Unlike medieval Europe’s “my vassal’s vassal isn’t my vassal” deal, once these plant deities swear loyalty, they’ll fall under Ygg’s command—but Oliver’s orders take priority.

  Oliver’s their real master.

  “We’ll follow you, great snake sir!”

  The first to speak up? The star tree—the same one with the biggest rebel streak earlier.

  Oliver glances at it, says nothing, just nods.

  This guy’s potential rivals the World Tree. Nurture it right, and it’ll be a solid asset.

  Plus, its fruits could turn into planets—maybe even help evolve his Chaos Gem space!

  That’s what Oliver values most about this star tree!

  Seeing Oliver accept it, the star tree’s over the moon—its massive trunk quivers with excitement.

  The other plant deities see even the star tree got in, and they scramble to pledge loyalty too.

  These guys are a bunch of surrender-happy opportunists.

  They stuck with the Níemogrs before, just wanting a safe spot to root and grow slow.

  Now that Oliver’s trashed this super-nest, they’ve got nowhere else to go—tagging along with him’s the obvious pick.

  With a snake this strong protecting them, they can grow in peace again.

  “Alright, since you’re all in, root yourselves in my Chaos Gem!”

  Oliver flashes a slight smile and fires up the gem’s absorption function!

  Boom!

  A flash of white light later, all the loot from the Níemogr nest—high- and low-tier items, Mandela Metal—gets sucked inside.

  And, of course, the plant deities too.

  “What… where are we?”

  Once yanked into the Chaos Gem space, the star tree and the others freeze, stunned.

  They never imagined an unassuming gem Oliver carries could hold such a massive interior!

  Looking around, this space feels almost identical to the chaos world outside.

  No—not just identical, it’s better.

  As plant deities, they sense it right away: this place is tailor-made for their growth.

  That’s because Oliver’s Chaos Gem space has Ymir’s flesh.

  Sure, it’s a small chunk, but it’s packed with mysterious elements perfect for space and plant deity thriving.

  Of course, that flesh melted into the space long ago. The plants can’t see it now—just the eerie mist drifting everywhere.

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  And floating around are embryonic planets and continents.

  It’s all catnip to them.

  “Haha, nice spot, huh? This is the place my master set up just for me—for all of us! Beats that Níemogr nest by a thousand, a million times!”

  Ygg sways its branches, bragging to the other plants.

  “No kidding—Oliver’s the real deal!”

  The star tree can’t help but blurt out, totally won over.

  “This is unreal—I can’t believe I get to live somewhere this good!”

  “Yeah, yeah, Master Oliver’s too strong!”

  The other plant deities are hyped, shaking their leaves like crazy.

  For plant deities, the craving for land’s baked in—they’re wired to yearn for planets and continents.

  But in the chaos, actual land and planets don’t exist.

  Most of these plant deities have never even seen one since birth.

  They’ve only ever rooted in the void.

  The star tree wanted to be top dog because its fallen fruits could become rooting spots for weaker plants.

  It figured that made it the natural plant king—better than the World Tree.

  But seeing this space? It’s done—completely convinced.

  The planets and continents brewing here are way more mysterious and plant-friendly than its fruits—by a factor of a million.

  With Oliver as its master, giving Ygg this growth paradise, the star tree’s been totally outclassed.

  “Boss, can we root anywhere in here?”

  The starlight grass asks, buzzing with excitement, double-checking just to be sure.

  “Pick wherever you want to settle.”

  Oliver nods again.

  “Hahaha, quit yapping and grab a good spot before someone else does!”

  Ygg boasts, full of pride.

  This chaos space is massive, and the continents and planets keep growing over time—so Ygg’s not worried about the others crowding its turf.

  Back when it hogged Ymir’s flesh solo, it wasn’t this generous.

  For plants, rooting space is a big deal—root fights and turf wars aren’t rare.

  Even in Oliver’s future world, plants compete to grow taller, outdoing each other for sunlight.

  These chaos plant deities might be gods, but their habits mirror the countless plants Oliver’s seen in his later life.

  Right now, though, they’re all chill—mostly because Oliver’s chaos space is just that huge.

  “I’m taking this continent!”

  “This planet’s mine—no one steal it!”

  “This spot’s me!”

  The plants go wild, diving into the mist to claim their territories.

  Heavy hitters like the starlight grass and sakura sword tree snag the best spots. Vast continents start getting pierced by their roots.

  Feeling the rich, boundless soil and nutrients, they let out more cheers and giddy laughs.

  …

  Seeing how stoked these guys are, Oliver nods in satisfaction.

  His giant body keeps cruising through the dark chaos, no set destination—just putting distance between him and the wrecked Níemogr nest fast.

  That spot just saw a hell of a fight—Oliver’s worried it might draw the eyes of other big-shot deities.

  He’s crazy strong now, but in the chaos world, he’s nowhere near invincible. Caution’s the name of the game.

  As he pulls away from the ruined battlefield, Oliver starts poking at a dark breath blob he stashed in his Chaos Gem space.

  It’s a leftover from that level 12 queen, thick with the dark primal rune’s essence.

  Oliver’s about to try cracking and mastering this so-called dark primal rune!