Chapter 6
In the early morning, a young man worked enthusiastically in the fields, accompanied by seven small skeletons assisting him.
It had been four days since Clayton transmigrated into this world of swords and sorcery. Though he still felt awkward from time to time, he was gradually getting used to it—almost as if he were beginning to find his place.
Now, the three-hectare plot of land under Clayton's care no longer resembled the neglected patch it once was. Instead, it looked like a proper wheat farm, just like any veteran farmer's field.
Fortunately, Clayton had access to several useful Entries, and the timing of his efforts couldn't have been better for crop mitigation. Without them, who knows if he would have made it safely to harvest?
Even though his field now appeared ordinary, it still stood out among the neighboring dry and barren plots.
As Clayton grew more familiar with farming, the work became considerably lighter—especially with the help of his mini skeletons. Thanks to them, he finally had the rare luxury of taking it easy after so much recent stress.
Whether due to exhaustion or the calm morning air, Clayton eventually dozed off without meaning to.
He only awoke to the distant sound of dogs barking. It was already midday. With a groan, Clayton stood and prepared to perform his usual summoning ritual.
To his surprise, nothing happened. No light, no vibrations, no skeletons—nothing at all.
He tried channeling his mana again, but still, there was no reaction. A sense of unease crept over him. He had assumed he could summon an unlimited number of skeletal soldiers—but it turned out he had been wrong.
After several failed attempts, he gave up. It seemed he had reached his summoning limit.