Chapter 67: Clubber Vine
Tulland didn’t have a way to disprove the System’s claim until the next morning, when he woke up with Necia’s arm on his chest, stretched from her bedroll a foot or so away. Ley was snoring loudly, which hardly mattered in that moment**.** Girl hand was a powerful force, one that he wouldn’t have escaped for almost any reason he could think of. The Infinite, in its wisdom, presented him with one he wouldn’t have thought of, something powerful enough that he sprung out of bed immediately, Necia’s hand forgotten.
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“Oh yes. New seed. No idea what it does.” Tulland looked over the meat from the day before and his other few sources of fertilizer, finding that the seed didn’t seem to be very well attuned to any of them. Instead, he simply enriched the seed with every bit of magic he could safely cram in it, harvested some briars to make room for it, and shoved it deep into some moist, freshly tilled soil. “Wow. That took a lot of my magic stock. Sorry, rest-of-farm. You’ll have to wait for your next enhancement.”
“Should we wait for… whatever it is?” Ley pointed at the soil. “Would it help?”
“Not until it’s grown,” Tulland explained. “And that could take forever. We might as well go hunting in the meantime. If I can pick up some levels, it will happen that much faster.”
