M-Mole's World?

In just a moment, the pumpkin seed suddenly burrowed into Carl's palm as if it had come to life, golden patterns traveling along her blood vessels toward her heart.

Carl felt a thornbush take root in her esophagus. The intense pain made him bite his lip so hard that it bled.

Amid her jumbled thoughts, a brilliant light covered the world before her eyes in the blink of an eye.

The entire world spun around in an instant, quietly changing amid silence and blur.

The air surged, the earth shook, and the dome rose higher.

With waves of stabbing pain, streams of information entered Carl's mind.

[Warning! Dark Continent contaminant detected]

[Forcibly initiating purification protocol]

[Loading Mole's World Purified Edition...]

Beep~

When the agony faded, nine translucent yellow plots of land appeared before his eyes. Three asymmetrically arranged golden suns hung in the sky, one bearing a mole's face.

In the central furrow, the Qi and Blood Pumpkin's tender shoot swayed its leaves, shining brightly in the sunlight.

Carl looked around. Everything felt vaguely familiar, and realization dawned in her heart:

"Mole Manor?"

At his call, a panel that only he could see appeared before his eyes:

[Manor owner: Carl (level 1)]

[Unlocked area: Farm]

[Plantable plots: 9]

As Carl looked at the familiar information on the panel, a wealth of information surfaced in her mind.

It was as though she had always been supposed to know it.

"Five years of sowing, three years of fertilizing."

"Thirty thousand must-do farming exercises."

"Intensive cultivation."

"..."

A torrent of tens of thousands of memories washed over her, sending a sudden stab of pain through Carl's head and making her close her eyes involuntarily.

"I'm not a farming machine!!!"

When Carl opened her eyes again, she instinctively bent over, forcibly suppressing the urge to plant herself in the ground.

Bombarded by a torrent of memories formed from experience growing tens of thousands of crops, he had nearly forgotten his own memories.

Fortunately, the torrent stopped before Carl could take no more.

Otherwise...

"Phew~~~"

Letting out a long breath, Carl rubbed her throbbing temples and forced herself to rally.

Leaning against the door, Carl followed an inexplicable instinct, and a miniature manor suddenly appeared before her eyes.

Beneath three tiny, dazzling golden suns lay nine exquisite plots of land, with a tender green pumpkin sprout resting peacefully in the center.

Besides those, a small brownish-yellow cottage stood quietly beside the fields, looking especially inconspicuous against the similarly colored land.

As Carl gazed at the pumpkin, a panel quietly appeared on her retina:

[Three-season crop: Qi and Blood Pumpkin]

[Maturation period: 72 hours]

[Irrigation requirement: Manor spring water]

[Effect: Greatly replenishes qi and blood. Eat a hundred to gain a body of strong flesh and blood.]

Although the manor was miniature, for some reason, Carl felt she could control everything within it.

A heartfelt call slowly sounded in his mind: Water.

In the blink of an eye, a brass watering can appeared above the seedling. Drops of clear mountain spring water fell from its spout, soaking the entire plant.

[Three-season crop: Qi and Blood Pumpkin]

[Maturation period: 71 hours, 59 minutes, 55 seconds]

[Irrigation requirement: Completed]

[Effect: Greatly replenishes qi and blood. Eat a hundred to gain a body of strong flesh and blood.]

Gazing at the panel above the pumpkin seedling, Carl willed the watering can back to its original place.

Watching the countdown slowly tick down on the panel, he was filled with intense joy.

What could make him happier than finally getting his golden finger?

But... why did it have to be Mole's World?

Was it just because he had been a miserable code monkey in his previous life?

Carl blinked, a classic saying of her countrymen brewing in his mind...

But... farming?

As the sole inheritor in this world of a great farming nation with five thousand years of history, Carl felt she ought to carry on her family's fine traditions!

Besides, Carl had learned from the original owner's memories that his greatest dream had been to fill Meteor City with plants.

Even though Meteor City's soil had long since been polluted by garbage, and no plants could survive in it.

Placing her palm against her chest, Carl felt her heart beating and silently swore, Don't worry. I'll make your dream come true.

One day, I'll make bright flowers bloom again on the soil of Meteor City.

He looked at the five wooden trays at the foot of the wall, and his heart suddenly began to race. Seeds-they were seeds!

The many seeds the original owner had collected since childhood would be his most precious possessions now!

Without hesitation.

Carl used the door for support as she straightened up, then walked over to the wooden trays.

The first tray held thirty pumpkin seeds, which Carl put into the manor's warehouse.

The second, third, and fourth trays-even after checking every single seed, Carl couldn't find one that was still viable.

"No wonder nothing grew. How could dead seeds possibly sprout..."

Having inherited the manor's legacy of farming memories, Carl the farming expert felt her heart turn ice-cold.

What kind of person planted dead seeds!!!

Even if Meteor City's soil hadn't been polluted, these seeds could never have sprouted!!!

Yet even so, according to the original owner's memories, he had gone through countless hardships to find these seeds in the garbage district.

Feeling somewhat helpless, Carl turned her gaze to the fifth wooden tray.

"Buzz~"

Above the blood-red seeds, a white panel slowly unfolded:

[Twelve-season crop: Bomb Pomegranate]

[Maturation period: 6 hours]

[Irrigation requirement: Manor spring water]

[Effect: Twist off the twig on a ripe fruit, and it will explode violently after five seconds, with a lethal radius of 6 meters.]

Wait, dude?

Were species on the Hunter Continent this... unusual?

How was this any different from a grenade?

Carl rubbed her eyes in disbelief, her jaw dropping open.

After a while, Carl came to her senses, abruptly crouched down, and began carefully sorting through the seeds.

After counting them several times, she found twelve viable pomegranate seeds.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Carl silently put them into the manor's warehouse.

With a thought, he also summoned the miniature manor before his eyes.

"Nine plots of land. For every hundred mature crops I turn in, I can gain a level and nine more plots?"

Rubbing the soft flesh of her chin, Carl silently made her calculations.

According to the original owner's memories, there were three days' worth of food and water left in the shack.

That meant there was no need to plant pumpkins, which for now could only fill her stomach.

Leaving aside their excessively long maturation period, the requirement to "eat a hundred" was enough for Carl to shelve them for the time being!

By contrast, the exploding pomegranates matured quickly and had considerable power, making them very suitable for his current situation-Carl had to visit the church in two days, and he didn't want Chrollo to judge that something was wrong with him.

But the church was near the northern part of Meteor City, some distance from where he lived in the south!

Meteor City was not a peaceful place. Although Carl had inherited the original owner's experience, she figured she should also prepare some trump cards.

"Once every six hours, eight plots, twelve seasons. In two days, that's..."

"Sixty-four!!!"

Curled up in the leaky shack, Carl used her index finger to calculate the explosive formula on the ground.

The explosive yield of sixty-four Bomb Pomegranates was enough for him to blow away half the shack district!!!

Carl had it all figured out. If things got dangerous enough, she would toss the exploding pomegranates into the air and hide inside the manor.

He really didn't believe anyone could survive under those circumstances!

Pressing her temples, Carl suddenly thought of something.

The time it took to enter and leave the manor-he hadn't tested it yet!

If she was too slow and accidentally hurt herself, she would become a jade-faced...

Acting at once, Carl patted her head to clear away the stray thoughts and instantly immersed her mind in the manor.

Plant!

As the thought rang out, small openings appeared in all eight plots at once, enclosing the blood-red pomegranate seeds.

"Pop~ Pop~ Pop~"

With faint popping sounds, blood-red shoots burst from the soil after only a second.

Water~

Following Carl's thoughts, the brass-colored watering can tended to every shoot.

[Twelve-season crop: Bomb Pomegranate]

[Maturation period: 5 hours, 59 minutes, 57 seconds]

[Irrigation requirement: Completed]

[Effect: Twist off the twig on a ripe fruit, and it will explode violently after five seconds, with a lethal radius of 6 meters.]

Carl glanced at the panel beside the shoots and nodded in satisfaction.

According to the manor's rules, she would also receive one seed when she harvested a crop.

In other words, the more he harvested, the more seeds he would have.

And the more seeds she had, the more she would harvest.

Combined with the manor's endlessly expandable farmland...

Wouldn't he be stepping on one foot with the other and soaring into the sky?!!

Carl could already picture herself becoming a great farm owner in the future, harvesting countless crops with a wave of her hand.

Next, it was time to test how long it took her to enter the manor.

He looked around the shack. Yep, it was in shambles.

The only thing of any value was the half-pot of water hidden under the bed.

After hesitating for a while, he silently picked up a small stone from the ground.

Unfortunately, Carl had no alarm clock, so she came up with a very crude idea.

With a gentle flick of her left hand, the little stone bearing all her hopes flew into the air.