Infinite Evolution: My Idle Evolution System

Sect Leader Greenflame felt his soul quake, with the pressure affecting him too much to resist. He fell face-first into the ground, his bloody stump of a left arm bleeding out even more profusely.

"I-I…" Out of fear, Mo Fuchan succumbed to the will of the terrifying tree. "I wanted to make her understand her place!!"

Necro lessened a bit of the pressure that was sourced from his connection with nature. After which, he coalesced and molded one of his purplish-black roots into an unnerving humanoid figure that stood at over 4 meters tall.

"You wanted to make her understand her place?" Necro asked from the eerily moving mouth of this eldritch horror extension of himself.

"Y-Yes…!" Mo Fuchan replied with spiraling eyes, unable to turn up and face the monstrosity looming over him. "She was too cocky! And I hated all the attention she was receiving from the Elders! For that, she deserved what I did to her while she was at her weakest just after fending off the Beast Tide!!"

Silence…

"Tell me, human: do you regret what you did?"

Necro's question came as quite the surprise to Mo Fuchan.

"Regret??" He repeated. "Why would I regret it!? Ravaging her was one of the best experiences I've ever known! This is the way of the world!! Ha, you should've seen her face as despair settled in! It was so—"

SHA!

One of Necro's branches suddenly whipped out, slicing off both of Mo Fuchan's legs in an instant.

"...AHhhhh!!!!"

He screamed like a banshee, the pain too much to bear.

His pain-filled tears mixed together with anger as he viciously glared at Necro. However, Necro didn't care one bit as he called Lang Qingyue over.

"Yes, Big Brother?"

Necro motioned toward the writhing Greenflame Sect Leader, replying, "Bring this 'thing' out to the backside of the mountain. Make sure its final moments will carry over with it into the afterlife—ensure that they're memorable."

Lang Qingyue didn't immediately respond, but then a demonic smile formed as she approached the bloodied Mo Fuchan. Ignoring his screaming, she clutched onto his head and left the area.

"Looks like I was wrong. It turned out that me and you were destined for each other," Lang Qingyue said to Mo Fuchan, causing him to despair.

"Yo-You!! You pro-promiseedd…!!"

"YOU PROMISED…!!!!"

Mo Fuchan's delirious cries of anger and pain could be heard from all around. But by the time he was dragged to the back, his shrill, vengeful voice ceased to be.

"Promises." Necro slowly whipped his branches around toward the trembling Sect Leader Hundred-eye. "I only keep them for those deserving of my candidacy. Wastes of space like you two deserve nothing other than the worst."

"!!!"

"P-Please rethink your decision, Demon Tree…!" Sect Leader Hundred-eye pleaded, doing anything in his power to avoid a pitiful fate like Mo Fuchan's. "If… If you don't torture me before death, I'll—"

"Your involvement in Yi Yu's death—you were the main conspirator," said Necro, silencing Sect Leader Hundred-eye's nonsense. "Do you deny this?"

"I…"

Sect Leader Hundred-eye had no words to defend himself.

Any attempts at deceit would be seen through in an instant—he could instinctively feel this to be absolute.

"D-Demon Tree, you have to understand…" Sect Leader Hundred-eye still tried to explain himself, clinging onto any possible strand of hope. "Mo Fuchan was the one most suited to be used by my Sect—"

"Good," said Necro as he walked toward Sect Leader Hundred-eye in his humanoid form. "I also happen to find you most suitable to be used."

"N-Nooo!!!"

In the blink of an eye, Necro flashed forward. He reappeared behind Sect Leader Hundred-eyed, holding within his massive gaunt hands four bloody limbs.

Turning around at a creep, Necro's hollowed eyes glowed black as he said to the hollering man, "I shall use you as an example. An example to all those who believe themselves to be above the consequences of their actions."

Without caring about the excruciating pain assaulting Sect Leader Hundred-eye, Necro flash-stepped next to him. After lifting his whole body with a single hand, he blurred once more, reappearing over a thousand meters away.

Necro now stood atop a neighboring mountain, with his roots nearly reaching their limits in tethering him to his main body.

"Little bug," he whispered next to Sect Leader Hundred-eye. "I know that you called for reinforcements."

"!!!"

'H-How could he—...!?'

"They're in that direction, aren't they?" Necro pointed his freaky right index finger in the direction of several visible atmospheric discrepancies forming in the distance. "How would you like to greet them ahead of schedule?"

"W-Wait, I'll do whatever—"

*Fwooop!*

Before Sect Leader Hundred-eye could finish his sentence, his gums were forced into a state of wild disarray as intense winds smacked him straight in the face. Before he knew it, he was already soaring through the skies with a poisonous spear poking out of his stomach.

It guided him toward his demise.

"NOOooooo!!!"

BOOM!

When he landed, the |Poisonous Spear| protruding out of him exploded in a gory display of acidic poison. Everything for dozens of meters, including the Sect Leader himself, deteriorated at an insane rate.

But not fast enough for Sect Leader Hundred-eye to get the painless death he wanted…

"Ahhghhh!!!!!"

His screams of pure terror were followed by the appearance of several figures clad in dark green. They were old in age, with their gazes exuding a venomous intent that was deeply furrowed at a location dozens of miles away.

Where they were looking was where Necro's bodily extension was menacingly poised. In his right hand was another |Venomous Spear|, this one stabbed into the ground like a halberd preparing to pierce the heavens.

"What is that thing?" one of the Hundred-eye Ancestors prompted a question that turned them all pensive. "It's not human, but it also doesn't feel like a Demon Beast."

"...Perhaps it's a mutated Spirit or Natural Enigma," added a different Hundred-eye Ancestor, the only female of the group of four. "It gives off a dangerous feeling but possesses no aura—this is very similar to recorded Natural Enigmas."

They had all but forgotten about the pitiful man gurgling on his blood, covered in toxic miasma that seeped out of him and spread out into the surroundings. He was, after all, no more than a mere Sect Leader of the Half-step Qi Condensation Realm.

Anything below the Qi Condensation Realm was trash that served no real purpose other than to be cannon fodder. Everyone in the Cultivation World knew this.