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... hadn't felt since discovering soap existed in this world. He chugged a mug of weak herbal tea and stared at his fields like a man about to go to war.
Lira floated beside him, scanning the crops with her glowing blue eyes. "Moisture levels optimal. Growth status: acceptable. Owner stress levels: alarming."
"Yeah, well, welcome to pre-competition anxiety."
He spent the entire day laying down mulch, tweaking compost ratios, and using exactly zero of the weird biotech tools L ...
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