Other than this, she also helped with Grandma’s plant nursery and potted plants. In the span of a few days, she could already compare the pots she had outside the space and inside it.

For better comparison, she took out the seedling trays she had in her space, placing them side by side with the control tray.

At the ’default setting’, the plants indeed grew much better inside her space. The rate wasn’t exactly the same, some grew three times faster, some even more, and she reckoned it had to do with how she planted them or the situation of the seeds/seedlings themselves.

It also confirmed the difference between her power with that of wood elementalists. Most wood elementalists could control plants and excite their growth so they could be weapons or shields, but they were like blowing bubbles.

If they used their abilities on a potato, that potato was very much like a balloon instead, with the ratio of edibles depending on what it was before the ability was used.

Of course, this balloon was also sturdy enough to damage aliens, though the level of aliens it could damage varied per wood user.

Even if there were a different variant of wood users, they either lived too far away or died early.

While taking her notes, Grandma appeared behind her. Naia was a bit preoccupied, with her mental strength going to and fro the space, so she did not immediately notice her enter.

The old woman stared straight at the plants Naia had been taking care of.

"Wow, you have a green thumb!" Grandma said, though her eyes stayed on the tray that came from the space. "This..."

Naia would explain the difference to her at a later date, but she didn’t want to stress out the old woman too early (there’d be plenty of that when the meteorites come).

"Am I very talented, Grandma?" she asked. The old woman looked at her pretty granddaughter and nodded passively.

"Yay~ I’m so glad I inherited grandma’s talent~" she said, hugging the old woman’s arm in a coquettish manner.

The constant blow of praise drowned all the doubts in the old woman’s head, and she smiled proudly.

...

Naia’s next itinerary was to check out the property that the sperm donor sold her for.

As for why she hadn’t bothered before, she was too busy. Too busy studying to farm, studying her space, studying the world (mostly through pop culture *cough*), training people, monitoring their progress, and serving as a consultant for the webnovel.

She had checked the location through Doogle Earth and there was nothing there. She didn’t think there would be anything in an empty lot that would be useful in the apocalypse.

However, recently, she thought that when the old man was finally sentenced, she could reappear, look like a proper victim who had crawled out of a hellhole—maybe injure herself a little. She would not be treated as a suspect, sue that damned family for some money.

If that plot of land was useful, or if she could figure out what the sperm donor saw in it, she could sell it too for a high price.

Before heading away, she planned to stay with her grandma for another day or two, taking this time to fill up her space with plants as well.

She started from scratch with a few that grandma’s garden didn’t already have, taking some nutrient-rich soil from the farm.

The herbs and leafy plants only needed 20 centimeters deep soil, vegetables 25-40 centimeters, root crops up to 60 centimeters, and shrubs at 60 to 100 centimeters.

In fact, 60 centimeters was the ideal minimum depth for an ecosystem.

She also planned to set an area with a meter-deep soil for small trees in the future. The space’s ceiling height indicated she could definitely take in trees if she was capable of it.

She divided the areas into sectors, so that some areas didn’t have to have so much soil, if all she was planting there were shallow roots.

She did not need to create planters or riprap or any of those things. In her space, everything could stay suspended. Even water. For example, if she threw water to the ’floor’ without anything on it, it would stay there, floating.

It looked very much like how water behaved in space.

This only changed when she added something, like soil, in which case it would behave like how it was on land, like how mass could ’create’ gravity.

She planted some basic plants for now. Her grandma had no lack of seeds, and since she showed interest, grandma gave her free rein, allowing her to use whatever seeds and seed variety she wanted.

One set was the companion plants she learned about. Other than those, she planted lettuce, spinach, basil, chives, and the like for the shallow-rooted area.

She had tomatoes, peppers, cabbage, beans, eggplants, and so on, planted in the standard garden depth area.

The next layer was the root crops like potatoes, carrots, radish, beetroot, turnips, sweet potatoes, and so on.

Finally, there were the blueberry bushes, pomegranate, and so on.

For her future trees, she was curious: Should she buy small trees of fruits from orchards? She didn’t want to plant them from scratch and wait years to see the fruit.

Even with the space’s acceleration effect, that would still take a long time. She’d ask Grandma later about it.

That said, when she saw some wild fruits while getting soil from forests, she also took a few. Just that wild fruits weren’t as tasty as the specifically bred ones.

Still, she knew there were some advantages to wild grown ones. One of which would be their resilience.

She had to get several varieties of a seed (maybe buy the same seeds from other shops when she travelled), so she could reduce the chances of losing everything if one plant got sick. Getting wild ones used the same concept.

She hummed as she dug the soil and watered the plants, happily adding some of her grandma’s special fertilizer here and there.

But at some point, she paused, her dibber stopping midair. She narrowed her eyes when she saw something wiggling underneath the soil.

!!!!

To be honest, her first reaction was to stab at it. It was just an innate hatred for ’ugly’ bugs, thanks to her experience in the apocalypse.

The number of cockroaches and spiders she had murdered in Grandma’s house was staggering.

But then she managed to stop herself, her brain getting back to work a second before she committed another murder.

Curiously, she used the dibber again to overturn that part of the soil, getting a clearer view of what had been wiggling around.

Worms?

She blinked.

"Wait a minute..."

Could her space support live animals now?