Chapter 927 – Nature Elf

Inside her personal tent at the Explorer’s Camp, Mo Lan stood beside the Well of the Sky and activated the Seran world invitation in her hand.

After the familiar pulling sensation of cross-world teleportation, the expected feeling of landing never came.

Instead, she seemed to have fallen into a peculiar state of “suspension.”

She couldn’t see anything. Her limbs felt weak and limp, and she could faintly feel a resilient, elastic barrier surrounding her.

She appeared to be trapped in a cramped space.

Rich, almost tangible life energy enveloped her—pure and gentle.

After a brief moment of shock, Mo Lan immediately examined herself.

Sensing that the Book of Cards was still within her body, and that the flow of her Mana and psychic power remained unrestricted, she finally felt a sliver of security.

“Where… is this?”

She thought calmly, her mind racing: “The invitation’s teleportation mechanism has been verified countless times—it shouldn’t malfunction. So is it because the Seran world’s Realm-friend invitation is special, or did I just have bad luck this time, getting a native identity that starts off imprisoned?”

Regardless of the reason, sitting around waiting to die was never her style.

Mo Lan began trying to channel her Mana, preparing to forcibly break through this seemingly resilient “barrier” that confined her.

However, just as she was about to condense Mana at her fingertips—

Hum!

An unfamiliar vision flashed through her mind without warning!

The vision was extremely brief, yet incredibly vivid:

The instant she forcibly broke through the barrier, the entire life-filled space shattered like a cracking eggshell, splitting apart in all directions. The life energy contained within leaked and dissipated wildly, and her body rapidly weakened.

“!!!”

Mo Lan’s pupils contracted sharply. The Mana she had been building up dissipated instantly, and cold sweat broke out across her back.

She frequently used Psychic Magic to read others’ memories, and her mental sea’s defenses could be described as impenetrable. How could completely unfamiliar information suddenly appear in her mind?

Her heightened alertness made her immediately calm her thoughts and carefully, inch by inch, inspect her mental sea.

Before long, she discovered an incongruous presence within her mental sea—a green orb of light emanating a gentle, ancient aura.

It hovered there quietly, showing no sign of aggression or hostility. Rather, it resembled a seed waiting to hatch.

What surprised Mo Lan even more was that when her psychic power touched this green orb of light, a stream of information was naturally understood by her, as if it were something she was always meant to know.

Though it appeared utterly unfamiliar, she instantly understood what it was: “The inherited memories of a nature Elf?”

Mo Lan was stunned.

What was going on? How had a nature Elf’s inherited memories ended up in her mind? An absurd thought surfaced uncontrollably.

She instinctively raised her hand, trembling as she reached for her own ear—

The sensation at her fingertips was pointed, soft, with an unfamiliar skeletal contour.

“I’ve… actually turned into an Elf?”

This fact detonated like a thunderclap in her mind, leaving her in utter disbelief as she repeatedly touched those pointed ears that belonged to an Elf.

Why was the Realm-friend invitation so precious? Precisely because it could make the world consciousness treat an Explorer as a native creature of its world, granting each Realm-friend Explorer a perfectly integrated native identity.

Explorers could not only inherit this identity’s memories, bloodline, and talents, but also retain their original abilities.

She had already verified this in the Three Thousand Mirror Ruins World. The Seran world may not have Witches or Sorceresses, but it did have humans—quite a large number of them, in fact.

In Mo Lan’s view, a human girl’s identity would be far more suitable for her than an Elf’s, whether in terms of living habits, thought patterns, or social integration.

Of course, she didn’t think being an Elf was bad.

On the contrary, Elves had long lifespans, possessed extraordinarily high talent for nature magic, and even had these inherited memories that both Sorceresses and Witches deeply envied… From any angle, an Elf’s starting point was far superior to that of an ordinary human.

But the problem was—giving her the identity of an unborn Elf infant still in gestation, what was that supposed to be?!

In the moment she had touched that mass of inherited memories, a flood of basic information had already poured into her consciousness.

She knew clearly what her current situation was—a pure Elf fetus whose consciousness was already fully mature, but whose body still needed to absorb a great deal of nutrients to develop completely!

She had gone through tremendous effort to reach Seran in order to study more advanced magical knowledge and explore the mysteries of a Fifteenth Rank world—not to truly start from scratch and experience a childhood lasting decades or even over a century that she had no control over!

“Wait…” She suddenly recalled the crucial detail. “This invitation was obtained from Lady Eliana…”

Could the problem really lie with this invitation itself?

Could this invitation be bound to an Elf identity pool?

She remembered that Eliana had mentioned the Elves of the Seran world had many branches, and the branch that had migrated to the Valen world were the nature Elves.

And her current identity happened to be exactly that—a nature Elf.

At this thought, Mo Lan couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh.

She could feel the warm, nutrient-rich “water of life” surrounding her, automatically nourishing this tiny body.

She instinctively swallowed a few mouthfuls. The sweet energy flowed down her throat, bringing a strange sense of comfort.

She had only obtained five Realm-friend invitations in total, and each one used meant one fewer remaining.

If she immediately gave up and returned just because her identity was an “Elf infant,” that would be far too wasteful, and would be a disservice to all her prior planning and anticipation.

At this point, complaints and resistance were utterly meaningless.

“I can only accept it…” she told herself.

Fortunately, her Book of Cards, psychic power, and Mana were all unaffected.

Though her body was restricted, her mind was free.

She might as well treat it as a period of secluded cultivation.

For Mo Lan, the most unbearable thing was wasting time.

This was the perfect opportunity to carefully sort through and study the vast nature Elf inherited memories in her mind.

Queen Eliana had said that the high Elves were one of the most ancient intelligent races in the Seran world, possessing an incomparably glorious past. Their magical civilization had once illuminated an entire era.

But later, due to ideological differences within the race, many branches had evolved.

The nature Elves were a relatively weaker branch among the many major branches, and the group that had migrated to the Valen world were actually only the wood Elves—a sub-branch of nature Elves that leaned toward forests and plants.

Perhaps these inherited memories could tell her what the high Elves of the Seran world were truly like.

Her consciousness sank once more into that green orb of light.

The inherited memories, which would normally unlock gradually as an Elf grew, threw open their embrace completely before the vastness of her psychic power. (End of Chapter)