Easy come, easy go…

That’s probably what this situation was about.

Right now, Dilu, president of the Thousand Silver Threads Club, stood utterly lost before a giant tree.

Why?

Because that tree…

Was running.

“What… what’s going on?!”

Dilu gaped dumbfounded at the roaring “tree” ahead. A dozen handsome young men and beautiful women were hot on its trail.

“Report, President! That tree is the Apsen Giant!”

“A mutation?”

Facing his blindly devoted subordinate, Dilu voiced his doubt.

“Your wisdom, President! That explains why the Research Council put a heavy bounty on this lost tribe!”

“Ahem…” Dilu coughed lightly. His loyal subordinate instantly joined the chase.

At this rate, the capture should go smoothly.

“President, wait for me!” A wave of overpowering perfume drifted from behind Dilu.

“Ugh!” He clamped a hand over his nose, then in a blink, overtook his subordinate to join the crowd first.

“Truly our president! Leading from the front! Sob…” Tears streamed down the subordinate’s face. He pushed his Battle Qi harder, sprinting after his idol.

At the exit of the Starting Forest, Ryosuke and little Alpha were trapped in a prehistoric crisis…

“Heh heh! Kids, come quietly with big brother. Or I’ll get rough—and ruin that delicate skin of yours! Ahahaha!”

Ryosuke’s eyes sparkled with pure curiosity as he watched three ragged bandits. Cradled in his arms, the black-clad loli Alpha drooled softly in deep sleep.

My first robbery ever!

Undoubtedly a precious experience!

“Boss, stop yapping! Grab ’em and go! These two are prime stock—we’ll fetch a high price!”

“Second brother! Why not have some fun first?”

“Idiot! Virgins sell better!”

“But second brother, what about the catamite? Virginity doesn’t apply, right?”

“True. We can… enjoy the silver-haired one a little.”

“Wise, boss!”

“Brothers, be careful. Don’t break them.”

“Let me tie up the loli first. She might wake and run!”

“Sound thinking, second brother.”

As the trio bickered, Alpha suddenly growled low in Ryosuke’s arms.

“What’s up, Alpha?”

“Rawr! Rawr!”

“Speak human, will you!”

“Rawr…” Alpha leaped out, letting out an adorable call toward the forest depths.

Ryosuke stroked his chin, murmuring thoughtfully.

“A light-attributed creature. Starting Forest only has low-tier monsters—no light beings here. So it must’ve come from the sky. Meaning it can fly.”

“A flying, light-attributed creature…” Ryosuke frowned, scrolling through old game databases in his mind.

“Such beings are mid-to-high tier. Why here? Could it have sensed Alpha’s Demon Kind aura?!”

A chill ran down his spine. He turned—Alpha was gone!

“Alpha! Where are you?!”

[She must’ve chased the light aura! Damn!]

Ryosuke spun to dash back into the forest. The three bandits blocked his path.

“Heh… cutie, where’s the rush? How about playing with big brother first…”

“Play with your sister!”

Ryosuke’s clumsy kicks sent each brother flying in different directions. Only the sound of crashing bodies echoed in the air.

“You three idiots dare call yourselves ‘big brothers’? Pah!”

He spat a thick glob of phlegm onto the grass—a grand finale to his first robbery. Then he sprinted off, shouting:

“Alpha! My get-out-of-jail-free card! Shield! Pillow! Bodyguard! Where are you? Answer me!”

Deep in the forest, Dilu and his team surrounded the bizarre tree. A hundred meters above, griffins circled—black-and-white wings crackling with electricity. Every gaze locked onto the tree below.

“Surrender, Apsen Giant!”

From the shadows, the tree panted heavily. A deep, abyssal voice slithered out like a soul-reaping lantern:

“Tell me… tell me…”

Dilu’s heart lurched. He accidentally inhaled a whiff of the perfume girl’s cloying scent and clamped his nose shut.

It wasn’t the tree’s sudden voice that shook him. It was a familiar aura invading his domain.

Only Fighting Overlords could manifest domains. Dilu’s foot was already in that realm—he could briefly expand his domain, though it only detected auras, not attacked.

But the intruder wasn’t emitting “Qi.” This aura…

Only Dilu recognized it: the faint, unmistakable trace of the Demon Kind.

Griffins—nature’s most sensitive light-attributed creatures—reacted a hair slower than Dilu. They screeched and circled wildly, repelled by the foul presence.

“What’s wrong with the griffins?”

“You’re overthinking. Focus on the giant.”

“Headache. Battle Qi and magic just bounce off him.”

Club members whispered among themselves.

The next moment, Dilu issued an order that would baffle Reno Continent for a century—ranked seventh in its top ten unsolved mysteries:

“All Thousand Silver Threads members, retreat! Abort the mission!”

No one reacted. Only when Dilu mounted a griffin and fled did they snap to attention, scrambling after him with confused faces.

The club had one unbreakable rule: never defy the president’s orders.

Absolute authority.

Another unwritten rule: defeat the president, and you become president.

These two rules had rocketed the Thousand Silver Threads to #1 club at Kempfer Royal Academy.

“Our president… always so mysteriously charming…” The perfume girl purred, following second. The rest trailed behind.

In an instant, the chaotic Starting Forest held only one very frustrated tree.

“Someone tell me! What is street dance?!”

“Rawr!”

A black-clad loli drifted down like a feather, landing on the trunk. Her eyes fixed on the silver crescent moon. She scampered to the top.

“Street dance… is ‘rawr’?”

“I see! Street dance… is ‘rawr’… RAWR!!!”

The Starting Forest trembled. Birds and beasts scattered.

“What the hell?! Is that old geezer howling again?!” Ryosuke cursed, legs pumping.

Beneath the silver moon, an endless green carpet glittered like diamonds. At its center sat the black-clad loli, big blue eyes unblinking as she stared at the moon so close it seemed touchable.

A breathtaking sight…

“Alpha! Where are you?!”

Ryosuke dropped to his knees, glaring at the “tree” howling ahead.

“Street dance! Rawr! Street dance!”

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Your stupid noise drowned out my voice—Alpha can’t hear me!”

Ryosuke leaped up and slammed a fist into the trunk. Cracks spiderwebbed upward with sharp snaps.

The legendary lost tribe member—the Apsen Giant—couldn’t harm this tree. Yet Ryosuke’s single punch shattered it to splinters.

The Apsen Giant beamed, patting his head and roaring happily.

“Street dance really is ‘rawr’! One roar and the trunk breaks!”

“Roar my ass!”

Another fist sent the giant crashing into a crater.

Then—a heart-melting meow echoed from above.

“Meow! Meow!”

Ryosuke looked up, overjoyed. Moonlight framed a black-clad loli descending amid wood chips…

“Alpha!”

He jumped. Sima Luan Tong caught the dragon loli mid-air.

“Where’d you run off to?! I’ve been searching everywhere!”

“Mmm…” Alpha burrowed into his chest, sniffing greedily at his familiar scent.

“You little…” Ryosuke smiled softly, landing gently.

“Boy… you enlightened this old man. As thanks, I prepared this for you!”

Ryosuke stared blankly as the Apsen elder pulled out a wild boar king from nowhere.

“Here! Boy! Accept it with gratitude!”

“Gurgle…”

Both stomachs growled at once. Ryosuke sighed, rolling up his sleeves to reveal slender arms.

“Can’t help it with you two! Let me cook you a grand feast!”

“Meow! Ahh~~~”

“Street dance! Rawr rawr~~~”