Chapter 149: Farming equipment

Atlan held the rusting handle of the scythe. It fit well on his hands and he didn't have to exert any extra effort trying to keep a grip on this strange farming equipment.He looked at the blade of the scythe and was surprised at how light it was despite it being almost as long as the handle itself.

It wasn't too heavy nor was it too light. It was just perfect.

He swung and felt it cleave through the air with little to no resistance. If the handle was made out of better materials and its blade was a little sharper, he felt like it could have cleaved through the horde of Pseudo Canzers like they were cheese.

It would have been perfect. The problem with the Pseudo Canzers from the incident before was that there were too many for them to deal with. They were weak, but there were too many of them.

This scythe would have been the perfect weapon.

This was the first time he'd ever wielded this equipment, but it felt completely natural in his hands. He found it extremely strange that he had such a strong affinity for this farming equipment.

Focus. I need to get rid of the grass surrounding the Chronobloom.

Atlan took his focus away from the strange equipment and looked at the grass growing on the edges of the walls. They were much more numerous than before.

Your next journey awaits at M-V-L

He walked over to the first batch of the green weeds and swung his scythe, creating a crescent shape that plowed through the grass, uprooting them from the shallow ground.

[You have killed a simple creature: Invasive Weeds] x24

[Due to your Trait, your experience has multiplied by 10]

[You have gained 720 experience]

He looked at the scythe with satisfaction. He didn't know why, but carving through a large group of living beings with the scythe felt comfortable. He didn't know why this scythe was considered only as farming equipment when it looked like it would fare well with fighting Canzers.

With a sword, he'd have to perform multiple slashes and practice movement arts to defeat multiple enemies. With a spear, he'd be limited on the amount of thrusts he could produce to kill lots of Pseudo Canzers.

But with a scythe like this, he'd have no trouble fighting multiple enemies at once. It could also be used to fight a single tough enemy like that colossal Specialist Canzer.

With each swing of his scythe, hundreds of blades of grass were minced into mere particles. Atlan's speedy but heavy swings were enough to take out the grassroots and prevent them from spreading any further.

It didn't take long before Atlan completely got rid of the grass in the greenhouse.

The Chronobloom was safe and sound.

The minced grass blades were soon absorbed into the soil and were used to nourish the Chronobloom's massive nutrient intakes.

[You have killed a simple creature: Invasive Weeds] x89

[Due to your Trait, your experience has multiplied by 10]

[You have gained 2670 experience]

There were no more grass blades to kill, but Atlan couldn't seem to let go of the scythe in his hands. It felt too natural in his palms to simply use it only once.

If he was given a chance, he would rather choose a scythe as his main weapon.

However, he was a porter. He wasn't supposed to carry a big weapon like the scythe. His only job was to carry the construct and nothing else. They'd think that carrying such a big weapon would only take away from his ability to carry the construct through the Remedium's dangerous terrain.

Maybe I can ask Custodire to make me a scythe…

If other people heard his thoughts, they would reprimand him for his shamelessness.

Custodire was no simple blacksmith. She was one of the premier dwarfs that carried an indirect lineage to the Masamune family.

She was also a Specialist Operator! Her main job was to create weapons for Specialist Vanguards. She didn't have the time to create Student level weapons.

But even so, Atlan felt like she would be more than happy to make him a new weapon.

For now, I guess this scythe will remain as a farming tool.

Atlan returned the scythe to the top of the locker.

Now that there wasn't any pressing concern for the Chronobloom, Atlan finally had the time to look at the notebook stored in the locker.

From what he saw earlier, it seemed to be written by someone who took care of the Chronobloom with passion and care. If it weren't for their warnings, Atlan wouldn't have known to get rid of the grass invading the greenhouse.

He opened up the 'diary' and looked at the first entry.

<First day

My dream came true. I'm now the proud caretaker of the legendary Chronobloom. Thank you, Geminus.

Most people think that a Chronobloom is only good as an ingredient to create SoulTime glasses, but I think that they are overlooking its obvious beauty. It's the most beautiful flower I've seen, and it's not even bloomed yet. I'll have to take care of it properly to see that day.

I made sure that the invasive grass was taken care of. They won't be spawning for the next two days, which is good…>

The diary entry continued to list out what the 'caretaker' did to keep the Chronobloom at its peak state. They made sure to keep the moisture in the room at a high level, but not too high. The stem could get too wet and the main body could plop down on the ground.

Geminus didn't write this. Someone else did.

Atlan thought that he was the only one in the Garden Club, but it seemed that there was someone else too. Who could it be?

He continued to parse through the diary detailing the daily maintenance for the Chronobloom. Sёarᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

This is very detailed, Atlan thought.

He looked at the date on the notebook and noticed that the oldest entry was only a month ago and the earliest one was only three days ago.

Atlan picked up a pen and wrote on the blank page next to the latest entry.

<Greetings! I made sure to uproot the grass as you said. Thanks for the advice. I wouldn't have known what to do if it weren't for your entries. I had fun reading them>