Novel Full Chapter 811: Reassuring Insecurities
Chapter 811: Chapter 811: Reassuring Insecurities
The Common Elves, the most numerous according to the literature, were warm and approachable despite their blank minds. Their blond hair gleamed like ripe wheat, lightly tanned skin glowed with a healthy flush, and green eyes sparkled with curiosity, flecked with faint freckles that added a touch of charm to their otherwise flawless faces. The male grinned shyly at Kain, while the female hummed softly, a melodic sound that felt instinctively tied to nature. They were purely nature/plant-aligned, unlike the other elven races that had attributes in addition to Nature. ’No wonder outsiders peg all elves as tree-huggers.’ Their open, friendly demeanor drew the group closer, the female gently nudging the Dark Elf female when she strayed too far, earning a soft nod in return. Still, a spark of mischief in the male’s grin suggested they’d test boundaries, though their warmth kept tensions light.
Kain stepped back, satisfied. ’Three types, three strengths. They’re babies in mind, but those quirks—regal, guarded, curious—are already there. Genetics at work.’ The elves’ gazes followed him, trustingly. As if instinctively knowing he is their creator.
Just as Kain was finishing up reading their System Description, his current balance in the corner of the screen struck him like an arrow through the heart: zero.
His stomach sank like a stone. ’Just got that influx from the tournament and evolutionary plans, and it’s gone.’He recalled the dwarves—one elf cost three of them. ’Elves better be worth it.’ But a spark of hope flickered.
The Moonlight Elves, as “first elves,” could birth any variant—Sun Elves, Sea Elves, maybe more—given time. More spending should not be necessary if he’s patient. He could prioritize using future Source Points on introducing new species.
Kain’s mind turned strategic. ’That plant-based method from the Mother Tree—life and plant manipulation—fits these elves like a glove.’ He pictured them alongside the dwarves’, crafting a balanced ecosystem reminiscent of a medieval fantasy world—dwarves forging metals, elves nurturing nature. Pangea could be a true complex planet that may one day even gain complete independence from Kain.
Kain activated the System Interface, the Cradle’s light dimming as he teleported back to Pangea’s clearing. The air shimmered, and he reappeared beneath the Mother Tree’s towering canopy, its golden-green leaves rustling softly. The six elves materialized beside him, their bare feet sinking into the mossy ground. Bai Lian stood nearby, her vine-thread robe swaying, golden-green eyes widening at the new arrivals. The elves’ blank stares shifted from Kain to her, then to the Tree, their faces shifting between curiosity, being on guard, and nervousness. Even the normally cool and unflappable royal Moonlight elves, hesitantly moved closer to Kain and away from the strangers in the surroundings.
Before Kain could speak, a low rumble echoed from the clearing’s edge. Two burly figures emerged—dwarf leaders, larger than their kin, with broad shoulders and beards braided with metal beads. One had the bronze skin typical of most dwarves and thick red hair; while the other had obsidian black skin and straight white hair, a Dark Dwarf. Both of their skin glistened with sweat, pickaxes slung over their backs as they seemingly ran to the clearing around the World Tree after working without taking the time to change.
Unlike the weaker ones likely left behind to take care of the village and the young, these two actually had a decent amount of spiritual power that Kain could sense. Probably around the equivalent of a red-grade spiritual creature or 2-star beast-tamer. ’They must’ve heard I was here and regretted not seeing me’, Kain thought with slight bashfulness, recalling their reverence from when he visited the town. They’d missed his visit and clearly ran quickly to the World Tree once they got word from the others, hoping to get a glimpse of Kain. Now, eyes first widening as they looked at Kain, about to run toward him happily, they then froze, eyes darting between Kain and the elves.
The male dwarf, his thick red beard streaked with gray soot, squinted at the Moonlight Elves’ glowing hair and flawless faces, a mix of curiosity and unease in his gaze.
’Are they intimidated by these taller siblings?’ Kain thought after seeing them turning their gazes from him and fizating on the elves.
The dark dwarf, his sleek white hair in a neat braid, clutched his pickaxe handle, lips pursed.
’Or were theyInsecure, maybe…’ Kain realized, upon seeing what appeared to be growing displeasure on their faces, ’perhaps thinking I didn’t find the dwarves to be enough?’
But their pragmatic nature shone through; the red-haired male stepped forward, offering a gruff nod. “More of yours, Creator?” he asked, voice low but respectful in a language that Kain was surprised to find he could understand despite it seeming to be a unique language they developed on their own that wouldn’t exist outside of Pangea. Is it possible that Kain will instantly understand the language of any creature on Pangea as its creator?
Kain nodded, keeping his tone steady. “Elves. They’ll work with you, but aren’t very skilled with metallurgy. They’ll tend Pangea’s plants, help the planet to thrive.” The dark dwarf’s grip relaxed, perhaps upon realizing the elves weren’t created to replace them, his eyes softening with cautious interest as he studied the Common Elves’ warm grins.
The elves, their minds infantile, reacted instinctively. The Moonlight Elves stood aloof, their regal poise unshaken, but the female tilted her head, violet eyes assessing the dwarves as if weighing their worth. The Dark Elves edged closer together, the male’s hand twitching protectively, though his silver gaze held no malice, only wariness. The Common Elves, however, bounded forward, the male’s mischievous grin widening as he reached out to touch the Dark Dwarf’s shiny beads hanging around his neck, earning a surprised chuckle. The female elf hummed louder, her melody soothing the tension, drawing a hesitant smile from the red-haired dwarf.
“They’re… different,” the red-haired dwarf muttered, curiosity overtaking his unease. “But they seem alright.” The Dark dwarf nodded, a spark of pride returning. Not jealous, then—just needed reassurance, Kain thought.
“Bai Lian,” Kain said, turning to her, “guide them. Teach them fast, like the dwarves. Language, culture, that nature-based cultivation method. They need to contribute—grow Pangea’s resources.”
Bai Lian bowed slightly, smiling gently at the elves. “They’ll learn quickly,” she said, her voice soft. “The Mother Tree will help, like before.” She glanced at the dwarves. “You’ll show them the ropes, too?”
The red-haired dwarf grunted, a grin breaking through. “Aye, if they don’t trip over their own feet.”
The Common Elves giggled, not understanding his words but sensing the warmth, while the Dark Elves relaxed slightly, and the Moonlight Elves merely continued looking at everyone (except Kain) as if they were their subjects, their regal and superior air returning after the initial fear of being suddenly teleported wore off.
Kain exhaled, relieved. ’Looks like they’re getting along—for now.’ The dwarves’ loyalty held, their insecurity fading into cautious camaraderie.