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When the first ray of spiritual energy seeped into the soil, I opened my "eyes" in the ashes and morning light. Humans call me the "Walking Dandelion of Death" and the "Fuzz Assassin", but they can do nothing to me. The demon kings respectfully called me the "Whisperer of the Wind", but they watched helplessly as my fluff turned into millions of bombs, tearing their bodies apart. The system said that evolution requires vitality, but I found out-- The whole world is my petri dish. From dandelions to dandelions, from stealing wildfire ashes to manipulating human beliefs, from corroding planets to destroying galaxies --I am already a seed of the new era! The sorrow of doomsday! The creator of the apocalyptic world. World tree? No! The next target I want to devour is the World Tree.