Solo Farming In The Tower Chapter 61 Novels & Stories

Staying here could potentially bring disaster again. He believed the best course of action was to proceed to the fourth level. Wilbur then entered the fourth level of the magical tower without further hesitation. With a flash of white light, Wilbur found himself on the fourth level of the magical tower. When he opened his eyes again, he was standing on an endless expanse of grassland, which seemed calm and serene. Just as Wilbur was puzzled by the sight, the ground suddenly began to shake violently. Wilbur noticed a flock of sheep in the distance. They frantically fled in all directions, but as the sheep ran, massive green vines shot up from the ground. Each vine possessed immense strength,

“Barely.” I offered my hand. “Then lean on me.” She took it, her grip weak but determined. Kael returned, eyes grim. “Bombs are set. We’re ready.” “Then let’s give Zerathos something to remember.” We filed out of the tower, our wounded behind us, Ava and I leading the front, our boots crunching over ash and bone. The moment we reached the gate again, I gave the signal. And the tower exploded. Fire and stone rained from the sky, illuminating the darkness like a second sun. A chunk of the tower crashed into the Forge’s battlements, setting off a chain reaction of smaller explosions where we’d left bombs earlier. The top of the forge gave way and we could see the sky.

“You’re playing.” “I don’t even know the rules!” “Exactly — makes it fair.” Seris, Ruby, and Alex gathered at the tower challenge, Phoenix and Lucian already arguing over who was going first. The table glowed faintly beneath their fingers as they began placing stones, the colors pulsing with each perfectly timed placement. “Focus,” Alex warned, watching the twins. Phoenix narrowed his eyes and balanced a glowing red rune on top of a blue. “Ha! Beat that.” Lucian shook his head, carefully placing a yellow stone — which vibrated briefly before stabilizing the tower with a satisfying click.

After a full day of marching through the monotonous and miserable landscape of the Bone Desert, they finally saw it. From behind the last mountain peak, the Obsidian Tower soared to the sky. It was not a building, but a curse frozen in stone. A colossal pillar of jet-black rock whose surface gleamed like wet glass, so tall its pointed peak pierced the purple clouds above. The tower seemed to absorb all light and hope from its surroundings, radiating an oppressive aura thick with pure evil. The aura it emitted alone was enough to make an ordinary cultivator fall to their knees from the spiritual pressure.

It tasted like something between medicine and celebration. Down below, the first Reader’s Bench opened under the archway by the plaza. Cira stood with a ledger and a smile that promised patience. A woman brought a contract for flour. A man brought a letter he’d been afraid to open. A child brought nothing and asked to hear the rules again because the cadence made her less afraid of the dark. The shield held. The vine climbed. The cracks showed—honest, fixable, human. Night settled and the mesh hummed soft. At Tower 5, a lamp burned steady where polished boots had stood. The breeze lifted the green leaf flag and laid it down again, over and over, like a heartbeat practicing trust.

He received 50 sacks of Golden Rice, 20 sacks of Red Beans, and 30 sacks for the other crops. It was ⅕ of the sacks he bought from the village. He then spent all 2,000 gold coins for opening new plots of land and only planted Golden Rice in it. He also started designing where to place all the infrastructure for the future, he also arranged the plots of land for farming. The Barn and House was in the central part while Herbal Medicine will be planted north in the future, Crops in the west, infrastructure in the east. While south was left to build houses for his subordinates and a training camp for them to grow stronger. He then went back to the carriage and had a chat with Ding Bang.

Cracks appeared along the tower walls. The black creature roared in response. The sound shattered more glass. Peanut cried out and covered her ears. The puppies whimpered. Even Cookie looked terrified. Then suddenly— the journal flipped open. Pages flying wildly. Ink appearing rapidly. A new message formed. SAMUEL CANNOT DO THIS ALONE. The room froze. Then another sentence appeared. THE HEIR MUST ENTER THE TOWER. Silence. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Then Thomas looked down. Slowly.

This Left no blind spots for pollution to hide in, the mana usually went towards the nearest one, At sunset, Ari and her parents stood on a balcony at the top of the magic tower. Her papa had just turned on his new magic tower system and she could see snow falling down and covering the forests and grasslands below. Cheers burst out on the lower floors of the magic tower. The recruits were looking out the mana glass windows at the falling snowflakes with excitement in their eyes. They were all proud of what they accomplished, reinforcing their excitement in being a part of something bigger than themselves.

Rewards: Guardian statues 6x, Life-saving talisman 2x, Slaughter array ingredients 3x 'Hmm, the woman will learn the Slaughter Array. She is more ruthless. The husband will be in charge of the Guardian Statues.' Ren thought about the area distance and knew it would turn into a kill zone in the future. Especially with the other farms slowly gathering the same problem. 'I need to train a few in this area. But right now, it will be fine.'

The flowers sagged like forgotten promises. Jolene stood alone at the altar, fists clenched at her sides. Her mother approached. “We can recover. Spin it. Blame her again.” Jolene’s lips curled. “I’m tired of pretending.” “Then fight,” her mother hissed. “Take back what’s yours.” Jolene’s eyes darkened. --- Far beyond the borders, Allan reached the old watchtower and paused. Rain poured off the roof. He slid from the saddle, pulling the parchment from his cloak.