[Transformation + Systemless + Imaginary World] In the final battle of mankind, the sacred tree that created the world has reached the end of its lifeline...
"Can you... Help me save the World Tree?"
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the rust-colored pupils of the gray-haired girl shone slightly.
In front of her, a beautiful black-haired girl was slightly startled, focusing her gaze on the fingertips that were spinning slightly on her chest.
"I..."
(This is my scrap manuscript. I thought I wouldn't publish it in vain. The revised manuscript was almost completely different from the current version in the early stage. It is expected to be published on SF when I am in college)
(All the characters and events in this article are fictitious. Please do not imitate them in reality. The characters appearing are all over 18 years old. Any similarity is purely coincidental)
