What's wrong with me, a mage, loving to farm?

Chapter 77. Four-Leaf Clover: I Sacrifice Myself for the Potato! (Seeking First Subscription)

Two days later.

Kroya was in his laboratory.

He had already buried the thick-soiled potatoes in the soil, and provided ample fertilizer and water, but the magic supply kept decreasing.

It decreases every hour.

Well, anyway, with the Woody Vine King, an experimental assistant who doesn't need to sleep at all, here to help, and can also record the magic power and variables, there's something for everyone.

It's not his problem that's troublesome.

The high yield of the yam was originally based on the supply of magic, but now that the magic is gone, the fruits hanging on its roots have become shriveled.

After observing this, Kroya began to frequently influence it with his mind, suggesting that it abandon the extra fruits and just take care of the remaining ones.

However, the results were not very good.

Its leaves began to wither, supplying all its growth magic to the fruit at the roots, much like a mother who, though withered, still feeds her child.

But this is a vicious cycle. It can't even grow on its own and absorb enough light and nutrients, so how can it possibly take care of so many fruits?

It started to fester within half a day.

The leaves were dull and lifeless, and foul-smelling sores appeared on the vines.

He was about to die.

After it dies, the fruits will certainly not survive either. Undeveloped and unable to see the light, they can only rot in the soil.

Kroya fell silent upon witnessing this scene.

He knew that his experiments over the past two days had failed, so he sighed softly and didn't continue to fuss over the yam plant.

"Plug in the magic supply."

Such kindness is truly my deepest gratitude.

(End of this chapter)