Infinite Farmer: A Plants vs Dungeon

The Infinite had been pretty serious. The soil was so good that, for leveling reasons Tulland didn’t fully understand, he was rewarded just for looking at the displaced soil that had fallen off the giant.

Skill Level Up!

Skill Level Up!

Both levels went to his Farmer’s Intuition, which proceeded to be that much louder about the soil, right until Tulland finally started planting. He had plenty of fruit but very little meat to feed his plants, something that could be quickly remedied if he ever managed to actually take down a giant. He doubted it would matter. The soil he had been using up to this point had been definitively pretty bad, something Farmer’s Intuition had never quite been explicit about outside of being subtly disapproving of every garden plot he had ever chosen.

Now, Tulland was going to see what his skills could do in actual soil meant for growing. But he would need water to do that. Dumping most of his magic power into getting his briars growing as fast as possible, he went for a short, stooped walk as low in the grass as he could keep his body, hugging the edge of the coastline until he finally found a few places where water was flowing down to the ocean. Tracing them inland, he used his pack to cart fresh water to the plot until everything was as good and moist as he could get it, then hid a short-distance away in the grass, zapping his plants with power again and again.

Do you think it will be that much better, just from the soil?

“Yes, I do. But don’t you know that?”

Of course I don’t. How would I know how a plant grows? I’ve seen it, but I’ve certainly never done it.

“I thought you were… you know. In charge of everything. For centuries and centuries.”

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