Chapter 61: Sixth Floor
The next day, Tulland woke up to a truly monumental number of notifications of remote kills he had done almost nothing to earn. He read through them just far enough to get to the experience cap notification, then lost interest.
“I think that’s about it for me on this floor. No reason for me to stay here any longer. I’m capped and there aren’t any interesting plants. Not that we can’t stay as long as you need to,” Tulland said when he noticed Necia stirring awake as well.
Necia yawned in her smaller form, which looked exactly like how Tulland imagined a princess would look like in the morning.
“Then I’ll get the easy pickings. It’s still weird to me that you cap out so soon, for the record.”
“Well, that’s the nature of the class, right? It was meant for Farmers. Killing vermin is part of that job, but it’s not like they were ever supposed to level by fighting. They were supposed to farm.”
“You don’t do that much farming either.”
“Yeah. Well. That’s sort of the trouble. As near as I can tell, it was probably okay if farmers took forever to grow their levels. And they could grow huge fields of crops, sometimes. So they’d spend months and months growing thousands and thousands of plants, and eventually they’d get paid out in experience. One big harvest.” Tulland threw his hands wide to indicate how big. “I can’t do that here. Even when I overgrew a big portion of the whole first level, the experience I got from it wasn’t much.”
“I don’t understand, then. How are you leveling so far?”
“It’s a big combination of things.” Tulland stuck up his hand. “Killing things, just normal grinding, is a big chunk of it. Growing matters, even if it only matters a little. And the rest of it is weird stuff. Growing stuff I’m not supposed to grow, mostly. I think inventing a new plant is a much bigger deal for a Farmer than you might imagine.”