choice but to accept the fact that he was truly a farmer. Even if he enjoyed acti

e of grass. He decided that in the worst-case scenario, he co

et's expand a

eeded to drop in more seeds. Since he had greatly increased the number of seeds he had, and there were still many to harvest, he had nothing to worry about. He plan

l in all, he had 31 extra papers, which, for the time being, he put on the ground; as

ad never harvested potatoes before and didn't even know how much he would get, but he was slightly saddened as under the

or every piece of potato he had picked up, h

ey would give

next to the pile of peppers, he started digging and plating the potatoes, further increasing his Experience Points and Points. It was at that moment that he realised

how how much he had harvested. But as he looked at the now bush-size flower, he wondered. Sin

hed planting and covering the potatoes with dirt. His h

n I expected.. especially if th

le, Foin looked at

branches and use them as fuel as well..

nted to make some sort of support so that he could stand up straight without the need to worry about straining h

s. And suddenly, he felt as if the pain emanating from his wounds had

is t

e determined movement, he pushed himself up. He stood up, but only on one leg. Soon, he slowly lowered his injured leg; at first, only his toes to

e effect of the

ed back down at the pr

ave something similar effect as well? Well

s his stomach. He gently grabbed one of the flowers and

1 Experience Po

assumption was right. He took a deep breath in from the sweet scent of his harvested flower and the

nto real plants, he believed that maybe even a new bush would grow fro

et back to collec

stumbled towards the forest to collect more sticks and pieces of

or so, so his progress was once again slowed down; still, he made great progress.