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Chapter 471

Day 106 – Nighttime, the Theocracy, Streets

A figure in a jet-black cloak cast a faint solitary silhouette in the darkness of night. Countless tentacles speared into the earth as if to skewer the world itself, gouging and churning the ground without mercy. Yes, that’s right. Potatoes were being planted. Why is it that planting potatoes could look so utterly evil?

In a field stripped bare of crops and ravaged, seed potatoes were planted as emergency rations. Vibration magic shattered stones and tilled the soil to its depths; Magic Hands leveled the ground smooth; Magic Threads mowed weeds one after another, mixing them into the soil… it was like some nightmare vision that haunts you in the middle of the night. There was nothing remotely peaceful or pastoral about this scene of farm work.

Then, pressing his hands to the earth, alchemy infused the land with mana, transmuting it further. Grass and