Two days later.
Kroya was in his laboratory.
He had buried the Thicksoil Potato in soil and supplied plenty of fertilizer and water, but he kept reducing its supply of magic power.
He lowered it once every hour.
Well, with the Woodstar Curving Vine King here as an experimental assistant who never needed to sleep, it could help him record the magic power levels and other variables.
Any extra trouble certainly wasn't his to deal with.
The Thicksoil Potato's high yield depended on its supply of magic power in the first place. Now that it had lost that supply, the tubers hanging from its roots began to shrivel.
After observing this, Kroya began frequently influencing it with his consciousness, suggesting that it abandon the excess tubers and focus on the remaining ones.
But the results weren't very good.
Its leaves began to wither as it diverted all the magic power needed for its own growth to the tubers at its roots. It was like a mother who still insisted on feeding her children even as she wasted away.
But this was nothing short of a vicious cycle. It didn't even have enough to grow and absorb light and nutrients itself. How could it possibly take care of so many tubers?
Within just half a day, it began to rot.
Its leaves grew dull, and foul-smelling sores appeared on its vines.
It looked as though it was about to die.
Once it died, those tubers certainly wouldn't survive either. Still undeveloped and unable to see the light, they could only remain buried in the soil and gradually rot.
Kroya fell silent at the sight.
He knew that his two days of experiments had ended in failure. With a soft sigh, he stopped putting this Thicksoil Potato through further trials.
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