He lingered for a mont longer, staring at the tilled soil as if he could already see trees sprouting, branches heavy with glowing apples or shimring berries. His pulse quickened. Today he was going to the market and searching for fruit seeds he could afford.
He lingered for a mont longer, staring at the tilled soil as if he could already see trees sprouting, branches heavy with glowing apples or shimring berries. His pulse quickened. Today he was going to the market and searching for fruit seeds he could afford.
"Alright," Rowen said firmly, brushing the dirt from his hands. "This empty patch will be for fruits.
Satisfied, Rowen picked up the baskets full of mature tomatoes and potatoes; he carefully
"Alright," Rowen said firmly, brushing the dirt from his hands. "This empty patch will be for separated the rare ones into another basket.
By the ti he was done, the floor of the shed looked more like a small marketplace than a farm storage. Four baskets brimd with plump, shiny tomatoes and firm potatoes—their glow faint but noticeable, the sa common grade as before. Next to them, two smaller baskets held the rarer harvest. The vegetables inside almost pulsed with vitality, their colors deeper and richer, their skins flawless.
"Let’s go," he said at last.
The portal shimred open at his command, and Rowen stepped through.
Outside, morning sunlight greeted him. He hauled the baskets one by one from the portal space and set them carefully on the ground behind the shop. By the ti he finished, sweat dotted his brow, but a sense of accomplishnt filled his chest.
It was around 8:00 a.m. He still had work to do before opening the store, so Rowen turned toward the backyard.
The small plot of land behind the shop was where his grandfather had once grown herbs, though in recent years weeds had overtaken the soil. With determined movents, Rowen rolled up his sleeves and began clearing it. He pulled stubborn weeds from the ground, shook the dirt off their roots, and tossed them aside. The scent of fresh soil rose into the air, stirring a faint nostalgia. He could almost see his grandfather’s bent figure tending to the sa spot, humming under his breath.
Once the ground was cleared, Rowen fetched the simple farming tools that had belonged to his grandfather. The wooden handles were worn smooth from years of use, but they still held strong. He dug shallow rows, then carefully planted the tomato and potato seeds he had saved from the harvest.
As he worked, he activated his newly acquired Farr Skill. A faint green glow spread across his hands and seeped into the soil. Unlike the flashy fireballs or sword auras of other awakened paths, a farr’s skill was quiet. It didn’t destroy or defend—it nurtured. But Rowen felt its worth imdiately as the soil seed to drink in the energy, becoming richer and looser. The seeds responded too, giving off a tiny flicker of life force that reassured him they were settling well.
Farrs didn’t have the combat firepower of knights or mages, but their ability to hasten crop growth and increase yields could support an entire community.
By the ti he finished, it was already 9:00 a.m. He was later than usual. Normally, the shop would have been open by now, but the satisfaction of reclaiming the backyard outweighed the lost minutes.
Rowen dusted off his hands and returned inside. He carried the baskets of vegetables into the shop and arranged them neatly on the wooden shelves. The vibrant colors of the produce imdiately brightened the small space, transforming the modest shop into sothing far more inviting.
Next, he prepared a small signboard for the new batch. With a piece of chalk, he carefully wrote:
Rare Tomatoes & Potatoes – 2 Low-Grade Mana Stones for 3 pieces. Common : Tomatoes & Potatoes – 1 Low-Grade Mana Stone for 3 pieces.
He placed the sign prominently beside the rare baskets. The price increase was bold, but given the quality, he was confident they would still sell.
Just as he was about to flip the wooden plank on the door to "Open," Rowen glanced outside through the front window. His breath caught.
A line of people stretched out in front of the shop. Dozens of them.
Students in their academy uniforms were clustered together, chatting excitedly. So carried small pouches of mana stones at their waists, clearly ready to buy. Among them were a handful of elderly townsfolk, so holding the hands of younger children who craned their necks to peek toward the shop.
Rowen blinked, stunned. He had expected a few curious custors after word of his crops had spread, but this... this was sothing else entirely.
His hand froze on the door handle, and for a mont, he simply stared at the unexpected crowd.
"...What in the world?" He muttered under his breath.
Rowen paused behind the door, hand still on the latch. The sound outside was louder than he expected.
"Why isn’t this damn shop open yet?" One male student grumbled.
"Patience. It’s still early," another voice replied.
"Easy for you to say," the first snapped back. "If we’re late again, everything will be gone."
The chatter rose and fell like waves. So muttered complaints under their breath, while others stood quietly, trying not to lose their place in line.
Rowen’s eyes drifted to the group of students near the front. He recognized a few faces from yesterday—the sa ones who had left empty-handed when the baskets had run dry. Their eyes were ringed with dark circles, proof they hadn’t slept much, but their posture was alert and tense, as if ready to sprint forward the mont the door cracked open. The eagerness on their faces was plain; it made Rowen’s chest tighten with a mix of pride and unease.
He hadn’t expected this.
Rowen drew a slow breath, steadying himself, and pulled the door open.
The crowd surged forward a step, chatter breaking into excitent as dozens of eyes fixed on the baskets stacked inside. Students, elderly folk, and townspeople alike craned their necks, trying to get the first look at the rare vegetables displayed neatly on the shelves.
"Finally!" soone exclaid.
"Look, those must be the new ones—rare quality!" another pointed.
Rowen forced a polite smile as he stepped back to give them space. The morning sun spilled into the shop, lighting up the faint glow of the tomatoes and potatoes. Their shine seed to draw people in like moths to a fla.
But as he watched the line push closer, Rowen started to think. Yesterday’s harvest had been enough to make a splash, but today the crowd had doubled, maybe even tripled. His stock, no matter how neatly organized, suddenly looked small compared to the demand pressing at his doorway.
Rowen walked out of the room with steady steps, leaving the panicked guide behind. His thoughts, however, were far from steady. The crystal had declared that he was compatible with a mage. Yet his panel in the portal space had clearly shown a Farr path. The contradiction gnawed at him until he finally gave in.
Inside the quiet of his inner space, Rowen called softly, Fern.
The familiar glow stirred within the lush greenery, and Fern’s form slowly erged from the vines. "You look troubled, Rowen."
He frowned. "The crystal said I was compatible with a mage path. It didn’t even acknowledge the Farr path. I don’t understand what’s happening. Am I one or the other?"
Fern tilted his head, eyes warm with patience. "You are both and neither, in the way the crystal understands."
Rowen blinked. "Explain."
"When you absorbed the void-tier mana stone, you awakened ," Fern said gently. "I am the Spirit of Growth, bound to you. Because of that bond, you inherited the Farr path through . The Federation’s crystal wasn’t designed to recognize a spirit’s influence; it only asures innate potential. To it, you appear purely Mage."
Rowen’s brow furrowed deeper. "So the farr path... isn’t really mine?"
"Oh, it is," Fern assured, his voice calm but firm. "Through , you cultivate growth, crops, and vitality itself. That is your farr path. But when your inner space upgraded, you also gained access to a mana tactic. That made you capable of absorbing mana directly. That is what the crystal sensed the mark of a mage. The mont you absorbed that void stone, Rowen... that was your true awakening."
Rowen crossed his arms, exhaling slowly. Pieces began to fall into place, though questions remained. "So, to the outside world, I’m just a Mage. But in truth, I walk both paths."
Fern smiled faintly. "Yes. And that truth is sothing only you and I must understand for now."
Rowen decided it was ti to visit the Mage Path guidance room. The line of people waiting was long, filled with students, hunters, and a few other awakened individuals. He waited patiently, keeping his focus on the goal: discovering which elent he was compatible with.
Finally, after so ti, his turn arrived.
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