Chapter 151: Free Food!
Daniel stood speechless, locking eyes with the gatekeeper in stunned silence.
The offer, if one could even call it that, lingered in the air between them, thick with the scent of damp earth and an almost strange sense of absurdity.
A part-time medicine farmer. Him. The man who had faced down S-grade beasts, forged S-grade weapons, and whose very existence was a statistical anomaly that gave the Academy’s power grid a nervous breakdown.
The gatekeeper, a scruffy man named Hassan, scratched his messy grey beard, a trace of weary amusement in his tired eyes.
He seemed to enjoy Daniel’s surprise.
"Well, boy?" Hassan grunted, leaning on his rake. "Cat got your tongue? Or was the offer simply too prestigious for words?
It’s a coveted position, you know. Not just anyone gets to commune with the sacred soil of the Eastern Medicine Garden."
Daniel finally found his voice, though it felt weak and reedy in his powerless state.
"A... a farmer? You want me, an aspirant of Astralis Academy, to pull... radishes?"
The final word escaped as a sharp note of indignation.
His SSS-Rank [Soul Assimilation] talent felt deeply, personally insulted by the very concept.