This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist-Chapter 1077 Divine Game My World 22 Forest Sea

The Oak Owls are a race that grows up in forests.

Every Oak Owl is a born hunter. Their wings carry different kinds of magical abilities, allowing them to hunt and live more easily in the woods.

They worship nature and believe in survival of the fittest.

Oak Owls are never afraid of competition, killing, or battle. These things play out every moment of their lives in the environment they grow up in.

The pride of the northern Oak Owls is especially intense. Fine. They are also extremely domineering.

If you dare refuse a duel for any reason at all, whether it is gender, age, region, or even some connection between elders, then congratulations. This Oak Owl will hunt you to the ends of the world.

The more trivial your reason, the more terrifying the fury you ignite.

I once angered an Oak Owl like this while searching for a legendary ingredient in the southern part of Forest Sea. We had a minor conflict, and she challenged me to a duel.

I refused without hesitation.

You would have refused too. She was eight years old.

Perhaps you have seen the fire meteors that appear over Forest Sea every year in mid July.

At that moment, those fire meteors ignited in the eyes of that young Oak Owl.

Are you humiliating me?

The charge was too severe. I had no choice but to accept the duel and quickly defeat her.

The little Oak Owl, who had been consumed by fury just moments earlier, calmed down. She even thanked me.

This is the logic of the northern Oak Owls. Losing to the strong is an honor, but being refused by the strong is a disgrace.

Excellent logic.

At the time, I was already secretly planning to avoid the northern part of Forest Sea in the future. Red hair is truly not something to mess with.

That said, the northern Oak Owls are generous. Extremely generous. They never nitpick over details or small matters. They love good food and fine wine, and every dish I made was wildly popular in the north of Forest Sea.

I will share a few legendary recipes here. You might want to try making them yourself.

I have been a gourmet, and I have also been a forest tailor. This is a profession unique to Forest Sea. We walk through the forest collecting materials and wear special markers that allow any Oak Owl to recognize our profession at a glance.

When an Oak Owl wants new clothes made, they will wait for us in the forest, stop us, and bring us home to make outfits for everyone in the household. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

As a result, forest tailors either take no orders at all, or they take orders for the entire family at once. We tailor everything to the Oak Owl’s requirements.

Any piece of clothing sold by a forest tailor will never be made a second time exactly the same. Different colors do not count.

Of course, different materials also do not count. The prices are different. How could that be the same design?

In short, all rights of interpretation belong to the forest tailor.

This profession is quite profitable. The Oak Owls have a very simple standard for beauty. It has to be convenient for combat.

If you talk to them about design, fashion sense, or color coordination, they will just look at you and say, Huh?

But if you tell them that this material has this much fire resistance and that much wind resistance, that it can be used as an emergency tactical bandage, that this design can be pulled out and used as a spare bowstring, and similar reasons, they will reply with one word.

Buy.

However, none of the above applies to the southern part of Forest Sea.

When it comes to fashion, the southern Oak Owls are extremely hard to fool. After all, ninety five percent of forest tailors come from the south. This is our hometown, and we are naturally sensitive to beauty.

The southern Oak Owls have a famous saying. Beauty and strength are not in conflict. The northern Oak Owls do not know a damn thing.

The northern Oak Owls are well aware of this opinion. Their response is simple. Cut the nonsense. I want double the strength. Thanks.

The western and eastern Oak Owls generally do not participate in battles. Those Oak Owls have other things to keep them busy.

They like planning the layout of Forest Sea.

The trees of Forest Sea actually grow chaotically. Wherever a magical acorn blows, that is where it takes root. This is an uncontrollable natural phenomenon.

But the obsessive Oak Owls of the west and east clearly do not think so.

They want to migrate and classify trees according to color or species.

On this point, the northern and southern Oak Owls are rarely in agreement. Do not do it.

I worked in this field for a while. My job was to patrol western Forest Sea, collect magical acorns that grow dark colored tree species, and then transport them to eastern Forest Sea at the end of each month. Eastern Forest Sea has similar professions.

It was boring. The most boring job in the world.

The pay was not high either. Thankfully, every time I transported acorns, I could also engage in some cross regional trading of local specialties. That was the real income, and it was an open secret.

After retiring, my favorite thing to do was fly to the top of a Mu Tree and stare at Forest Sea.

Mu Trees are hard to claim. Just like now. It is only seven o’clock, and almost every Mu Tree already has an Oak Owl sitting on it enjoying the view.

When the wind passes over Forest Sea, layer after layer of green waves rush toward me. I could watch this scene a thousand times and never get tired of it.

When I was young, I truly thought the Oak Owls who invented Forest Sea planning were insane. But looking at the dark colored Forest Sea in the distance and the lighter colored Forest Sea nearby, I now feel that this work actually has value.

After all, when Oak Owls have nothing to do, they like running around the forest anyway.

Still, I must admit that the naturally grown contrast between the north and south is also beautiful.

Is there any place in Forest Sea that is not beautiful?

There is none.

I truly love Forest Sea.

If I could be an Oak Owl again in my next life, that would be wonderful.

Forest Sea

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It was a first person record, almost like a captain’s log.

But she had already weakened her own presence as much as possible. Every instance of I referred to a perspective she had once experienced, not herself.

Originally, Rita had not planned to record things this way. She intended to document world civilizations from an objective angle. There was no need for her to appear at all, because these worlds had nothing to do with her, and these races were unrelated to her.

Yet every time she put pen to paper, the sigh would sound.

Again and again, sighing away all her good fortune.

Only after trying many possibilities did she finally sort out the recording method that World Sigh wanted.

It had to be first person, and it could not be boring. It had to make all beings interested enough to keep reading, while remaining objective and grounded enough that beings from that world would smile knowingly and think, yes, that is exactly how we are.

Rita surrendered. Later on, she was practically writing through gritted teeth.

But when she began recording the world of Brilliance in this way, she sensed her soul flame being lit.

Even if it was only an outline, this was the first time she had so clearly sensed her soul flame without relying on a skill.

When she finished recording the Fireglint clans of Brilliance, along with their most basic living habits and daily etiquette, a shining particle fell into the outline of the soul flame.

This was a gift from the world.

They had deliberately wanted her to write in the first person, so that she could trigger this reward.

She did not yet know what it would bring her, but that star illuminated the path beneath her feet. The road ahead grew a little brighter.

Even though she still could not see the end, it was no longer total darkness where even direction could not be discerned.