Farming Life In Another World Novels & Stories

It would be incredible knowing someone would always be there. "And you Amy, what do you think it would be like? " Leneay asked. Amy sighed before speaking up: "It's probably all cute and loving when you meet but what's the after, huh? Those books you talk about are a century old when we still lived in packs. That's when it was easy: you met them, you married them, and lived happily ever after. But what now? We don't live in packs anymore, would you drop everything to go with the first man that gave you butterflies in the tummy when your eyes caught each other in the mall? Who in their right mind would do that? "

A group of thirty royal knights is stationed on the north side of Locrottum, with half of them protecting the border and the other half distributing food to the soldiers stationed there and people waiting in line for free meals. “We have been without food for a month here, and because this is the north side of our empire, next to the Trogiaion Empire, which is always encircled by cold and snow, the people and some of our warriors here are always hungry and cold. It is also difficult to hunt here, because most of the possible prey are on the other side of this border.” The commander reports while on bended knees, demonstrating respect to the person he's speaking with within the huge tent.

There are roads with empty cars down below the hill that we are hiding behind, but there are no humans, only old brochures getting carried with the wind. I find it scary thinking that nothing new will be created, the magazines you can sometimes find in abandoned places are the last of their kind. A wind blew past one day, bringing the infection, and then the government dropped a bomb and ended the human era. Hybrids and mutated animals are the new rulers of this world, yet I'm struggling to survive and refusing to die. And after I've found Ryan, we are joining the others to search for a place where we can live. Maybe there are mutated animals suited for farm life.

And so, the only option was to flee the country and start living somewhere that is secluded or isolated. The Don Brook family bought a land in somewhere far away and started a farm, in which Mr. Don Brook was used to it. They mainly farmed barley wheat and they were often helped by their neighbours. Soon, he hired some of them as his employees but he would always perform a trade of crops with the other farmers. Truthfully, it was a fun and a healthy community too. It was hard to find a community like that, and they were grateful that they did. They lived in peace inside that community. Away from the dangers of the city and of the Underworld. But even there, they are not safe.

I wasn't faking when I said I could put an end to the famine. It was a problem for which there were already remedies because it had occurred in my previous world. Using a fertilizer that kills all insects and pests while also causing the crops to grow more quickly was the first solution. Artificial fertilizer was not available in this world, though. In its place, things like a century-old tree of vitality or a century-old monster's blood that was used to increase crop growth were available.

“Too clear. Like a trap waiting to spring.” Farmland stretched as far as their enchanted eyes could see. Crops swayed softly in the wind. Chickens strutted freely, cows grazed lazily, a rooster crowed proudly from atop a wooden fence. Pigs wallowed in the mud while a pair of horses trotted playfully near a fenced boundary. Off in the distance, a still pond reflected the darkening sky, flanked by ducks and geese floating serenely. “This place looks like a postcard from Earth,” ReNew said, her voice laced with suspicion. “No Realm architecture. No energy walls. No floating crystal tech. Just… dirt and livestock. Who in the Realm keeps a functioning Earth-style farm?”

They revered the land, respecting its delicate balance, understanding the intricate web of interdependence that sustained their existence. Jay's understanding grew, expanding beyond the merely observational. He began to participate in their daily routines, taking part in the cultivation of the luminous fungi, assisting in the harvesting of bioluminescent fruits, learning to weave the luminous plant fibers. He learned to interpret the subtle changes in the environment, the faintest shifts in the temperature or the humidity, to predict the coming of the subterranean storms and the shifting currents of the underground rivers. He developed a keen sense of his surroundings, becoming attuned to th

Fields appeared on both sides of the road. "Mr. Ortega… Is that wheat?" someone whispered. Marvin adjusted his cracked glasses and leaned forward to look. "It is. Wheat fields…and corn, too. Even greenhouse crops." His voice shook with disbelief. How could large-scale farming exist again? Where were the zombies? How had anyone managed to reclaim this much land in a world crawling with the dead? Didn't they worry about attacks? Then, ahead of them, lights appeared. "Mr. Ortega! Look! There are lights up ahead!" Sydney cried.

I wasn’t supposed to be around them, but here I am walking around them like I’m a pack member. We passed several building, modern buildings might I had before getting to our destination. A huge bush came into my view, no not a bush but a farm. A huge farm with rows and rows of different varieties of crops. “Wow.” I muttered, still staring at the farm with great fascination. It has whatever you need, from fruits to vegetables and herbs, I haven’t seen such a huge farm before. Crescent moon pack doesn’t have this, they don’t even plant their crops themselves, they buy from other packs and there was a time the other packs refused to sell to them and everyone was...... I shook my head to remove

Therefore, he and Lexie gradually became bolder, actively going out to sea to catch various marine creatures, and even enticing low-intelligence demonic beasts into the Immortal Ark. As two years passed, Adrian's small world transformed from a dull void into a thriving place. However, one peculiar observation troubled him deeply. No matter how hard he tried, his small world could only replicate external environments. The plants and herbs he planted would die eventually and the fish and shrimp did not reproduce. This indicated that his small world was merely an illusion. This realization left Adrian perplexed. What was the point of his small world if it could not sustain life and relied solel