The world had been changing dramatically for some time, and all kinds of people with supernatural abilities had emerged. It was time for Bai Yang to reap the rewards.
Below, a young white farmer was using his wood-type ability to bring a field of corn to life. As he slowly walked through the rows, every corn plant within ten meters of him rapidly sprouted from seed, put out leaves, and finally grew ears, formed cobs, and filled out with kernels. The corn had grown enough to be picked and boiled for eating.
The whole process took less than a minute. Perhaps the young white man's ability wasn't powerful enough yet; after bringing more than a thousand corn plants to life, he stopped. His face was a little pale, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
He turned to look at the mature, edible corn. Though exhausted, he wore an excited expression, as if he saw money instead of corn.
He could grow a thousand ears of corn in a minute. If he gritted his teeth and managed three rounds a day, that would be three thousand plants. Since each magically grown plant bore two ears, that meant six thousand ears of corn. Each was a foot long and pleasingly plump with kernels, and could sell for at least ten cents. Six thousand ears meant six hundred dollars a day, or eighteen thousand dollars a month!
A sure profit, with no risks to bear. At most, he'd have to pay for seeds, and how much could that be? And this was only corn. What if he specialized in cash crops?
At the thought, the young white man could practically see countless little piles of money beckoning to him.
Thinking about the wonderful future ahead, he sneered at those ability users who