Rylan stood in the middle of his farmland, hands on his hips, staring at the rows of crops like a general inspecting soldiers.
"…You grew two centimeters overnight," he muttered.
The plants did not answer.
But they definitely wiggled a little.
Rylan nodded seriously.
"Good. Keep it up."
He didn't notice that every leaf turned slightly toward him like fans cheering for their idol.
He picked up his hoe and began loosening the soil. Each strike was gentle and precise—like he was tapping on an eggshell but somehow still getting perfect results.
As he worked, he talked to his crops as if they were friends.
"You're looking strong today."
"You need more water."
"Don't fight the weeds, I'll handle it."
If anyone saw him, they would think he was lonely.
But the crops?
They were having the time of their life.
A soft breeze passed through the field, and the plants rustled together like they were whispering:
"He's here! The chosen one!"
Rylan didn't hear any of that.
He wiped some sweat off his forehead and moved on.
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The Watering Episode
Rylan filled his wooden bucket at the stream, humming quietly.
The moment he stepped back into the field, the crops gently straightened themselves like kids pretending they weren't misbehaving.
He started watering, and the funniest thing happened:
No matter how he tilted the bucket…
No matter how the wind blew…
Every single drop landed EXACTLY where it should.
To Rylan, this was normal.
To the universe?
It was cheating.
He knelt down, sniffed the soil, and smiled.
"Perfect moisture level."
The soil sparkled faintly.
It was blushing.
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The Animal Guests
While Rylan worked, small animals approached the field—
a rabbit, a squirrel, a couple of birds.
They watched respectfully from the edges like students observing a master class.
One little bird hopped closer, curious.
Rylan held out a grain for it.
"Here. Don't peck the crops, okay?"
The bird puffed up its chest proudly, like it wanted to salute.
But the moment it glanced behind Rylan…
It saw the same terrifying black silhouette monsters see—
the giant shadow of "Death."
The bird froze mid-hop.
Its tiny soul nearly left its body.
Rylan blinked.
"…Are you okay?"
The bird nodded violently, trembling, and then slowly, respectfully, waddled away as if saying:
"Forgive me, Great One. I shall not offend your field."
Rylan tilted his head.
"…Weird bird."
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The Accident
Rylan was fixing a broken fence when his foot hit a rock.
He stumbled.
"What the—"
He tripped.
The fence leaned forward.
A bucket rolled.
A rake popped into the air.
It looked like a disaster about to happen.
Then…
LUCK ACTIVATED.
The rake spun perfectly and landed standing upright.
The bucket rolled onto a tiny dip in the ground and stopped exactly before hitting a seedling.
The leaning fence piece tilted back into place, fitting perfectly into its slot like he planned it.
Rylan stood there, blinking.
"…Nice."
He had no idea his luck just saved half the field.
Animals watching from the trees nearly fainted.
Even the crops rustled in awe.
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A Sweet Moment
Finally done, Rylan sat on his usual spot—an old wooden stump—pulling out a simple snack: warm bread and a fresh tomato from his field.
He took a bite.
Juice dripped.
He smiled.
"…Grandpa would've liked this."
The wind passed by softly, like a gentle answer.
He hugged his knees for a moment, not sad… just peaceful.
Soft sunlight touched the field.
The crops swayed slowly, like they were trying to comfort him.
Rylan chuckled.
"All of you… don't grow too fast, okay? I can only harvest so much."
The plants rustled a little louder, like they were laughing with him.
Far above, the God of Everything watched the scene, smiling.
"Aww… this is why he's my favorite."
He flicked a divine seed downward, but Rylan didn't notice.
Something unusual was about to grow.
But for now…
The boy just finished his snack, stretched out his hands, and whispered:
"Let's have another good day."
The field shined faintly in agreement.