The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin

Liu Ji was panicking.

He wasn't just panicking; he was extremely panicked, beyond measure.

Ever since he had turned into a potato due to some inexplicable, strong instinct, he found that he couldn't change back.

He had never felt like this before. Even during those many years as a potato which he lost count of, he always felt that he could turn back into a human with just a thought.

But now, it was like the chains of a bicycle he was riding had come off. No matter how hard he tried to change back, nothing happened.

He couldn't help fear that he might be stuck as a potato for the rest of his life.

That's right, fear.

Long ago, he had imagined this sort of life and still thought that it was rather acceptable. But now, as he thought about being unable to change back, he felt only the fear of immeasurable loneliness.

He didn't want this. He wanted to continue learning magic from Yaine. He hadn't even had a proper conversation with this little teacher who always had a sad expression.

Also the smiling fluffy big cat, whose name Liu Ji still didn't know yet.

And there was the swordsman; Liu Ji hadn't yet told him that eating raw meat was harmful to his health.

Liu Ji also recalled the time he was inexplicably praised by everyone; he wanted to know why he received such praise because only then could he genuinely enjoy the feeling of being admired without feeling like a fraud.

The thought that he might never have these opportunities again and could only live as a lonely potato for the rest of his life magnified his inner fear exponentially.

He struggled, constantly trying to turn back into a human, but no matter how hard he tried, he remained an unmoving potato.

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Rustle.

Perhaps there was a breeze from somewhere, and the leaves of the potato shoot rustled softly.

"So, when you found him, he was an unusually large potato?" Myza stroked his chin, looking at the potato plant in Yaine's hand from different angles. "He did mention this to me, but I thought he was just making it up to keep me at a distance. I didn’t expect it to be true…"

"Yes, and he turned into a potato the moment you sensed the Tyrant approaching," Yaine said. "At the time, your attention was on the Tyrant, so you didn't notice."

"Hmm… So he sensed that guy's presence even before I did?" Myza tapped his temple with his finger. "Strange, could it be the blessing? But the blessing's aura is no longer on him. Could it be a residual effect…"

"Blessing?" Yaine probed. "Did you think of something?"

"Well… He told me he was a potato for about several decades." Myza rested his chin on his palm. "Although I've never seen a potato that can grow for decades, I doubt it could grow to over three meters tall with a root system spreading hundreds of meters…"

"You want to know how long he's been out there?" Yaine was somewhat perplexed. "But what's the significance of knowing that?"

"Well, it has some significance. Let me think…" Myza pondered for a moment. "By the way, do you remember how many years ago it was when this tyrant appeared?"

"1,143 years ago," said Girunini almost instantly. "He declared control over the human capital as soon as he appeared, causing a collective outrage among the internal factions of power within the human race. The nobles united to attack him, only to be found dead in their beds the next morning."

"Appearing directly in the human capital?" Myza frowned. "Damn, that's… Tch, so that's the case. It makes sense like this…"

"What makes sense?" Calidora asked.

"Hmm, hold on…" Myza mulled some more, then asked, "During the resistance against this tyrant, was there like a hero that emerged, gathering together everyone's hope to defeat this tyrant?"

"If only there were," Girunini said sadly. "Since the coalition was crushed, there has been no force capable of threatening him. Everyone has been on the run, hiding wherever they can, living as nomads."

"Well… Then, it's pretty clear." Myza stroked his chin. "Although he said it felt like it was several decades as a potato, I think he's been in the ground for over a thousand years."

"That long?" Mervant was shocked.

"Ah? More or less?" Myza wasn't at all surprised. "Given how big he grew."

"So, what does that have to do with his current situation?" Yaine asked.

"Not much. It just clarified some things for me." Myza shrugged. "Oh, wait, it does mean something. You don't have to worry about him. Once the Tyrant leaves, I think he should return to normal."

"The Tyrant will leave?" Yaine was taken aback. "But didn't you say…"

"Yes, I don't know if I can kill him." Myza sighed. "It's rather disappointing, but I'm not really the person for this job. Although I tried, I'm really not the one to do so…

"But, he will surely leave. Because I'm probably the sort he hates the most."

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Skeletal dragons roared, bone worms surged, and crimson blood rain poured down. Under the red moon, the desert seemed to be filled with uncountable monsters, continuously emerging from the sand all over the desert and converging toward the center.

The man wielded his heavy sword as if dancing in the desert. Each swing of his sword brought forth a devouring golden blaze, turning the approaching skeletal creatures into ashes. Even ten-thousand-foot giants and thousand-foot dragons could only meet their end with a single strike from him.

If viewed from the clouds, the place where the man stood looked like a golden vortex devouring everything, attracting and then shredding all the bone creatures of the desert.

And this scene had already lasted for an entire month.

The blood rain continued, and the skeletal legion seemed endless.

Golden flames danced, and the man showed no signs of fatigue. He laughed maniacally as if intoxicated by the fight.

This battle seemed like it would never end.

But observing from a distance, Myza knew the limit was near. Indeed, he couldn't defeat this monster of a man.

The blood moon also had its limits.

Blood would enhance the blood moon's power, and corpses would nourish it.

The blood moon wasn't this powerful in the beginning; it grew after devouring countless lives, expanding to this state.

It was a monster Myza raised himself; no one knew better than him.

This monster was never made to kill just one person. When the blood rain stopped and the bones were exhausted, this battle would finally come to an end.