One wore the unmistakable military uniform of the Rovan Federation—broad?shouldered, towering, radiating the sharp, disciplined aura of a battlefield commander.

  General Yeh Muni.

  The other was impossible to mistake: a rainbow?colored explosion of hair, tattered clothes, and a body covered in blood and wounds.

  Quentin Vilewind.

  Evan narrowed his eyes.

  Those wounds weren’t fresh.

  And they definitely weren’t from Yeh Muni.

  Something in the mountains had torn Quentin apart long before this confrontation.

  The chat exploded:

  “Holy crap!”

  “Streamer’s insane!”

  “Why isn’t he talking?”

  “Say something, bro!”

  Finally, the streamer—known online as FangBro—whispered nervously:

  “Guys… my legs are shaking.

  I don’t dare talk too loud.

  But with this level of dedication… don’t you think I deserve a little gift? Come on, show some love.”

  Before he could finish begging, the camera lurched violently.

  The world spun.

  Branches, rocks, and darkness flashed by.

  FangBro was sprinting for his life.

  When the camera stabilized again, he gasped:

  “I almost died! Holy—”

  The two Saint?tiers had descended from the sky to the ground—far too close for comfort.

  Even Wendy and Yvonne, with their enhanced vision, could no longer see clearly.

  They leaned in beside Evan, watching the livestream over his shoulder.

  On screen, Yeh Muni spoke first:

  “Quentin Vilewind. Leave Rovan territory now, and I will pretend none of this happened.”

  Quentin’s expression shifted instantly—from deranged arrogance to childish mischief.

  He hopped forward one step.

  “I stepped out.”

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  Then hopped back.

  “I stepped in.”

  Forward again.

  “I stepped out again. Come hit me, idiot!”

  Yeh Muni’s face turned purple with rage.

  “You go too far!”

  He charged.

  But Evan knew the truth—Quentin wasn’t provoking him.

  He was lost in some delusional role?play, acting out a scene only he understood.

  The two Saint?tiers vanished from the frame in a blink, their speed too fast for the camera to follow.

  The livestream cut to FangBro’s face—a skinny, dark?skinned man with oversized front teeth.

  “Guys, I’m gonna keep tracking them. I’ll end the stream for now. When I find them again, I’ll go live. Wish me luck!”

  The chat flooded with:

  “RIP, brave warrior.”

  “Goodbye, hero.”

  “We barely knew you.”

  Evan exited the stream and looked at Wendy.

  “What do you think?”

  Wendy’s eyes were sharp.

  “Quentin ran to Monka City injured. That means he was wounded by something inside the Blackrock Mountains. And it wasn’t a newly evolved Tier?4 beast. It was a powerful, established Saint?tier lifeform.”

  Evan nodded.

  “And since Quentin never enters human cities when he’s sane or insane, this time he must’ve been beaten badly and fled blindly.”

  Yvonne inhaled sharply.

  “So the mountains really hide a powerful Tier?4 beast?”

  “More likely a spirit plant,” Wendy said.

  “If it were a beast, it would’ve chased him. But it didn’t. That suggests it can’t move.”

  Spirit plants—evolved plants—were rarer and more valuable than beasts.

  Their entire bodies were medicinal treasures, essential for high?grade evolutionary drugs.

  Wendy continued:

  “There are two types of spirit plants.

  One: mobile types, like ginseng spirits—they can burrow and move extremely fast.

  Two: immobile types—massive, rooted, and nearly invincible within their territory.”

  Evan exhaled.

  “So the one in the mountains is the second type. Huge, rooted, and overwhelmingly strong.”

  The earlier tremors, the earth?shaking battle, the fact that Quentin fled instead of being chased—everything aligned.

  Wendy folded her arms.

  “It’s only my hypothesis. But if I’m right, the situation around the Blackrock Mountains is about to get much more complicated.”

  “And Yeh Muni probably suspects the same,” she added. “That’s why he chased Quentin into the mountains—to investigate.”

  Yvonne’s expression darkened.

  “Before, no one wanted to fight because there was no profit. But if a fourth?tier spirit plant is exposed… a war is inevitable.”

  Evan nodded.

  “And the more chaotic things get, the easier it’ll be for us to slip out of Monka City.”

  Wendy’s prediction was confirmed the very next day.

  A fourth?tier spirit plant did exist in the Blackrock Mountains.

  And the news spread so fast because of one man—

  FangBro, the fearless outdoor streamer.

  He had followed the trail deep into the mountains.

  He didn’t manage to capture the Saint?tier battle on camera,

  but he found something even more shocking:

  A section of the mountain had split open, revealing the roots of a colossal, ancient tree—

  twisted, massive, glowing faintly with evolutionary energy.

  A Fourth?Tier Spirit Plant — the Rooted Spirit Tree.

  FangBro posted the discovery online, complete with photos.

  The continent erupted.

  Saint?tier battles shake mountains.

  Fourth?tier spirit plants shake nations.

  And sometimes, the one who reveals the truth… is a man running for his life with a phone.