After careful calculation, I decided it was more beneficial to save the planet than allow total destruction over time.

  Indeed.

  I am not at all influenced by the threat of suicide if I fail to save the family of my Chaos Alchemist-To-Be.

  At.

  All.

  Now of course…

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  How to save a planet…

  I’m not really a ‘save’ kind of Tree.

  I’m more of a melt and eat kind of Tree.

  Melting and eating do not contribute much to saving, at least not in this situation.

  So…of course…I’m doomed.

  I really wish I had help right about now…

  A finger poked me, but I ignored it.

  I really wish Dryad was awake right now.

  Poke.

  Poke.

  POKE.

  I whacked the offending finger, and seconds later I was in sub-orbital flight.

  Oh dear…Dryad woke up…

  After teleporting back to the ground, I went through another question and answer session.

  This one, was more…physically motivating.

  After I finished, Dryad explained to me in small polite words what would happen if I ever experimented on her again.

  It was sufficient knowledge to make me understand the gravity of such a mistake occurring.

  “Hmph, now that that’s done with. How are you going to save the planet?” Dryad said, while tapping her foot.

  What?

  I never thought for a second Dryad waking up would be helpful!