Player Farming in the Dragon’s Lair - Chapter 44

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44
It had been thirty days since Woojin arrived at the Tower.
After soaking in warm water the previous evening, he greeted this morning feeling more refreshed than usual.
“Hnngh!”
He rose and performed the National Exercise.
For breakfast, he ate some Tower’s Magical Cherry Tomatoes and a Boiled Sweet Potato.
Pop.
Pop.
Crunch.
[Your Magical Power has permanently increased by 0.01 from consuming a Tower’s Magical Cherry Tomato.]
[Your Magical Power has permanently increased by 0.01 from consuming a Tower’s Magical Cherry Tomato…….]
[Your Strength has permanently increased by 0.01 from consuming a Boiled Sweet Potato.]
Ten cherry tomatoes.
One boiled sweet potato.
A proper portion for breakfast.
The gains in Magical Power and Strength were a bonus.
[The God of Adventure says you’ve eaten well and collects the Wooden Plates to return them to you.]
Woojin used his Rain Casting skill to quickly wash the wooden plates and watered the crops.
“Doppelganger. I’m going to plant a new crop today.”
Whoosh!
He pulled out the Green Onion Seeds from his Subspace Backpack.
Doppelganger nodded and brought over a Hoe and a shovel.
The plot for the green onions would go right next to the Carrot Field.
This time it was also one hundred square meters.
【Green onions can be grown from seeds, but beginners find it far easier to plant seedlings or rooted green onions that have already grown somewhat.】
He understood.
Woojin had the seeds.
He wished he’d bought the seedlings or rooted green onions the book mentioned, but he figured it shouldn’t matter much since he had the Seed Planting skill.
The book had information about seeds as well.
【Green onions are a crop that can be cultivated sufficiently from seeds. However, because the seeds are small and take some time to germinate, it’s important when first planting to loosen the soil well and not bury them too deep.】
【Level the soil surface evenly, make shallow furrows, then scatter or sow the seeds at regular intervals. It’s enough to cover the seeds with only a very thin layer of soil. If buried too deep, the shoots may have difficulty emerging.】
“Okay. Let’s get started.”
Doppelganger immediately stepped beside him with shovel in hand.
(……) Ready.
Woojin pressed the blade deep into the soil.
“Soil Leveling, Soil Leveling!”
Crunch!
Crunch!
[Your Proficiency in Soil Leveling Lv. 6 has increased.]
[Your Proficiency in Soil Leveling Lv. 6 has increased…….]
The soil crumbled finely in the wake of the shovel blade.
He swept away the surface soil, loosened the compacted sections, and pushed aside any protruding stones.
Since green onion seeds were small, he needed to prepare fine soil first.
Woojin passed over it once with the shovel.
Then raked it again with the Hoe, leveling the ground evenly.
Beside him, Doppelganger followed suit, turning and sifting the soil.
Whoosh, whoosh.
The one-hundred-square-meter Green Onion Field took shape quickly.
Finally, Woojin used the end of the Hoe to scratch long, shallow furrows across the soil surface.
Now came the task of planting the Green Onion Seeds.
Woojin opened the seed packet and poured a small amount onto his palm.
The seeds were much tinier than expected.
“Seed Planting!”
[Your Proficiency in Seed Planting Lv. 4 has increased.]
[Your Proficiency in Seed Planting Lv. 4 has increased…….]
He pinched seeds with his fingertips and dropped them gently into the shallow furrows, sowing them at steady intervals.
Doppelganger, watching from beside him, took some seeds as well.
“You try too. Just cover the soil lightly.”
(……) Nod.
Doppelganger began sowing the Green Onion Seeds following Woojin’s example.
After scattering all the seeds, I drew a bit of surrounding soil toward them with my fingertips and covered them thinly from above.
Just enough to lightly bury the seeds, as the book described.
One last watering, and I was done.
“Rain Casting!”
Water cascaded down.
I pictured the lush green onions I’d harvest later.
I imagined slicing them finely and tossing them into ramen — it would be delicious.
Green onions had so many uses besides that.
They were essential ingredients in all manner of cooking.
My morning work finished, I decided to wait for lunch and stretched out on the ground for a sunbath, only to spring upright on my elbows.
“Right. Now that I think about it…….”
– Let’s make a contract!
– I’ll honor that condition you mentioned last time!
Amwol had said something like that yesterday when I stopped by briefly to fetch some kindling.
The contract condition I’d proposed was “obey my words, and don’t talk back.” But he was actually going to agree to that?
‘What’s he plotting?’
Hmm.
I supposed I should check it out.
* * *
In truth, the Magic Sword had no intention of actually obeying Woojin.
If he didn’t uphold the contract terms, he could be annihilated by Causality — but so long as he simply didn’t include ridiculous terms like “obedience” in the contract conditions to begin with, there was nothing to fear.
He’d just have to convince him.
Sitting alone in this cold place, unable to do anything, was far worse than at least being given a chance.
In the past, anyone who dared touch him had met only death, but as the years dragged on with no one arriving, Amwol had concluded he needed to contract with any host willing and escape this place.
And that’s when he’d found Woojin.
The adventurer looked pathetically weak, but it didn’t matter.
What mattered was getting out of here by taking him as a host.
‘He’s here!’
– Adventurer!
.
.
.
Woojin stood before the Magic Sword.
– So? Have you changed your mind about contracting with me?
– I’ll honor the contract conditions you mentioned: I’ll obey your words and won’t talk back.
– A contract is binding—if I don’t uphold my conditions, my existence will be annihilated. This principle is etched into the system itself.
Amwol spilled words in a rush.
Woojin was uncertain how to proceed.
Could he really contract with the Magic Sword, Amwol, and control him however he pleased?
“Wait a moment. This is my first contract, so let me ask someone about it first.”
– …What? Ask whom?
Whom should I ask?
I decided to ask the God of Order.
He seemed like the type who’d know about contracts and such.
“God of Order, if I really make a contract with Amwol, will he obey my words and not harm me?”
[The God of Order says that once both parties confirm the contract conditions and sign with the system, the conditions must be upheld absolutely. If Amwol breaks them, he will face the Penalty of annihilation.]
Annihilation, no less.
Terrifying.
I turned back to face Amwol.
His voice trembled as he spoke.
– W-wait. The God of Order? You’re quite the comedian.
“What do you mean?”
– The gods have no reason to watch over you, and the idea that you’re conversing with one is frankly impossible!
What sort of beings were the gods?
They were absolute ones, possessing immortal power.
Even he, who once sent continents trembling in fear, and those called Calamities—before the gods, they were nothing but puppies.
Gods, by nature, had no interest in mortals.
In fact, the same held true for all beings across every realm.
They, the immortal ones, had lived through endless aeons and transcended life and death itself; even the annihilation of a continent was a trivial matter.
Only once.
The Magic Sword and Amwol had once drawn their attention.
It was something that should never have been attempted.
A direct challenge to the divine throne itself.
In the past, during what could be called Amwol’s golden age.
When he had accumulated more Black Magic Power—the so-called death magic—throughout his entire being than anyone else, the path he left behind overflowed with nothing but death and terror.
It was then that Amwol harbored such a thought.
I am destined to become a god.
And so Amwol dared to challenge the divine throne.
‘I tasted unimaginable terror after that.’
The power of the gods transcended mere ‘strength.’
It was a primordial fear.
Those who had constructed the System.
They could annihilate existence with mere intention alone.
In particular, the power of the Dragon Lord—the God of Dominion—was beyond comprehension.
In any case, Amwol, who had challenged the divine throne, made a solemn vow never to harbor such presumptuous thoughts again, and received clemency in the form of losing all his Black Magic Power and being sealed beneath the earth.
That such tremendous beings as the gods.
Should observe the feeble adventurer before his eyes—one who looked as if he would be blown away by a single gust of wind—was something that could never happen, not even in a dream.
‘…Still, just in case, maybe I should take a look?’
Amwol focused his mind and scrutinized the heavens.
A handful of Black Magic Power painstakingly gathered over centuries.
He never imagined he would be forced to spend it in a place like this.
In any case, he wanted to resolve his curiosity.
– ……?
– …What is this?
Something that ought not be seen came into view.
Amwol gazed at the heavens once more.
It seemed his strength had grown thin lately from not consuming Black Magic Power.
That must be the problem.
– ……????
It was not a hallucination.
Amwol could see it clearly.
Brilliant constellations floating in the sky.
The existence of Constellations.
And not merely one.
Four stars.
– This, this can’t possibly be true?
– Adventurer! I, I have to ask—are there four gods watching over you?!
“Well. For now it’s the God of Dominion, the God of Adventure, the God of Order, and the God of Fate. So yes, four of them talk to me.”
– This is insane!
Amwol gasped in shock.
What in the world?
Could this bastard be hiding his level?
The thought struck him that this adventurer might be far more formidable than he appeared.
– Adventurer! What is your level!
“Level thirteen. Why?”
– …….
What on earth is this.
It was then.
[The God of Dominion says that if anyone attempts to meddle with the Contract, he will personally intervene, and asks that you relay this to Amwol.]
Woojin nodded repeatedly.
“The God of Dominion says if you try any funny business with the Contract, he’ll personally take care of it himself.”
Amwol could see it.
One of the stars hanging in the heavens, fixing its gaze upon him, shining brilliantly.
“Then shall we proceed with the Contract?”
[Woojin presents the Contract conditions.]
1. You will obey my words
2. You will not contradict my words
– …….
[The Contract is complete.]
Amwol could not suppress an inward sigh.
The greatest Magic Sword in all the land, bound by such an absurd condition to a Level 13 adventurer.
A Player Farming in the Dragon Lair (Serialized)
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