Start as a Spiritual Planter: I Have a Game Panel-Chapter 206: New Uses & Limitations of the Soul Seeds

As soon as he reappeared at one of the marked locations, the soul seed left behind withered quickly.

The small, luminous seed slowly turned into dust, its stored energy completely drained and scattering into the air.

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Ram watched the dying remnant with a sigh. This was one of the few drawbacks he’d discovered about the soul seeds so far.

He muttered under his breath, "Well, I might need to collect more soul essence again to make more soul seeds."

Even though using a soul seed created from the Sylvan Soul Tree with his soul imprint made teleporting to specific locations easy, creating each one did cost him dearly—100 points of his own soul energy plus additional soul essence collected from the dead.

Ram also found that unless these soul trees were successfully germinated and continued collecting enough soul essence, the seeds wouldn’t last long without proper nutrients.

And using them for teleportation made them a one-time item, quickly consumed by the trip.

It wasn’t just that, though.

In the last few days, when he had been busy with many tasks, with frequent use of the Sylvan space to escape, Ram also discovered several new uses for the soul seeds that weren’t mentioned on the attribute panel.

At first, he believed they could let him teleport back to any place he visited using the Sylvan space. However, he soon found out there were many drawbacks as time passed.

For one, the Sylvan space doesn’t save the coordinates of the locations he visits as he thought—it saves the breath he leaves behind at those places.

Sadly, that breath doesn’t last forever. Depending on the surroundings, some marks might stick around for days, while others vanish in less than one day.

Yet, quite coincidentally, while experimenting further with the soul seeds, Ram discovered that he could use them as location marks for teleportation.

This meant they were not entirely useless, but there were limits.

The distance traveled and the number of times he could teleport depended on the energy stored in the Sylvan space—not his own spiritual power, but the energy of the realm itself.

With his Sylvan space being no larger than a square kilometer, the energy reserve was limited. Worse yet, his talent recovery didn’t affect this energy, and it refilled only at a slow pace.

At first, the energy seemed like more than enough, but he knew that as more people or targets needed to be moved, the consumption would quickly rise.

Even so, Ram wasn’t too worried; the level of his Sylvan space could be increased as he leveled up, expanding its capacity over time.

There was one more thing—maybe the most dangerous, but also the most intriguing.

He’d learned he could use the Sylvan soul seeds on living beings to bend them to his will. Turning them into slaves under his spiritual influence.

However, the success rate depended on many factors: the opponent’s resistance, the difference in strength, and various external conditions. It was not a foolproof method by any means.

He then continued to look around the room, a regular single-bed apartment inside a high-rise building that stood tall near the outskirts of the Cyber Core district.

Although the price wasn’t cheap—more than three hundred thousand Life Energy points—but it was worth it. What he needed most right now was a private room where he could teleport in and out of the city without drawing attention.

The room itself was bare, quiet, and smelled faintly of old wood and dust.

There wasn’t much inside. A plain wooden bed stood against the far wall, its legs a bit uneven. A few kitchen utensils were scattered in the small corner near the entrance—leftovers from whoever had rented the place before him.

A single light bulb dangled from the ceiling, swaying gently with the breeze coming through the cracks in the window.

Ram didn’t mind the lack of comfort. He’d stayed in worse.

With a quiet step, he moved past the old bed and toward the glass door that led to the balcony.

The handle clicked softly as he opened it, letting the cold night wind rush in, brushing against his face like a greeting from the city.

He stepped out onto the small balcony, placing his hands on the cold steel railing.

From the 56th floor he was on, even though the apartment was on the edge of the city, the entire skyline still stretched wide before him.

The view was sharp and clear. Neon lights pulsed and blinked from every direction—rooftop ads flashing with holograms, digital signs flowing with streams of information, traffic lights blinking in perfect rhythm below like a living circuit board.

Although he had picked a place far from the heart of the district to stay hidden, the height gave him a perfect view of the Cyber Core’s glowing life.

In the distance, massive towers climbed toward the sky, surrounded by thin bridges and hovering platforms, creating a maze of light and steel.

Streams of cars and drones zipped through the air between buildings like swarms of fireflies. Bright trails of blue and red light danced in the streets far below, where people moved like ants, caught in the endless hum of artificial life.

Ram exhaled slowly, his breath visible in the cold air. For a brief moment, he simply stood there, letting the noise of the city drown in the silence of height.

He murmured to himself, "Even this city… looks beautiful from a distance."

But he knew better. Beneath those lights, behind those glowing walls and flickering signs, the city was still just as rotten—still crawling with gangsters, corrupt officials, bounty hunters, and hidden enemies.

People like Shane. Groups like the Blood Hawks. And the worst of them, the Shadow Society.

"Good enough," he said finally, stepping back inside. "Now, time to move."

He simply summoned Groot from the Sylvan Space to form around him into his Bio Armor. A pulse of life energy surged from within his chest, and moments later, thick vines and wooden tendrils burst out like living snakes, wrapping around his arms, torso, and legs in an instant.

The air shimmered with spiritual energy as the transformation began.

First came the rough outer bark—dark, cracked, and rugged like the trunk of an ancient tree. It creaked and shifted, adjusting tightly to Ram’s body like a second skin, covering him from shoulders to boots.

It looked wild and primal, full of raw power. The bark locked together with a series of small groans, each piece snapping into place as if guided by instinct.

But then came the second change.

Soft lines of glowing energy began to crawl across the surface of the armor—spiritual lines from Ram’s own Life Spirit Body.