Solo Farming In The Tower Novels & Stories

=== While some were obvious, others were questionable. "For now, secure the garden, kitchen, swimming pool and rooftops. It is easy to farm points in these areas. Oriole, tell those who would collaborate with us to guard these locations. They can earn points in these places when the eggs spawn, but we only want to harvest a few of the same eggs. The moment you have the eggs, use the egg tray to store them and deliver them directly to the kitchen. I have a use for these eggs." The Gambler looked a little uneasy. "If we let the others farm points, what will happen to us? I don't want to fall in ranking even if I survive."

Ezekiel put one hand behind his back and said proudly, "I never joke around. I want to challenge Holtrien in my country's sacred name, specifically the Martial Tower that's known as the Eastern Arsenal. "Martial Tower was built with 100 floors, representing the pinnacle of Holtrien's martial arts. I may be unworthy, but I want to prove to your entire nation that there's still more beyond 100. Standing on the peak of Martial Tower's 100th floor and trampling everything underfoot? That view must be magnificent."

I asked expectantly. Isabella chuckled. "Of course. You can do everything in this tower except get out... Okay, I'll leave now. By the way, this tower is special. You won't go hungry as long as you are inside this tower. So good luck." I nodded helplessly. Sigh...

The transmission towers were reaching their secondary phase. Up on the high rock above the stream, the first tower stood like a three-legged iron spider, its central antenna pulsing with a bright, violent violet light that cast long, distorted shadows across the gray fog. A circle of five white-suited guards stood around the base, their lances linked together to form an electric perimeter that hissed whenever a snowflake touched the wire.

As of now, they had been just casually hunting monsters on the first floor, but now it was a serious order, so, they will have to begin preparations and constantly grind for items and monsters. Chaos' second plan was to build a large farm! Indeed, they wanted to build a large farm on this desolate planet. But how? It was easy, now that he had the power of the evolved Elder Treant with him, and also the Scarecrows with the Gardening Skill, he will ask his servants to bring all sorts of plants and soil near the swamp (where they grow the most) and plant them here. Water will also be required, but there were some monsters here that could make water out of thin air through magic or skills, so it

To everyone’s surprise, James would just tell them to keep the cores even when Xatia and the others voluntarily surrendered their share. After a seemingly long time, their group finally arrived before a tall, majestic tower made of ice. Those five lady cultivators stared in awe at the shiny, intricately designed megastructure. They could also sense an immense amount of Genesis Aura emanating from the tower. “I believe this is the Bromeliere Tower.” James frowned slightly. “Xachary was really sneaky. He purposely indicated the wrong direction on the map.” Xatia dropped her gaze. “For… Master, the Forladtt Map is used with this.”

He closed the door, but it felt fascinating to see how they grew their own food. What’s more normal than farming your crops on dry land and letting the rain of the earth do its thing? But everything in this pack is liquid. I’m certain that the fertilizer used is all in liquid form. “So this has only been here for generations?” She stuttered while folding her hands and kept her pace close to Alpha Malone. This time, she was standing in between both parties. “Yes, exactly. I don’t have a son yet because I’ve been scared of trying again.” He let it out with his eyes glued to my lady. He should think of other ladies in his pack to try out.

There, amidst the organized chaos, the first tower would rise. “Get ready to pull!” The foreman’s voice boomed, echoing across the bustling square. “One, two…three…pull!” A chorus of grunts and strained breaths answered his call as hundreds of hands gripped the ropes, their combined strength slowly lifting the towering metallic structure off the ground. Roland, his face etched with concentration, guided the workers with practiced precision, ensuring the tower stood true and unwavering. Finally, with a triumphant heave, the first tower reached its zenith, a monument to human ingenuity and collective effort.

exclaimed Zachariah. At that, Zachariah signaled his assistant to wire the money to Darryl, and said sentimentally, “Sigh, It’s been five years that I can’t level up on my cultivation practice. I finally got what I wish for today.” Darryl smiled. He marveled at the interior decor while analyzing the entire layout of the tower. When he saw the fish tank near the stairs, he grimaced. “President Wright, do you usually practice your cultivation here?” asked Darryl.

"All Sirens are mated to ones with power." "Do you need both Towers or just one?" David asked. "Just one for my people, later when it's safe to do so, I can rent out the remaining rooms to elite tourists" Kie replied. "I'll hire someone else to run my actual Towers, just like my dad did back on the other island. I can create matching towers next to your father's here?" David suggested. "That would be perfect," Kie said, watching in awe as David worked his magic. "On Screen!" David demanded.