Start as a Spiritual Planter: I Have a Game Panel

Faint traces of dark, tribal markings like tattoos began to appear on their skin like runes being etched by some invisible hand.

These markings pulsed with a special glow, resonating with the spiritual power around them.

"What... the hell?" Korrin muttered, barely able to believe what he was seeing.

One of the cavemen—no, they couldn\'t be called mere cavemen anymore—let out a low growl.

His deep-set eyes met Korrin\'s, and at that moment, Korrin realized that these new special evolutionary forms possessed more than just physical power, and their quality didn\'t seem to be low either.

They had retained their savage instincts but now tempered it with intelligence, becoming a dangerous combination of both.

"Commander," One of them stepped forward and spoke, his voice was deep and smooth as he bowed, imitating the other Fire Mages, unlike the low growls they typically used for communication.

The fact that he spoke more coherently than usual sent a ripple of shock through Korrin, who usually always acted cool-headed.

Korrin took a step back, still stunned by the rapid evolution. "I didn\'t—" He cut himself off, realizing that this was indeed his doing.

His innate ability, Species Evolution Mastery, had triggered something far beyond what he knew, he immediately thought "I should report my findings to Master as soon as I finish the Trial."

As Korrin assessed them through his contact, he soon found that these newly evolved cavemen didn\'t possess any inherited memories like them or like Half-Drow Cavemen.

However, each one was gifted with some special abilities or skills, like flexing one of the cavemen\'s fingers, which had elongated into sharper, claw-like nails.

Another tested his movement, shifting from a battle-ready stance to a sprint in the blink of an eye, covering ten meters faster than any of the others could.

Korrin\'s mind raced as he processed all this. Special evolutions and special skills, he thought to himself to test more before coming to a final conclusion, watching as their movements became more coordinated.

"Alright, listen up," Korrin said, regaining his composure, and addressing the newly evolved warriors.

"You\'re stronger, faster, and deadlier than before, but we\'ve got a wave coming soon—fifteen thousand Murlocs. You\'re going to be the key to breaking them."

The newly evolved warriors nodded, their expressions serious, their gazes unblinking and filled with a chilling resolve.

Korrin quickly glanced back at the rest of his forces—many of whom had witnessed the evolution and were equally stunned.

He turned to them, and continued, "You\'ve next." He concentrated on other Tier 1 cavemen who accumulated enough points to evolve into Tier 2.

Yet, he didn\'t touch those cavemen who already had the strength of Tire 2, even when they had already accumulated enough points to upgrade to Tier 3.

He left them deliberately, so to see if he could let them accumulate more and trigger special evolution.

Korrin knew doing so would increase causalities, but he still risked it, "Alas, you cannot blame me, even if I upgrade you all to Tier 3, your life span won\'t increase much, however evolving into the special evolutionary form can extend your life span by 50 to 60 years."

"Next, it all comes down to your individual luck; survive until the end. We\'ll use the Blast Mushrooms just like before to reduce the numbers."

Then he turned towards newly evolved cavemen and Fire Mages, "And then you tear through the elites and rare quality Murlocs when they arrive."

The newly transformed warriors grinned—with a savage, bloodthirsty grin, they were eager, ready to test their new bodies.

"Let\'s finish this," Korrin roared towards the caveman as his voice was like a whip, snapping the cavemen into action.

The ground trembled as the red river ahead of them roared, surging with blood-soaked waves carrying even more Murlocs toward their position. "No holding back. We take them down, or we\'re all dead."

Korrin became excited looking forward, before him the riverbank had become a twisted garden of death, dominated by the predatory vines.

Thousands of them wriggled and slithered, forming a vast belt-like barrier ranging from ordinary level to even Tier 3, becoming their primary defense, a vicious wall that could slow down the Murloc\'s advance and drew them into tight groups, perfect targets for the Blast Mushrooms.

The ordinary and Tier 1 vines, though small—no taller than the cavemen themselves—were the most numerous, hungrily latching onto whatever they could find, pulling broken limbs and weakened Murlocs into their snapping jaws.

These smaller vines weren\'t much for size, but their sheer numbers were overwhelming, carpeting the ground with seething, living trees that consumed everything in their path.

Further along the riverbank, however, stood the real monsters—the Tier 2 and Tier 3 predatory vines. Each one towered over the battlefield at a massive three to four meters tall, their dark green bodies thick like ancient tree trunks.

Their gaping maws, dripping with some kind of bubbling digestive fluid, could swallow up ten to fifteen Murlocs at once.

The sharp, jagged edges of their mouths would close with a sickening crunch, leaving no trace of the creatures as they were sucked into the vine\'s huge furnace-like stomachs.

Korrin grinned darkly, as he watched the battlefield play out like a deadly game.

With each wave thousands more were coming towards them, still moving as dumb as before, becoming food for those predatory vines.

But he knew full well, that these vines won\'t last long if their numbers continued to increase.

The Murlocs were struggling to break through the vine barrier, and every time they got close, they were dragged back by other vines.

The Tier 3 vines, in particular, were relentless, their hunger insatiable as they swallowed wave after wave of the creatures, leaving nothing but bones and shredded flesh.

Korrin saw the opportunity and seized it. He didn\'t see the expected General class Murloc, but he raised his hand, signaling the cavemen stationed with the Blast Mushrooms.

"Shoot!" His voice cut through the battlefield. The newly evolved cavemen responded immediately, pulling out the arrows—each one crudely tied with a Blast Mushroom at its tip, the volatile fungal explosives shaking slightly in their hands.

"Steady... steady," one of the cavemen muttered with excitement, his knuckles white as he pulled the string of his bow back to its limit.

All eyes were locked on the predatory vines, which were already doing their part by entangling dozens of Murlocs.

The timing had to be perfect. Then, with a sharp twang that seemed to pulse through the battlefield, ten arrows streaked through the air, whistling as they arced toward the center where most of the Murlocs gathered.

The Blast Mushrooms glowed faintly as they flew and struck the ground amidst a group of struggling Murlocs. The impact was immediate—a blinding flash of light followed by a concussive blast that shook the ground.

A small mushroom cloud of fire, smoke, and debris erupted, consuming everything within its radius. Murlocs and vines alike were sent flying, their bodies torn apart by the explosion.

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