My Scumbag System No Chapter 394: The Gardener Changes the Rules

Chapter 394: The Gardener Changes the Rules

The Arborist’s Third Form wasn’t so gradual transformation. No gentle shifting of bark and branch like the previous changes.

This happened all at once, violent and imdiate, like watching reality itself get rewritten in a single fra.

His body exploded outward. Roots erupted from the chamber floor with enough force to crack stone. They spiraled around the massive tree trunk in a twisting helix pattern, each root thick enough to crush a car. His humanoid shape dissolved completely, absorbed back into the ecosystem itself. What remained was sothing that defied easy description.

Picture a tree. Now picture that tree having a really bad day and deciding to beco a weapon of mass destruction.

The trunk grew wider, taller, its bark turning from gentle browns to obsidian black. Golden sap bled from cracks in the surface, glowing like molten tal. The branches overhead twisted together, forming a canopy so dense that the stars disappeared. In the center of the trunk, roughly fifteen feet up, a massive heart pulsed. The organ was easily the size of a car engine, composed of living wood and fibrous tissue that glowed with internal light. Veins of silver spread from it across the entire trunk, pulsing in rhythm with a heartbeat that shook the ground beneath my feet.

The roots surrounding the base began moving. Not growth, but deliberate motion, like tentacles testing the water.

And the eyes.

Oh, the eyes.

Hundreds of them opened across the trunk’s surface. So were small as pinpricks. Others were large enough that I could’ve crawled inside. Each one glowed with that ancient silver light, and every single one fixed itself on

and Cel.

"I am the Garden," the Arborist said, his voice now coming from everywhere at once. The words resonated through the chamber itself, through the roots beneath my feet, through the air I breathed. "I am the Keeper of Last Things. The Preserver of Final Monts. To stand against

is to reject immortality. To choose rot and death over permanence."

Great. The ancient cosmic entity was giving

a philosophical lecture while I bled from multiple wounds.

I really needed to start making better life choices.

The roots lashed out. Fast as whips despite their massive size.

I dodged left. A root slamd into the floor where I’d been standing, cratering the stone. I rolled right, coming up in a crouch and swinging the bat at another root. The tal connected with a satisfying crack. The root recoiled, golden sap leaking from a split in its bark.

But three more took its place imdiately.

One caught my ankle. The grip tightened like a python made of oak, yanking my leg out from under . I hit the ground hard enough to see stars.

The world spun. My vision tunneled.

And then ice exploded across my field of view.

Cel had sohow gotten back to her feet. Her entire body glowed with frost, white spreading from her skin outward in crackling waves. The temperature dropped so fast that my breath turned to mist. The root holding my ankle froze solid, and I snapped it with a swift kick.

"Get up." Cel’s voice sounded wrong. Too cold. Too distant. Like she was speaking from the bottom of a frozen lake. "Now, Satori."

I scrambled upright. My leg scread in protest, the slash across my thigh still bleeding freely, turning the moss beneath my feet slippery red.

The Arborist’s roots recoiled from Cel’s frost, pulling back toward the safety of the trunk. But the eyes never stopped watching. Calculating. Adjusting.

"Impressive," the cosmic entity said. "The power of your bloodline manifests beautifully in you, Celeste Vance. But beauty fades. Power withers. Only in my collection will you remain eternal."

Cel’s response was to flash freeze the ground between us and the trunk, creating a field of ice spikes that jutted upward at random angles.

The Arborist simply grew new roots beneath the ice. They punched through the frozen barrier, shattering it into fragnts. More roots erged from the walls now. The ceiling. Even the massive tree behind us. We were surrounded on all sides.

I glanced at the knife. At the pulsing heart fifteen feet up the trunk.

Distance was the problem. I couldn’t reach it from ground level, not with the Arborist’s defenses active. The barrier surrounding him would stop the knife before it got close enough to matter.

But the First Tree had given us this weapon for a reason.

I looked at Cel. Her skin had taken on a translucent quality, ice spreading beneath the surface like a disease. Whatever she was doing to herself wasn’t sustainable. Another minute and she’d freeze from the inside out.

"I need you to get

airborne," I said, my voice cutting through the chaos. "Throw

at the heart. As hard as you can."

Her eyes widened. "That’s insane. You’ll hit the barrier and break every bone in your body."

"Yeah, probably." I grinned despite the situation. Despite the pain. Despite the high probability that we were both about to die in this nightmare dinsion. "But I’m counting on sothing. That barrier? It’s designed to keep weapons away from the Arborist’s real body. But the knife ca from inside the Garden. From the First Tree. I’m betting it recognizes it. Might let it pass."

"And if you’re wrong?"

"Then I’ll make a really pretty pancake against that invisible wall."

Cel stared at . Her expression cycled through about six different emotions before landing on sothing between resignation and admiration.

"You’re completely insane."

"Yeah. Gets

through the day." I shifted my grip on the knife, holding it point-forward. "On my mark. Give it everything you’ve got left."

She nodded once. Ice gathered around her hands, spreading up her forearms in spiraling patterns.

The Arborist’s roots closed in. A dozen. Two dozen. More than I could count, all converging on our position with lethal intent.

"Now!"

Cel slamd both palms against my back. Ice and kinetic force erupted simultaneously. The combination launched

upward like a rocket, my body hurtling toward the pulsing heart embedded in the trunk.

The roots tried to intercept. I used the bat to parry the first one, deflecting its trajectory. The second one I twisted past, feeling bark scrape across my already burned arms. The third caught

across the ribs, but my montum carried

through the impact.

Ten feet from the heart.

Five feet.

The barrier shimred into visibility, a translucent do surrounding the Arborist’s core. I hit it at full speed.

And it parted like water.

Holy shit. I’d actually been right about sothing.

The knife sank into the heart up to the hilt. The wood was softer than expected, almost yielding. Golden sap erupted around the blade.

The Arborist’s scream shattered the chamber.

It wasn’t sound. Not really. It was sothing deeper, a vibration that resonated through my bones and teeth and skull. Every eye across his surface burst into silver light. The roots went berserk, thrashing wildly.

I held onto the knife with both hands, twisting it deeper. The blade pulsed in my grip, hot now, growing hotter with each passing second.

The First Tree’s voice whispered through the knife, speaking directly into my consciousness.

Kill him. End it. Free us all.

The Arborist’s massive form began collapsing in on itself. The obsidian bark cracked, revealing golden light bleeding through the fissures. His roots withdrew, curling back toward the trunk like dying snakes.

"No." His voice carried actual emotion now. Fear. Panic. Rage. "This vessel sustained

for ten thousand cycles. I will not relinquish it to insects. To children with crude weapons and borrowed power."

The heart convulsed beneath my hands. I felt sothing shift inside it. Sothing ancient and vast turning its attention fully toward .

And then the Arborist changed tactics entirely.