Weed ~The One’s Gardener~ - Chapter 96

Then, at some moment, the flood of memories that struck her like lightning came to a halt.

No, it wasn’t really a halt.

She understood.

At last, she realized.

Hana opened her golden eyes.

In the darkness, a pair of golden orbs shone vibrantly.

It was a cycle.

The cycle of all life. It wasn’t meant to bind anyone. It wasn’t something to struggle against. It wasn’t a deliberate constraint imposed by anyone.

It wasn’t pain. It wasn’t punishment.

All living beings are born, die, and become nutrients for others, thus becoming part of the world. They experience birth, experience death, and return to the earth. This is the balance of the world—the true essence of ‘Power.’ She had endured it all. She had obtained all those memories. She had gained all those experiences.

And she accepted it.

“Haha… Haha! Hahahahaha!“

Simply existing there was natural.

That was the rule of the world. The principle of the world. An unchanging truth.

It wasn’t arrogance.

If one takes actions beyond their capability and avoids responsibility by fleeing, they will surely pay the price. That is the belief of the arrogant, but she had endured it all. She had completed a world that was imperfectly created, entirely by her own hands, without relying on anyone else.

This world wasn’t perfect. It remained unfinished. That meant the world was still being shaped—by none other than its creator.

She had done everything within her power and endured until the end. Therefore, it was not arrogance. It was not pride. The young world had simply been waiting for the right moment.

‘I was greedy. I still am.’

She had always wanted to save others, not out of compassion or sacrifice, but from selfishness.

Yes, this was the selfishness of a god.

The lifespan of her human body had come to an end. From within that fleeting, fragile, and insignificant form, a dazzling golden light erupted.

The god descends to the lowest place.

To be in the lowest place in the world means to be closest to the center of this world.

Finally, to her, who was aligned with the principle, the god descended. Her body disintegrated. It was a farewell to the mundane world. Recalling the last memories of a worthless human, she thought of a line from a book she had once read.

Though he currently serves me solely in confusion,

I’ll soon guide him towards the light.

Just as a gardener knows when the tree will flourish,

The flowers and fruits will adorn the coming seasons.

At last, the time has come. The world is now complete.

The young god’s trial has come to an end.

After a long wait,

The once inexperienced creator has finally transformed into a perfect god.

29. Weed

It was born as a weed. It was simply existing.

It had no memories of that time, as it felt so insignificant. The only thing it remembered was a starving bug eating its own flesh. The weed, in its misery, allowed the bug to consume it entirely, blooming flowers and even bearing small fruits in the process.

The bug asked, “Why do you sacrifice yourself?”

The weed replied, “It’s not a sacrifice.”

Ah, it realized it wasn’t insignificant.

The weed only came to understand this after being consumed. No matter how trivial a life may seem to someone, it is still a part of the vast cycle. There is no hierarchy in life. If even one piece is missing, the balance is disrupted. Each has an important role to play.

One day, unexpectedly, the weed saw the light of the world—a dazzling golden light. Just touching it filled the weed with joy, warm like the sun.

Thus, the first creation of this new world, having awakened to self-awareness, heard the voice of its master.

[ Oh dear, I made a mistake. If it continues like this, it will end in failure. ]

Oh, god. What does that mean?

Having just received the divine will and been reborn, it clung to the god for an answer.

[ Wait, oh weed. No, don’t wait. Forget. ]

Oh, god. Please tell me anything. I’ll do whatever you ask. I’m ready. What should I wait for? I can wait for anything. How long should I wait? I can wait for eternity.

My master? Answer me. Answer me…

The god didn’t respond. At some point, it had disappeared from this world—a long time ago. Thus, there was no god in this realm anymore.

The god had clearly abandoned it.

Mistake. Failure.

Those were the words of the god.

Did that mean this world was created by mistake? Was it a failure that kept the god from forming an attachment?

The world abandoned by the god was woefully inadequate. Holes appeared everywhere, and an unknown disease ran rampant. This world, lacking in beauty and completeness, was certainly deserving of neglect. So, the weed decided to beautify it. Shouldn’t it capture the gaze of the god who might someday return?

The weed first elevated its own trivial state, aiming to present the most pleasing appearance to the god. It took root in the center of the world, determined to cultivate it from there, manifesting the most noble form.

It would create a blessed land. In this land, all plants would grow without being bound by the seasons. It would yield lush grains and fruits continuously, overflowing with life. It would also produce healing herbs to cure every kind of ailment, ensuring that everyone in the world would sing its praises.

This would be a sanctuary where every flower and every plant could thrive. One day, it would surely boast the unparalleled beauty of this place. Wouldn’t it be admired for having cultivated it? Surely, the god would appreciate its efforts. This world could become beautiful enough.

Thus, the World Tree created the god’s garden.

O god, do you find it pleasing now? This world has become so beautiful.

The World Tree looked up at the sun and asked. But after a long while, there was no response. The god didn’t appear.

The reason for this could be easily guessed.