to interact with humans, it was best to appear as an elf, to avoid unnecessary trouble.

“The villagers’ problem is finally settled!”

Lin Yu stretched lazily, reclining backward, and took out the holy scripture to begin engraving.

Instantly, magical particles in the air began to converge.

The white wolf, lounging behind the throne, perked up, rushing eagerly to lie down at Lin Yu’s feet.

Lin Yu paid no mind to the dog’s fawning demeanor, continuing to engrave the scripture.

He had already engraved the first thirteen pages once—he was thoroughly familiar with the process, and within just a week, he had caught up to the version he had given Vlamé.

Thus, Lin Yu’s time swiftly passed in studying magic and engraving the scripture; the newly established village beyond the forest had little impact on his life—

No, rather, the villagers dared not disturb this lord of the forest.

After all, the gatekeeper of the fortress was the very monster that had once driven them from their homes.

To these villagers, the fear of monsters was deeply etched into their minds.

Unless absolutely necessary, they preferred not to interact with Lin Yu...

This peaceful coexistence lasted for half a year.

Until that day, a powerful monster burst into the northern forest, threatening the newly settled village.

Faced with this emergency, the other villagers instinctively assumed they should pool money to hire adventurers.

Only the village chief disagreed—he had met Lin Yu and felt this forest lord was kind-hearted, and should be approached for aid.

In the end, the village chief overruled the others and brought two young men to seek out Lin Yu.

Lin Yu said nothing more, sending White Wolf “Guangzhi” and White Ape “Guangmou” to resolve the monster.

Within a single day, the village chief and villagers returned, awestruck and reverent, escorting the two divine beasts back.

The powerful monster that had ravaged the northern forest was as insignificant as a toy before Guangzhi and Guangmou, unable to stir even a ripple.

This was no surprise—they had been by Lin Yu’s side for a full half-year.

During those six months, every time Lin Yu studied magic or engraved the scripture, countless ambient magical particles gathered.

The magic became so dense it coalesced into mist around the tower—no less than a magical paradise.

Thanks to this mist of magic, the three monsters’ power surged dramatically; each now possessed magical reserves dozens of times greater than half a year prior.

Moreover, the newly engraved scripture contained a technique called 【Bai Ze’s Ten Thousand Beasts Map】, inspired by the legendary Bai Ze Tu, which recorded eleven thousand five hundred and twenty different spirits.

Any monster listed on the map could suppress malice, awaken sentience, and be considered bound by covenant with the scripture.

Undoubtedly, both Longlongyan and the two “Guang” creatures were listed—they could draw upon Lin Yu’s power at any time.

Against such overpowered beings, mere wild monsters stood no chance.

After this incident, the villagers’ attitude toward Lin Yu, the forest lord, changed.

Less pure fear, more reverent awe.

This awe deepened over the next decade, gradually transforming into something else...

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