The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

On weekdays, I'm either flipping through parenting guides to fill in any gaps in my knowledge, tending to the flowers and plants in the front yard, or growing fresh fruits and vegetables in the backyard garden. I rarely leave the wooden house and courtyard.

Of course, the most important and crucial task each day is to nourish the little sprout with exotic magic according to its needs.

At first, Xiaoya had a small appetite and got hungry very quickly.

It needs to be nourished approximately every half hour, and each time 50 mana of magic will suffice.

As the bud grows day by day, its root system becomes more developed and its spirituality increases, and the interval and capacity for absorbing magic also begin to change.

Gradually, it became a nourishing treatment every two hours, with each dose containing approximately 500 mana.

Later, the interval was extended to once every eight hours, and each time a full 1000 mana was needed, and the growth rate was significantly accelerated.

Six months later, the once timid little sprout had grown into a lush, leafy witch tree, over two meters tall, radiating a warm, life-giving glow.

In the heart of the tree's densest canopy, a tender, thumb-sized fruit quietly forms, hanging from a slender stem, swaying gently.

At this point, the frequency of nourishing was basically stabilized at once a day, but the amount of magic required each time surged to 5000 mana!

That's a pretty staggering number.

It should be noted that only a top-tier witch's total magic power can surpass the 5000 mana threshold.

Therefore, most witches, when nurturing the Witch Tree, either need to accumulate {energy storage cards} in advance for future use, or they can only accept reality and extend the interval between each nourishment, thus passively prolonging the growth period of the Witch Tree, which often takes several years to wait for the fruit to ripen.

But for Moran, this was not a problem at all.

As a witch of the tenth rank, her magical reserves are as deep as the ocean. The amount she automatically recovers each day is far more than that, and she also receives a constant stream of magical feedback from card magic applications from tens of thousands of worlds.

She never let the Witch Tree go hungry; whenever the Witch Tree needed energy, she immediately provided it.

Ample "nutrition" has led to amazing growth efficiency.

Just ten months and eight days after the witch's tree was planted, the unripe fruit hanging deep in the canopy finally began to turn white.

Moran immediately took a picture and sent it to the "Witch's House" group.

[Moran: My Witch's Fruit seems to be turning white! [Image]]

The message received a response almost immediately.

[Washida: [Picture] Mine too! I just found it this morning!]

[Lilith: [Image] It seems our Witch Trees are all growing at roughly the same rate! Maybe the children really will be born on the same day! It's amazing to think about!]

[Sylph: Judging from the purity of the color and the life force emanating from the fruit... in three days at most, our Witch's Fruit should be fully ripe and enter the 'egg baby' stage.]

As someone who has successfully planted two Witch Trees, given birth to Flora and Tiana, and is herself the inventor of the Witch Tree, Sylph's judgment is undoubtedly the most authoritative.

Moran, Vasita, and Lilith's hearts involuntarily soared, their anticipation reaching its peak, along with a touch of nervousness.

From that day on, they spent more time by their respective witch trees.

Three days felt like an eternity during the anxious wait.

On the morning of the third day, Sylph was the first to send the good news.

[Sylph: [Picture] The Witch's Fruit is ripe, and now it's a real 'egg baby'!] In the picture, a pure white, smooth, and round "egg" lies quietly on a wooden stump.

[Vashida: She didn't roll around everywhere? She seems much more quiet and reserved than Flora and Tiana were back then!]

Lilith: My baby still hasn't shown any signs! I just asked it, and all it gives me are vague messages like "wait a little longer" or "not ready yet," it's driving me crazy!

The messages on the communication bracelet were still popping up, but Moran had no interest in reading or replying to them at the moment.

Because the witch's fruit before her eyes had turned completely white.

All the life force surrounding the Witch Tree quickly converged into the fruit.

Soon the whole tree withered and died.

"Click."

A very faint yet perfectly clear cracking sound rang out.

The stem of the heavy, translucent white fruit, which had absorbed all the essence of life, naturally loosened and fell off.

Moran was prepared and opened her arms wide.

The next moment, her arms sank slightly.

From now on, it is no longer a fruit on a tree, but a real "egg baby" waiting to hatch!

An independent, vibrant little life is peacefully sleeping within it.

Moran's heart pounded. She took a deep breath, suppressed her surging emotions, and gently and steadily embraced the baby egg as she carefully climbed down from the tree.

Under the tree, Zizi had already pushed over a delicate baby stroller.

The car was lined with thick, soft plush cushions, and surrounded by soft, breathable railings. The space in the middle was just the right size to comfortably fit a witch's fruit egg baby.

Moran bent down and gently and carefully placed the egg baby in the center of the stroller's cushion.

The baby egg touched the soft mat and moved slightly in comfort.

Then, Moran reached out and gently covered the warm eggshell with her palm. The alien magic flowed out once more.

As the magic flowed smoothly, the egg baby quickly conveyed a sense of "satisfaction," clearer than any previous feedback.

Moran slowly withdrew her hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why is the little master eating so little again?" Zizi asked curiously, clinging to the side of the stroller and looking at Egg Baby.

It still remembers how the Witch Tree "ate" a lot of magic every day after it grew up!
"It no longer needs to grow roots, branches, and fruit,"

Moran smiled and explained, her gaze gently falling on the baby egg, "Its body has already fully developed in the fruit stage. Now it just needs to gather a little bit of its last bit of strength, adjust its condition, and then... hatch. So the required magic power is actually less."

"So that's how it is!" Zizi nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

At this moment, the moss on the side seemed unable to suppress its curiosity and carefully stretched out the thinnest tip of its vine, which had a small flower blooming at the top, and very gently, like a feather, poked the smooth eggshell.

To everyone's surprise, the little egg seemed to have planned this all along. With that tiny bit of force, it actually "glug"ed and did a clean somersault on the soft cushion!
"!!!" The moss vine froze in shock, the small flower at its tip instantly closing, and with a whoosh, the vine tip retracted into its main body. (End of Chapter)