[You have been bound by the Soul Sync Farming Space System. A soul-bound dual cultivation interface designed to evolve in harmony. Your farming space has been activated. Progress is determined by cooperation, growth, and survival. Your first mission will start now... Initiating mission task.]
"What do you an? Why is soone else living here? Where are we?..." Laurel bombarded, but the mont her gaze t Ling Xuan’s, she shut her mouth.
[You are in your farming space, and the other host is your soul counterpart.]
Soul counterpart? Laurel had seen many talented humans with a system that gave them the upper hand during the apocalypse.
Although she was happy that she had finally gotten a system, she had never heard of a system like this.
[Hosts, you will earn points for every plant you grow. The points can be used to upgrade the land fertility, create water channels, buy fertilizers and pesticides, buy farming tractors, upgrade the storage room for your crops, and so on... And the more you pass your missions the higher the chances of cultivating more advanced crops and livestock.
To help you with your mission you will get a system manual on how to farm a land, a hoe, a shovel, a 30L water drum, an empty seed pouch, and a harvest sickle.
You get fifteen points as the newest soul sync farrs... in centuries. Hosts, missions are serializing, give a mont.]
Ling Xuan clicked her tongue in annoyance. "So this is what all of this is about? I thought it would be a fighting mission. I’ll pass."
Laurel was baffled. "Fine, I can just do it myself, but don’t think I’ll let you benefit from it."
"Really?" Ling Xuan drawled. "I don’t think there will be anything wrong if one of us happens to die." Ling Xuan unsheathed her blade swiftly and pointed it at Laurel.
Laurel’s heart skittered in her chest in fear. She just got reborn a few minutes ago and she was about to die again?
"You think you can kill ..." Laurel’s words were cut off mid sentence as the cold blade pressed against her throat, cutting through her skin, and blood tricked down her neck staining the blade red.
"... You won’t be able to survive without ... I can farm, you don’t need to do anything... don’t kill ... please." Laurel said in panic, her heart racing against ti.
"Now we are talking." Ling Xuan said nonchalantly but her eyes were still boring holes through her.
[Warning: Hosts synchronisation falling below 50%. Conflict detected.]
[Soul Sync stability at risk... Resolution required.]
Laurel smiled nervously. "You see I told you... You need . Why don’t you be a darling and remove the blade from my neck?" Her voice turned into a plea.
[As dual hosts of the Soul Sync Farming Space System, cooperation is mandatory for sustained operation. Excessive conflict may result in a temporary lockout or penalty.]
"You are threatening us now... I don’t do well with threats." Ling Xuan scoffed.
[To clarify my statent. This is not a threat, it is a structural requirent.]
[Synchronization has dropped to 38%. Farming functions temporarily suspended.]
"What does that an?" Laurel asked, her voice high-pitched with panic, the blade on her neck didn’t make her talk freely as she wanted.
[The land will not respond. Tools will remain inactive. No crops can grow until the sync level rises above 50%.]
"You shut the whole place down?" Ling Xuan’s tone sharpened.
[The system is designed to reflect the state of its users, unbalanced energy leads to unbalanced growth.]
Ling Xuan’s expression darkened. "So if I kill her, do I get another partner?"
[If one host dies, the system deactivates permanently. You both die in the space. There are no replacents.]
The blade slowly dropped from Laurel’s neck.
"So we’re stuck with each other." Ling Xuan clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Great."
Laurel backed away cautiously, her hands trembling. "Can’t we just try working together... just enough to make the space work?" she asked sheepishly, her hand covering the little wound on her neck.
[The system rewards cooperation. The more balanced your efforts, the higher the output. The greater the bond, the faster the evolution.]
Ling Xuan muttered under her breath and finally turned around. "Tch. Whatever, let’s just get this over with."
[Synchronization slowly rising... 42%. Farming tools are reactivating partially. Water access restored.]
Laurel swallowed, still watching Ling Xuan like she was a ticking bomb. "That’s... sothing."
[A reminder: This space can beco a haven or a battlefield. That depends on you, until your synchronization rises above 50% you won’t hear from .]
With that, the system disappeared.
Laurel stared at the empty space, then looked at Ling Xuan. "So... truce?"
Ling Xuan didn’t answer. She only glared coldly at her like she wanted to skin her alive.
Before the conversation could continue, a loud knock ca from the outside world.
When Laurel opened her eyes, she noticed she was lying on the ground. Her hands move to her neck in panic. She grimaced from the pain but was surprised there was no blood on her hand.
Her fingers clutched tightly around the necklace, and her chest rose up and down in panic. ’What the hell just happened?’ she would have said it was a dream if she wasn’t feeling the pain on her neck.
Knock. Knock.
Laurel turned to the door. She stood, straightening her hair and her dress. She opened the door, plastering a faint smile on her face.
Her smile fell from her lips woefully the mont her eyes landed on her husband. Alexander Wayne. His hair was sleeked back, and his dark brown eyes stared coldly at her.
His jaws clenched as his gaze swept over her. "You are still not ready?" His voice dripped with irritation, as he glanced at his wrist watch. "Do you know what the ti is?"
Laurel forcefully swallowed the lump in her throat. "I’ll get ready now." She proceeded to lock the door.
But Alexander held the door open. "Don’t ss this up for . Since you have fought your way up this high, you should keep up with your performance." He cast a disdainful glance at her before he shut the door in her face.
How could she forget how she had gotten married to him? A marriage from a one-night stand.
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