She awakens as a seed in a rotting forest. No name. No memories. No body—only roots.

A mysterious system guides her:

Grow. Survive. Evolve.

Buried in an ancient valley no one enters—and no one leaves—she must navigate the silence, the soil, and the secrets of a forgotten world.

The rot is spreading.
Something watches from below.
And she is the only thing in the forest still learning how to hope.

Poetic dark fantasy. Deep system lore. Slow-burn transformation. Maybe romance, IDK. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Watch her grow—not into a warrior, but into a sanctuary.

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A Note From the Author:
Hi there! This is my very first book being shared with the world, and… I’m a little nervous.
Please be gentle with me—I have a fragile glass heart. (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

This story is the result of months (okay, years) of dreaming, writing, rewriting, and researching things like ancient trees, fantasy ecosystems, and mythological creatures I can barely pronounce. It's a deeply personal world, and I'm incredibly excited—and terrified—to finally show it to someone other than my dog.

Bloom: Becoming the World Tree is a high fantasy story rooted in both Western and Eastern mythology but reimagined through my own voice. Expect themes of growth, loneliness, healing, survival, and sanctuary. There are echoes of elves, dwarves, beastkin, spirits, and creatures who have been forgotten by the rest of the world… just like the little Seedling who wakes up alone in the dark.

I’ve poured my heart (and probably a few brain cells) into building this world carefully. That said—I'm still human! If anything feels off, if I missed something, or if you think a detail could be more accurate, please let me know. I truly want to improve and do right by the story, and by you, the reader.

Thank you for taking a chance on my fragile little Seedling.
I hope she grows into something you’ll come to love, too.

— Kismet (シ_ _)シ

You have recovered fully from critical depletion and completed a full stat reassignment.


I blink into the golden light, stronger than I have in cycles. The ache in my core is gone. The dullness I'd lived with for so long—lifted.


I stretch. My vine uncoils easily. My roots hum with quiet power. I don't just feel whole—I feel prepared.


The system's voice glows in my awareness like morning sun across dew.


How do I keep gaining them? They seem random to me.


Note: AP (Ability Points) are only granted upon significant growth milestones, including stat evolution, system mastery, and environmental adaptation.


Do you only answer if it's questions about you?


Hmm, I earned one for restoring myself, for not giving up. I'd been waiting. Hoping. And now—now I have two.


🌿 Ability Store – Tier 1: Sprouting Instincts


Abilities designed for survival, self-awareness, and early growth.


Moisture Sense – Detect nearby water and humidity in the soil. (1 AP)


Healing Dew – Create a single drop of sap with mild restorative power. (1 AP)


My roots tighten, and the system responds.


Small restorative secretion active. Comfort radius increased.


Environmental hydration detection unlocked.


Both enter my awareness like familiar dreams I had once forgotten. I can feel the dew forming behind my leaf. I can sense faint threads of dampness deeper underground. They hum with potential.


The rest will come. I'll earn more AP. I'll unlock every tier eventually.


But this... this is the first step toward being whole.


Not just surviving or enduring but growing.


And I'm no longer afraid of how slow it may be.


Because now—I know what I'm capable of becoming more than what I am.


Milestone Achieved: Full Tier 1 Ability Set Acquired


All Tier 1: Sprouting Instincts abilities have been integrated. Future Tiers will now unlock through evolution.


A flutter of light ripples across my awareness. Not the sun, not the moss—something deeper. A quiet thrill runs through my core.


I've done it. I've earned every ability the system first offered me. I didn't think it would feel like this—so complete.


Moisture Sense spreads outward like a map drawn through scent and memory. Every patch of damp earth now pulses like a whisper. My roots drink in the guidance. Remembering marks and directions.


And Healing Dew… I don't know what the word healing means.


But the system said it brings comfort. And when I press that tiny droplet out from behind my leaf, I feel its warmth—soft, sweet, like a second heartbeat cradled in fluid.


I don't understand what it fixes. But I understand that it soothes.


Chapter 20 - Rewards