Start as a Spiritual Planter: I Have a Game Panel

The Spiritual Lines spread like lightning cracks, moving swiftly along the bark, wrapping it in a web of shimmering white light.

Where the spiritual power and the Life energy passed, the rough bark began to smooth out. Jagged edges softened. Cracks sealed.

The armor began to shift from something wild to something refined—streamlined and sleek, like it had been forged by ancient nature spirits and sharpened by centuries of evolution.

The surface turned bone-white, with faint green patterns glowing beneath it—like leaves sealed under ice.

Thin grooves formed naturally around his joints, allowing full movement without losing defense.

His shoulders were reinforced with curved wooden plates that now looked more like carved marble than bark.

His chest plate carried the faint impression of a blooming tree, with its roots curling down toward his waist and branches extending up across his collarbones.

The helmet, if one could call it that, formed last—sliding over his head with a faint whisper of wind. Two narrow slits appeared where his eyes were, glowing faintly green as spiritual energy flowed through them.

He looked down at his hands, now covered in smooth white armor, fingers tipped with hardened vine claws.

Ram flexed his fingers slowly and nodded, after Groot upgraded to Tier 4, he could clearly feel the added strength and power flowing inside his body.

Although he already had experienced this kind of improvement before, Ram could clearly distinguish the intensity of improvement thistim is much more than what he felt before Groot was upgraded.

Additionally with the continuous absorption of his life energy by the Groots newly awakened Titan Wood Mastery began to slowly increase his attributes.

He even felt that he could actively provide more life energy to temporarily increase the size of the Bio Armor to various levels, similar to driving miniature mechs.

The transformation felt natural now. Like it belonged to him.

"It's getting more refined with every upgrade," he muttered, the voice from inside the armor slightly deeper, more resonant.

Ram turned toward the open balcony, white armor gleaming under the flickering ceiling light.

"Let's see how far this form can go," he whispered, his voice steady and cold beneath the armor.

He stepped out into the open, the glass door clicking shut behind him. A rush of cold wind slammed into him, tugging at the edges of his armor, whistling past his ears. The air was sharp at this height—biting, clean, and fast.

The city stretched out beneath him like a glowing grid, veins of neon pulsing between dark towers and scattered lights.

Ram narrowed his eyes and turned his gaze away.

Without wasting another second, he picked a direction opposite from the energy signature he had sensed earlier—the one on the side of the Mechanical Apostle.

"That thing even with its extremely damaged body, still has a strength level of Tier 6." Ram had no interest in running into that thing, not right now.

With his current strength, even after his continuous upgrades, encountering it is still nothing but delivering a pig to a butcher shop to get chopped into pieces, in simple terms it's called suicide.

He crouched slightly, channeling his spiritual power down to his legs, and the veins of light along his armor pulsed in response. His body tensed like a drawn bow.

Then he leapt.

The sound of the wind roared in his ears as his body shot off the balcony like a bullet. He dropped fast, slicing through the night air, arms tucked in as the wind howled around him.

His white armor shimmered under the city lights, a streak of silver against the dark.

He aimed for one of the rooftops of a nearby building, much lower than his current one—maybe twenty floors down and a few blocks away.

He twisted mid-air, aligning his feet as he dropped like a comet, but just before he landed, large wooden wings that looked like bat wings, with leaf layer appeared behind his armor, cushioning his descent.

With a powerful thud, he landed in a crouch, the rooftop tiles cracking under his boots. Dust kicked up in a small cloud, swirling briefly before being swept away by the wind.

Ram stood up, the wooden wing behind his turned back into root like energy vines and returned back to the armor, he then looking ahead toward the city's darker edge, not surprised by the wings that helped him.

Although the wings that appeared couldn't lift him up like the regular wings, they were very useful to cushion his fall and can be used to change directions in midair.

"There were no alarms. No energy spikes. No watchers. Good." The white lines on his armor pulsed gently, in sync with his heartbeat.

"Perfect landing," he muttered, cracking his neck. "Let's keep going."

He started running again, jumping rooftop to rooftop like a ghost through the city shadows, heading toward the one place where Mai and others were staying.

With his speed, it didn't take long to reach the place Sid had mentioned. The streets flew past beneath him, blurred and quiet under the night sky, broken only by the soft hum of distant traffic and flickering neon signs.

As he approached the area, Ram slowed down and dropped into a nearby dark alley, landing without a sound.

The walls on both sides were covered in peeling paint, old pipes rattled softly in the wind, and trash lay scattered in the corners. The faint smell of oil and rust hung in the air.

Under his control, the white Bio Armor began to shift. The bark-like surface rippled as if breathing, softening gradually.

Thin, thread-like vines uncoiled from his back and shoulders, weaving together and spreading like flowing fabric.

Within seconds, they wrapped around his form and transformed into a long, dark cloak that covered his body and head.

Now fully hidden, only his eyes were visible beneath the hood, faintly glowing as he moved.

With a wave of his hand, he summoned several half-Drows from the Sylvan Space. Their silent figures emerged from the shadows behind him, eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.

"Split into pairs," Ram said quietly. "Watch the nearby streets, rooftops, and entrances. Report back if anyone suspicious shows up, other than that you are free to do whatever you're interested in."

The half-Drows nodded and vanished one by one into the city's shadows.

Only Korin and Nyra remained with him.

With a calm breath, Ram stepped out of the alley with the two of them, their cloaks blending into the flow of people moving through the street.

They kept their heads low, movements natural, matching the rhythm of the crowd.

Neon signs buzzed overhead, casting flickering colors across the pavement.

The buildings around them were packed tight, a mix of old concrete and newer metal structures, pipes and cables running along their sides like tangled veins.

Not long after that, the trio stopped in front of an ordinary-looking building. It stood three stories tall, with faded signage and dusty windows.

Nothing flashy. The kind of place most people would pass by without a second glance.

"This is it," Nyra murmured beside him, her voice low.

Ram nodded, eyes scanning the building top to bottom. With words "Cleaner's Association" written on top of it.

The paint was chipped, and some of the windows had been reinforced with metal bars.

An old surveillance camera, broken and hanging by its wires, swung lazily near the entrance.

Everything about it screamed "unimportant." Which, of course, made him doubt whether he came to the right location.

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