Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1041

Chapter 1041: Chapter 608: Looks Very Boring Chapter 1041: Chapter 608: Looks Very Boring Enhancing seeds required life force–the greater the difficulty of enhancement and the higher the degree of enhancement, the more life force was needed. It was something that should be used sparingly, and just to verify it, wasting half of it felt too painful.

The grain varieties that Radiad had brought over were enhanced to yield fifteen hundred jin per acre, which had already consumed a large amount of life force. Now, it had finally replenished a bit.

Just for verification, did it have to be this difficult?

But it had already pushed aside Elf Beans and Fire Dragon Fruit, and to push aside Magic Rice as well seemed a bit too much, especially since Little Fat Dragon was starting to show impatience and disdain.

Reluctantly accepting the Magic Rice seed, the deity held it in hand and muttered, “May the countless beliefs witness your traits, high-yielding Magic Rice seed, enhance your traits…”
After muttering this several times, the deity handed it back, “There, done.”

“That's it?” the onlookers asked with skeptical expressions, “We can't see any change. Is that the enhancement? Are you sure it worked?”

The deity, puzzled, replied, “You need to plant the seed to see the change. What change can you see now?”

“I read in Knight novels that once enhancement is successful, there should be glowing, color change, or an increase in aura,” Feiti raised his hand and said, “This one has nothing, could the enhancement have failed?”

The deity scratched his bald head, took the seed back and held it for a moment, then handed it back again, “There, done.”

Upon opening his palm, there lay a seed emitting a faint white glow, clean and plump, and exuding a subtle aura, markedly different from the others.

Everyone involuntarily burst into applause, “That's more like it. It looks strong, it must have succeeded.”

The deity muttered with a helpless expression, “Such needless things, yet it takes extra effort to enhance…”

Perhaps hearing his complaint, Anthony said with a smile, “No, it's very meaningful. Seeds that look good are easier to promote. You need to plant the seed to know the yield, but a seed that looks impressive like this one will have many willing to try it, even without knowing its yield. By the way, will it maintain this appearance when grown?”

Having been a Light Swindler for over a thousand years, Anthony knew too well the effects of good appearance. Intelligent beings, unlike the Undead with soul communication, knew nothing at first sight and could only judge based on appearance. A good appearance made it easier for others to accept.

Here, 'good' did not merely mean beautiful. Being too delicate and pretty, like Gailard, could actually backfire. Specific to a stranger, proper features, intact limbs, clean clothes and skin, and polite behavior were all premises of being 'good.'
The Church of Light's selection criteria for worshippers always included specific standards of appearance. No matter how devout the belief, if one was crooked-eyed, sallow and skinny, they could absolutely not become a worshipper.

Seeds that were plump and even glowing were undoubtedly more easily accepted than those that were plain and ordinary.

It seemed there was some sense to it. The deity nodded and said, “Do you want to promote it? With just one seed, promotion is difficult. Can this Magic Rice self-pollinate?”

“If not, a single seed won't bear fruit. Enhancement is random; I can't guarantee producing the same seed again if I try to enhance another.”

“If the seeds differ too much, there will be reproductive isolation, making pollination impossible.”

Anthony laughed awkwardly, shifting away subtly–a question too specialized for him.

He didn't answer it, muttering helplessly, “It's just an experiment, no matter, I should have enhanced more if I knew it was to be promoted. Enhancing them together is effortless, but enhancing them individually is slow even if they can self-pollinate, and it might degenerate after a few generations.”

Indeed, he was knowledgeable about farming, mumbling professionally as he went, but three hours later, when Ange pulled out a large bag of the same seeds, he was stunned, “Why… why are there so many?”

“Planted them,” Ange replied, his arm moving inside the Dimensional Space.

“You planted them in three hours?” The Lord had a visibly unsettled expression.

Ange nodded his head, his hand never stopping, occasionally pulling out different plants, taking a few looks, and then reaching back in.

Negris and the others, long accustomed to such sights, directly asked, “Did you get a harvest? How much per acre?”

Ange shook his head, “One plant, not enough for an acre, but a single plant increase of eighty percent.”

Negris understood, there was only one plant so far, not enough to calculate per acre, but the yield of that single plant had increased by eighty percent.

“Only eighty percent? Not even doubled, the enhancement isn't very effective,” Negris commented.

“…” What do you mean 'only' eighty percent? With a yield of five hundred pounds per acre, doubling it makes only a thousand pounds, but with a yield of one thousand seven hundred, an increase of eighty percent makes three thousand pounds, more challenging than Radiad's.

“The ones you planted aren't enhanced Magic Rice, are they? Are you doing another crossbreeding comparison?” Negris continued to ask.

Ange nodded. There was an enhanced high-yield mother plant, so naturally, he based it on this mother plant to breed various traits of hybrid varieties, expand the spectrum, adapt to different environments, and prevent degeneration of the species.

By the time they left there, Ange already had several large bags of seeds, fully able to meet the five-acre requirement of the Grain Competitions, with the yield per acre also estimated at three thousand pounds.

“I think this yield is too outrageous, why don't we just use the original grain, otherwise if the Sorcerer Alliance's highest yield per acre is one thousand five hundred, and you produce three thousand pounds, it's too frightening, others won't believe it,” Negris said.

Ange nonchalantly nodded, he was only interested in better seeds, not which to promote.

The Sorcerer's ladder was dragging a huge Magic Crystal Rock back, but Ange and his group had returned to the Star Burst Plane through the Teleportation Array ahead of time, really quick in and out, and even made it back in time for the Grain Competition.

If they hadn't made it back in time, the Silver Coin would have competed with the Magic Rice seeds under the name of the Salted Fish Team.

Although Silver Coin was not very skilled at farming, the Magic Rice had been so stabilized by Ange's improvements that just following the procedure, the yield could at least reach fourteen to fifteen hundred pounds per acre, and the chances of winning the championship were still very high.

Now that Ange had made it back in time, how could he let such an interesting event go to Silver Coin?

Rolling up his sleeves, Ange entered the participants' area, and noticed many unfamiliar teams.

As part of the authority was shared, there were three channels for registration, namely the Church of Light, Sorcerer Alliance, and Undead Empire, so competitors from different channels might not recognize each other until the competition started.

The unfamiliar teams looked similar to those Ange had seen before, but one team particularly caught his attention. It was a stele floating horizontally in the air, on which a tangible phantom, looking bored, was hunching over, waiting for the competition to start.

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