After careful calculation, I decided it was more beneficial to save the planet than allow total destruction over time.


    Indeed.


    I am not at all influenced by the threat of suicide if I fail to save the family of my Chaos Alchemist-To-Be.


    At.


    All.


    Now of course…


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    How to save a planet…


    I’m not really a ‘save’ kind of Tree.


    I’m more of a melt and eat kind of Tree.


    Melting and eating do not contribute much to saving, at least not in this situation.


    So…of course…I’m doomed.


    I really wish I had help right about now…


    A finger poked me, but I ignored it.


    I really wish Dryad was awake right now.


    Poke.


    Poke.


    POKE.


    I whacked the offending finger, and seconds later I was in sub-orbital flight.


    Oh dear…Dryad woke up…


    After teleporting back to the ground, I went through another question and answer session.


    This one, was more…physically motivating.


    After I finished, Dryad explained to me in small polite words what would happen if I ever experimented on her again.


    It was sufficient knowledge to make me understand the gravity of such a mistake occurring.


    “Hmph, now that that’s done with. How are you going to save the planet?” Dryad said, while tapping her foot.


    What?


    I never thought for a second Dryad waking up would be helpful!