Banished Hero: I just want to live in peace on a deserted island Chapter 126: The Tree Inside Jax

Fifteen days had passed.

Fifteen days in which Jax hadn’t moved a single inch from his place in the sky.

Suspended like a living statue, wrapped in that steady, calm blue aura, he looked like a god watching the world from above.

Below him, Jax’s won stared at him day and night, never daring to look away.

"What’s wrong with him...?" Lira whispered, hands pressed to her chest. "Why won’t he wake up?"

"I don’t know," Naya replied, biting her lip. "But I can feel he’s still alive... his aura is stable. He’s just... sowhere we can’t reach."

Zela swallowed, frustration in her voice. "Two weeks already. What if he never cos back?"

"Don’t say that!" Rina shouted, eyes wet with tears. "He will co back. He has to."

Every single day, without fail, all kinds of races gathered at the base of the tower. Humans, beasts, elves, demons. All of them knelt in Jax’s direction, raised their hands, and prayed. Their voices blended into a strange chorus, a chant that had beco part of the world’s routine.

Everyone feared the sa thing: that sothing might happen to him. Because as long as he was there, unmoving but present, there was peace. There was stability.

During those fifteen days, Jax had seen everything. He couldn’t move a muscle, but his senses were sharper than ever. He saw, heard, felt every prayer, every tear, every word mortals threw his way.

The aura around him no longer fluctuated wildly. It had cald down, stabilized, becoming a deep and steady current.

Inside his mind, sothing appeared: a small seed.

He didn’t know where it had co from, but he instinctively understood—it wasn’t sothing foreign. It was his.

The seed absorbed everything. The aura, the prayers, the faith. Everything others gave, the seed consud silently.

Jax didn’t understand what was happening, but one thing was clear: when that thing awakened, everything would change.

Ti passed.

Days. Months. Years.

Two whole years went by while the world carried on as usual.

And Jax... was still there, unmoving in the sky.

During those two years, the seed had grown.

It was no longer a tiny spark of light in his mind. Now it was a young tree, with roots spreading in every direction and branches that seed to touch infinity.

And slowly, Jax and that tree began to communicate.

At first, it was just feelings, incomplete whispers. Then, words, ideas, fragnts of an undeniable truth.

That tree wasn’t just a tree. It was an embryo.

An embryo of the system.

The tree spoke, its voice resonating like thousands of echoes at once:

"What you know as the system... are the laws of the world forged by the Celestial."

Jax listened silently, each word carving itself deep into his being.

"But he’s not the only one who can do it. Every being, once they reach a certain level, can take the laws and forge their own. That’s what true growth ans."

The branches of the tree trembled softly, almost like laughter.

"Unlike the gods you know... they only borrowed the Celestial’s system to manipulate the laws. That’s why they’re vulnerable. The Celestial could strip them of it at any mont."

Jax’s eyes widened in shock. Everything he had believed until now... was incomplete.

"That ans..."

"It ans the gods don’t own anything," the tree replied in his mind. "They’re just tenants inside a power that doesn’t belong to them."

In that mont, Jax understood.

During those two years of silence and faith, he had uncovered a truth no mortal had ever known.

Five years had passed since Jax had been suspended in the sky, unmoving, the blue aura around his body shining like an eternal sun.

For the first three and a half years, nothing had changed. The world kept seeing him as an untouchable god, the races kept praying, and the won of his guild took turns day and night watching over him, waiting for the day he would finally awaken.

But one day, everything changed.

From the horizon, ships appeared. Dozens of vessels flew a familiar banner, one drenched in arrogance and pride: the flag of the Soaring Kingdom.

They approached with overbearing voices, shouting orders as if they owned the place.

"Open the gates in the na of King Charles of the Soaring Dragon!"

The won, exhausted from the tension and never expecting betrayal, let their guard down and allowed the visitors to land.

It was a fatal mistake.

The mont they set foot on the island, they attacked rcilessly. Spells, arrows, and blades rained down without hesitation.

Even though the guild’s defenses were too powerful to break easily, so died in that first attack. And those deaths... lit the spark of a nightmare.

More and more fleets appeared in the days that followed. When they realized they couldn’t force their way in, they changed tactics: they started bombarding the defenses from the sea.

The Sea Kings, sensing an opportunity, joined the siege. Soon, the island was surrounded by an impossible alliance: humans, sea beasts, and nightmare creatures attacking without rest.

The siege dragged on for a whole year.

The first wall had already fallen months ago, reduced to rubble by constant fire. The guild and the survivors had been forced back to the second wall, which barely held.

But the situation was collapsing.

Hundreds of thousands from every race that had once served Jax were dead. The outer wall that surrounded the entire island had fallen, leaving his people exposed. Those who tried to hide in the forest to make space t an even worse fate—slaughtered by the beasts that lived there.

There was no escape.

The second wall was about to collapse. And once it fell, only the guild’s castle, the tower, and a small patch of land remained, cramd with people like cattle waiting for slaughter.

The won, exhausted and weeping, gathered beneath Jax’s unmoving body, staring up at him in despair.

"If the wall falls... Jax will be defenseless."

"They’ll be able to kill him without him moving an inch..."

"All of this... what was it even for...?"

anwhile, high above, Jax had seen and felt everything. Every betrayal. Every death. Every desperate prayer of those who still clung to him.

The tree within his mind shook violently, absorbing all the chaos, faith, despair, and rage.

And then... in the fifth year, it happened.

Jax’s eyes snapped open.

The air shattered with a roar that shook both heavens and seas.

A roar of pure fury.

His gaze, blazing like blue fire, locked onto a single direction—the horizon, where thousands of ships were still bombarding the wall.

The won froze, staring up at him.

Jax said nothing, but his roar said everything.

A roar that longed to destroy everything in its path.

The god they had silently worshipped for five years had finally moved.

And the entire world was going to pay.