Ⅱ
After wandering around the room for a while, the sense of incongruity grew stronger and stronger. Isaac looked up, then leapt several times to the top of the tallest tree.
Looking down over the greenhouse from above, the "trees" before him gradually overlapped with certain images in his memory, forming an absurd conclusion.
"These... aren't trees. These are..."
Isaac swallowed hard and pointed in disbelief at the crops below.
"Rye, turnips, beets, hawk grass..."
"These... are actually those tiny plants?"
There was no mistaking it. Isaac had seen these plants before. They were exactly the same as the ones before him, only enlarged by an unimaginable degree.
Take the rye, for example. It normally only grew as high as a person's waist, but here, it was like a forest. One had to crane one's neck just to barely see its top.
Beets usually grew close to the ground, low and squat, but inside this greenhouse, they formed a stretch of green little houses.
Isaac slowly raised his head toward the "tree" he stood on.
This was the tallest plant in the entire greenhouse.
He looked up at the enormous cone-shaped fruit overhead. He had initially thought it was some strange, exotic thing, but now that he looked carefully...
Corn!?
Isaac sucked in a sharp breath and broke off a kernel from the corn.
It was an utterly ordinary corn kernel. No matter how he looked at it, he could find nothing unique about it—except for its size. It was even larger than Isaac's fist.
Was this... a god's estate? Standing amid these gigantic plants, Isaac suddenly felt as though he were merely a tiny figure from a fairy tale.
What kind of miraculous place was this...?
After hesitating for a moment, Isaac tucked the corn kernel into a pocket