The Dark Vine Nation had attacked.

Long ago, the four nations (Alabaster, Chicken Coop, Vine, and Era) had lived together in harmony up until this attack.

Only the Cultiviner, the master of all types of magic (both vine and soul) could stop the Dark Vine Nation. But when the world needed him most, she vanished.

Waifu was gone.

The nameless figure had gathered a massive army and taught the secrets of vines, improperly, to millions of people.

Now all was vine. Vine was all.

And there was nothing the vinenators in the hidden village could ever do about it, because they were simply not powerful enough in their small numbers, not without their leader.

Xi Guo Lao knew that Waifu would return one day, if it was one day or one hundred years. One day she would avenge her village, because that’s just the kind of woman she was.

But today would be his last day to speak his own vine spells.

Instead of a spell, he spake a swear:

“Vine vines vine vine vine vines vines vine vine vines vines vines vine vines vine vines vine vines vines vine vine vine vines vines vine vines vines vine vines vine vines vines vine vines vines vine vines vine vine vines vine vines vines vine vines vines vines vine vine vines vines vine vine vines vines vines vine vine vines vine vine vine vine vine vine vines vine vine vines vine vine vine vine vines vines vine vine vines vine vines vine vines vines vine vines vines vine vine vine vines vines vine vines vines vine vine.”

And then the Dark Viner, the nameless figure who had come all this way with all these army people and giant shadowy vines in the shape of katanas floating around them, spake in return:

“Vine vines vine vine vine vines vines vines vine vines vines vine vine vines vine vines vine vines vines vines vine vines vine vine vine vine vines vine vine vine vine vine vine vines vine vine vine vines vines vines vine vines vines vine vines vines vines vines vine vines vines vine vines vines vines vines vine vines vines vine vine vines vine vine vine vine vines vine vines vines vine vine vine vine vines vine vine vine vine vine vine vines vine vine vines vines vines vine vine vines vines vine vines vines vines vines vine vines vines vine vines vines vines vines vine vines vines vine vine vine vines vine.”

There was no countering that.

The village was overrun and the people subjugated.

The cycle of violence and torment came once again, and Wuweizi was plunged into an eternal darkness, as the cycle went. Just like Bernie Yue Ji wanted, the wealth of power was redistributed, but not like he ever expected.

Because nobody expects the dark vines.

終わり