Enough.

After many hours making pauses to regenerate mana and rethink the numbers, you think this will be enough.

Not only your stats changed, but your appearance as well. You no longer look like an actual plant. Your body now is just a bunch of bark pieces that, together, give you a humanoid shape. Through all your body you can see holes where you'd have organs, if you were an actual human. You have hands, feet and a human looking face now. Your face looks like a mask, with a serious expression and holes where you'd have eyes, but see through magic.

But your stats... the priestess was right. Something about you is different. Those numbers weren't supposed to be so high, probably because you weren't supposed to level up, much less farm xp using a hero. Somehow, though, you know that, like any other "enemy", you will despawn if no hero is present. And this needs to be fixed.

You look at the priestess on the ground. You don't have roots for some time now, so you decided to put her to sleep. And there she was on the ground. You absorbed her mana so many times that whenever she managed to recover a single point you'd steal it passively to your own seemingly infinite mana reserve.

You're probably the strongest creature in the world now, but you still need a hero to exist. Pathetic. There must have a way of being free of this curse. The has to be. You just have to find a way to do it, and you feel like the priestess would know it, or at least know someone that does. You heal her health to the maximum and wait the sleep effect pass.

It takes minutes, but eventually she wakes up. Again, scared. The last few hours must have passed like seconds to her, and she gets up looking around the clearing. She brings her hand to her head, like someone that wakes up from a bad dream. And it must have felt this way.

After a few moments, the priestess checks her inventory. You're not dumb. Inside her inventory she find only random drops, materials and her current equipment. Potions, scrolls, gadgets and weapons are gone. She is visibly confused and looks around again. She looks at you a few times, but you're camouflaged in a corner, covered by nothing but your new appearance. After a while she decides to walk away, but before she can leave, you get up.

She looks at you and tries summoning a spell but the small spark in her hand puffs and disappears. With no mana, she tries running, but you bend the earth and make walls appear around the clearing, making her escape impossible. Are you ready to apologize, Priestess? Her eyes widen in shock as she recognizes who you are. Shock fades and anger grows on her face "YOU! What happened to you? What did you do to me? Why can't I use magic? And what do you want from me?!" I changed, Priestess. I'm stronger. I'm the strongest now. You were right though. I AM weird. I'm unusual. But there's a thing I can't avoid. I need a hero to exist. "Weed is still weed, be it stronger or weaker." Still defiant after dying so many times, Priestess? Your will is powerful. It can be broken, though. Humans are humans, stronger or weaker, they all can be broken. You say confidently with the experience of battles you never fought. You don't know how, but you know it's true. "Tch... what do you want?" Finally. I want you to help me, Priestess. I'm powerful, but there are rules in this world that I can't break. Yet. I know there is a way of giving me the freedom I want. And I know YOU know how to. Help me do it, and I'll let you go. Refuse and I'll make you my hostage for eternity. I will make sure your body doesn't die just so I can keep you as my prisoner and **** you until your mind gives in. On the other side, if you accept, I will let you go without any harm. And I promise that you and yours will be safe and blessed for as long as you don't interfere with my plans, whatever they be.