Chapter 36

Ang held the scythe and happily reaped the mature crops. After a month and a half of growth, the crops were ripe and ready to be harvested, a speed that surpassed Ang's imagination.

When he was in the Palace of Rest, it took six months from sowing to harvesting, even after Ang had selected and bred the seeds.

At the beginning, when the undead souls had not yet disappeared, the crops also needed six months to mature. However, during this period, the seeds Ang planted were brought from outside, so he didn't feel anything special.

But after the undead souls disappeared and there were no more external seeds, Ang could only use the mature crops as seeds. After a few years, he found that the crops had degenerated. Originally, they could mature in six months, but it gradually took seven to eight months, and the crops became fewer, smaller, and shriveled.

In the Palace of Rest, four months out of the year were winter. Although it didn't snow, the temperature would drop to zero degrees. If the crops couldn't be harvested within eight months, it meant that the harvest would be lost to winter.

From that time on, he consciously began breeding. The knowledge of planting was deeply etched in his soul, so he knew how to breed, but he hadn't thought about it before because it wasn't necessary.

After starting the breeding, the harvesting time of the crops was shortened, but later the fertility of the land declined. He began to burn the land and bury bone powder, then rotate the crops. He tried every method he could, and finally managed to keep the crops maturing around six months.

"So, the seeds you are using now are the ones you have cultivated for over a thousand years in a closed environment, where the land's fertility has been lost, and they still mature in six months?" Negris asked in surprise.

Ang nodded.

"Then why are you asking! Why are you asking why they mature in a month and a half! Don't you have any idea at all!" Negris roared.

As the God of Knowledge, Negris had profound knowledge of planting, but even he couldn't achieve the level Ang described.

In such a difficult situation, the seeds he cultivated, when planted in an environment with fertile soil, suitable water and temperature, and supplemented with luminescent moss and lighting arrays, maturing in a month and a half, was it strange? Strange? Strange?

Ang tilted his head. He didn't understand Negris's insults, but he understood the meaning. It seemed that the seeds he had cultivated were very powerful, so they could mature in a month and a half, which meant he could plant several more seasons.

This thought made him even happier, and he happily reaped the crops, preparing to plant another season after finishing.

Negris was still angry, especially when he saw Ang's reaping method. He couldn't help but criticize again: "If you're going to use a scythe, why use the Scythe of Death? This is a skill for reaping souls. Can't you show some respect?"

Ang held the scythe, which emitted a small blade of light, just like when he had removed Tulus's soul, clearly in the form of the Scythe of Death.

Ang said two words: "It's useful."

The scythe with the blade of light perfectly covered a whole row of soil. He took two steps back, pulled backward, and the entire row of crops fell neatly. If he didn't use the form of the Scythe of Death, Ang would have to swing the scythe twice to cut a row of crops, which would take three times as long.

So Ang didn't care about respect; he just wanted it to be useful.

Negris was so angry that he could only hum in frustration, but he was helpless. He consoled himself: "I guess your Scythe of Death was practiced while mowing grass. Otherwise, why would you use it just because I said one sentence?"

With the useful Scythe of Death, Ang spent a day and a night harvesting the crops. Since he hadn't pre-sprouted the seeds, he directly scattered them into the ground.

Of course, he didn't scatter them randomly but precisely used the Pollination Spell to plant each seed at a certain interval, covering them with a thin layer of soil, as if an invisible hand was working.

Negris couldn't help but sigh: "Your precise control could be used to inscribe magic scrolls, even high-level ones. But you use it to plant crops. Sigh, but it makes sense. If someone spends a thousand years using only low-level magic to plant crops, they would definitely have such control."

While Negris was muttering, the positioning point for the food delivery at the Ice City's isthmus square was already set up, ready to receive the food from the human world.

Food is a bulk commodity, the least suitable for inter-dimensional transportation due to the high cost. One ton of food costs one magic crystal, but to deliver it to another plane might cost ten magic crystals, making the transportation cost ten times the value of the goods.

Anna spent a hundred magic crystals to buy a hundred tons of food, but it cost a thousand magic crystals to deliver it, plus four hundred "other" fees, which made her heart ache.

But there was no choice. Food was a necessity, and even if it meant bankrupting herself, she had to buy it, especially after the demons burned several planting areas. The shortage of food in Ice City was inevitable, and without sufficient reserves, a famine could occur next year, and many people could die.

Not only did she have to buy food, but if this purchase was successful, she would have to buy more next time. After all, this food could be considered free, as she was just a middleman.

She sold the essence liquid, gave half the magic crystals to Ang, and used the remaining half to buy food, spending no money.

If this business could continue, buying once a month would provide twelve hundred tons of food a year, enough to feed ten to twenty thousand people.

Anna was very confident about this because the Silverlight Gnome Merchant Guild had already been in contact before and had always been trustworthy, paying promptly. The first fifteen hundred magic crystals were paid without hesitation, and the remaining hundred tons of food wouldn't be withheld.

Today was the agreed-upon delivery time. Ice City had already set up the delivery array, which, unlike a teleportation array, only had a positioning function to tell the other end where to deliver, to avoid misplacement.

Because it only had a positioning function, the other end's teleportation array needed to spend more energy to deliver the goods.

If there was a teleportation array here, it could save 80% of the energy, meaning one ton of food might only need one magic crystal to be teleported.

The World Transfer Station was a giant teleportation array that significantly reduced the cost of delivery. It connected all worlds, reaching various main material planes and the Abyss, facilitating the trade and exchange of goods and talents across the void.

Unfortunately, after it suddenly stopped operating a thousand years ago, this world became a barren island, struggling even to support its original population.

"Alright, it's coming. Get ready," Lan suddenly shouted loudly because the delivery array began to glow.

Everyone got ready, not just Anna and Lan, but also the surrounding soldiers and ballista war wagons, as no one could guarantee that what was delivered would be food or enemies. It's better to be safe than sorry.

A dazzling light flashed, and in the center of the delivery array, a pile of food bags and three figures appeared.