Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 570

Chapter 570 126.7 - Evergreen

The moment Maya asked, "Do you know anything about the Elves?" my mind began to sift through everything I knew about them—elves—one of the most well-known races to inhabit this world. Everyone was familiar with their existence, their deep connection to nature, and the legendary World Tree that bound their fate. They were a race blessed with long lives, ageless beauty, and smooth skin, their features always drawing admiration and envy from other races.

Though there was more to them than just their appearance. freewёbnoνel.com

They weren't native to this world, not like humans. They had come here from another realm, one tied to the essence of nature itself, during the Nexus Convergence. The day when mana had flooded into this world and when countless races from other planes had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere.

The Elves had arrived alongside other beings, beings of magic and mystery, claiming lands that had once belonged solely to humans. The Nexus Convergence had changed everything. Cities were lost, new territories claimed, and the balance of power had shifted forever. The Elves, with their natural affinity for mana, quickly established themselves as one of the dominant races.

And yet, despite their long lives and wisdom, they remained a mystery in many ways. Their culture, their magic, their rituals—these were things that weren't easily understood by humans. The Elves guarded their secrets closely, and only a few were ever truly allowed into their inner sanctums. The World Tree, their source of life and power, was said to be the very heart of their world, the place from which all their magic flowed.

These were the things everyone knew, the stories taught in schools, passed down through generations.

But I knew a lot more compared to what an average human of this world knew. After all, there were countless different times when the Elven realm was shown in the game.

That was also the reason why I was able to refer to Maya's lineage of elves.

I knew more than what was commonly taught about the Elves, especially compared to the average human in this world. My knowledge extended beyond the surface-level stories, primarily because of what I had seen in the game. In countless different instances, the Elven realm had been shown, revealing much more than the history books ever could.

Elves were ruled by royalty, and beneath that royalty, there was a council—an assembly of Elders who held great power and influence over their people. These Elders weren't just figureheads; they were the ones who upheld the ancient traditions, those steeped in magic and nature, and were responsible for guiding the Elven race through the chaotic times after the Nexus Convergence.

One of the most well-known aspects of the Elves was their natural affinity for mana. Their connection to magic was almost instinctive, woven into the very fabric of their existence. But it wasn't just about power—there was something primal about their relationship with the world. The Elves didn't live like humans, with their reliance on complex technology or advanced societies. They lived more in tune with the natural order of things, letting magic fill the gaps where technology might have in human lands.

The Elves' natural affinity for mana wasn't just a cultural or philosophical strength; it was a biological advantage. Their bodies were inherently more attuned to the flow of magic in the world, giving them a physical and magical superiority over many other races. This was why they were able to expand so aggressively after the Nexus Convergence, pushing back humans and claiming vast territories for themselves.

More than a quarter of the world's lands fell under Elven rule.

And they didn't just conquer; they enslaved. Humans were killed, their lands taken, and those who were captured were used as labor or worse. The Elves didn't just defeat their enemies—they bent them to their will, enforcing their dominance over the new world they had claimed.

They occupied the western side of the continent under the name Sylvanreach Enclave. That place is a lot different from the normal lands as Elves brought the most important things in their lives with them.

Seeds of the World Tree.

The World Tree of their world has fallen, corrupted, and died. And that is why they were forced to leave their own world.

And they recreated the World Tree.

But for the Elves to recreate their beloved World Tree, they had to reshape the land itself. The Sylvanreach Enclave, their domain on the western side of the continent, was nothing like the human lands surrounding it.

Simply planting the seeds wasn't enough. The World Tree didn't grow in just any environment. The Elves had to recreate the conditions of their homeland, transforming the land to suit the magic of the World Tree. It was a monumental task, requiring not just power but the careful cultivation of mana over centuries.

I knew from the game that the Elves had established powerful barriers along the borders of the Sylvanreach Enclave—barriers designed to separate their land from the human domains. These barriers weren't just physical; they were magical, preventing the carefully cultivated mana within the Elven domain from escaping. Without that control, the World Tree's magic would be diluted, and its influence weakened. The barriers ensured that the flow of mana within the Enclave remained steady, feeding the World Tree and allowing it to grow strong once more.

These barriers also served another purpose. They isolated the Elven lands, keeping outsiders from disturbing the delicate balance of magic the Elves had nurtured. It was a closed ecosystem, one that allowed the World Tree to flourish and the Elves to regain the power they had lost when their original tree was corrupted.

'But of course….It is hard for me to tell any of those to anyone.'

The fact that this knowledge came from a game from another world alone is impossible to explain. There is no person who can understand this concept.

Of course, if I were to say this to people who are close to me, they may somehow believe me, but I doubt they would completely accept this whole thing in their hearts.