Only then did Tyler notice the faint golden letters hovering before his eyes.

[ Gained 5 EXP ]

[ Gained 5 EXP ]

"...Hmm."

Tyler frowned slightly and began doing some quick calculations in his head.

Skill: DNA Fertilizer.

"It’s definitely working," he muttered.

His gaze slowly shifted toward Chole, who was still lying there, breathing a little heavily after their intense battle.

’As Chole squeezes out my DNA,’ Tyler realized, ’her Lactation skill activates again.’

Tyler’s eyes widened.

"So that’s how it works..."

Farming wasn’t just about planting crops. Rearing livestock counted too cows, sheep, anything related to production. And Chole, as a cow-type demi-human, was basically seen as living livestock.

Which meant—

"My DNA Fertilizer skill works on this too."

Tyler grinned.

"Hahaha... another way to farm EXP and get milk."

Serena glanced at him.

Tyler coughed. "I meant efficiently."

Just like that, four days passed.

They didn’t rush anything. Farming during the day and exp farming again during evening in the middle of the field. Then they rested at night in the pocket dimension for safety.

And Tyler’s status changed dramatically.

---

Name: Richard \ Tyler White

Age: 19

Species: Human

Occupation: Level 2 Farmer

Skill: DNA Fertilizer

Familiar: Serena (A Healthy Cat)

MP: 234 / 500

Strength: 489 / 500

Stamina: 300 / 500

Vitality: 500

Speed: 500

EXP: 20,000

Points: 0

---

Tyler stared at the numbers for a long moment.

Then he nodded in satisfaction. He pulled out himself from Chole’s hole who was lying on the ground with heavy breathing.

"...Yeah. This is good."

He walked toward the house though calling it a house was still a stretch. Because even having seggs with Chole was done in the field. He was kind of addicted to outdoor intercourse.

Inside, Kristina was sitting on the floor, shoulders slumped, clearly exhausted. Her lower half is almost exposed and there is a puddle of water.

Tyler took one look and immediately understood. She was peaking at him and her mother and masturbating herself.

"...Looks like I should’ve helped her too," he muttered to himself. "Chole wouldn’t even mind."

He shook his head quickly, "Nope... I should just ask them both permission, after that it’s oyakodon."

Grabbing a towel, he stepped back outside.

"Hahaha... this is life," Tyler laughed lightly.

Outside, Chole was lying in the mud with a strangely disappointed expression on her face.

Tyler’s smile faded immediately.

"What happened?" he asked, genuinely worried.

He knelt down and gently wiped the dust and mud off her breast. Tyler was doing her from her back while holding her tail. Because of that Chole’s body is full of dirt.

Chole hesitated, then spoke softly.

"Nothing bad... I just realized something." She looked away slightly. "It seems like... I absorb your DNA thing almost immediately after it enters me."

Tyler paused.

"...And?"

Chole shrugged. "I don’t think I can get pregnant."

Tyler froze.

"Oh."

A beat passed.

Then he let out a long breath of relief.

Oh thank god.

’I completely forgot about that,’ Tyler thought. ’Good thing my skill prevents it.’

In the Boundless World, cultivators could control their bodies to prevent pregnancy, but there is nothing like that here. If his skill hadn’t handled it automatically, things could’ve gone very wrong very fast.

’Note to myself’, he thought seriously, ’don’t bang anyone when my MP is too low.’

Tyler cleared his throat and spoke firmly. And slapped her butt.

"Don’t even think about getting pregnant."

Chole blinked, then stuck her tongue out playfully.

"Moo~" Chole quickly knelt before Tyler and opened her mouth.

Tyler sighed and stood up and moved his ’thing’ into her mouth.

"I shouldn’t bang Kristina until she awakens her Lactation skills. Things will go wrong if she became pregnant." Tyler muttered while holding Chole’s head.

Chole twitched because between her legs, there are some Tyler’s DNA that didn’t enter fully and flowing outside. Serena eyes were like prey looking at those liquid. She also looked at the long thing in Chole’s mouth.

---

The very next day, the forest felt unusually restless.

The river that normally flowed gently now carried faint ripples, disturbed by footsteps approaching from upstream. Ten figures emerged from between the trees—men with hardened expressions, gripping spears and axes worn smooth by years of use. Their clothes were rough, patched together from leather and cloth, the unmistakable attire of forest villagers who lived by hunting and woodcutting.

They moved carefully, scanning their surroundings.

Ahead of them, hidden behind tall rocks and uneven terrain, lay the small field and the wooden house Tyler and the others had built with their own hands.

Before any of them noticed the danger, a flash of orange darted through the grass.

Serena froze atop a rock, golden eyes narrowing as she saw the group approaching. The pearl tied around her neck glimmered faintly in the sunlight. Her tail puffed up, instincts screaming danger.

Without hesitation, she turned and bolted.

Her paws barely touched the ground as she raced back toward the house, weaving between trees and leaping over roots. She burst into the field, meowing urgently.

The villagers finally reached the clearing.

One of them pushed aside the branches and stopped.

"We found it," he said grimly. "This is should be the place."

"It’s the same fruits and vegetables."

Another man stepped forward, gaze sweeping across the tilled soil, the wooden house, the tools left behind. His jaw clenched.

"Destroy it."

No further explanation was given.

They moved like a swarm.

Boots stomped down onto the field, crushing young plants and tearing through carefully arranged rows. Spears were driven into the soil, ripping apart what little life had begun to grow. Axes came down hard, splintering wooden posts and shattering walls.

The house groaned as it was torn apart piece by piece. Someone poured oil over the remains.

Flames rose into the air, crackling hungrily as smoke curled toward the canopy above. All of them destroyed it like they had vengeance to payback.

They searched the area thoroughly behind trees, near the riverbank, inside the ruins of the house but found no sign of people.

Only one man saw an orange cat running away.

"I swear," he muttered, pointing toward the forest, "I saw an orange cat. It had a pearl tied around its neck. It ran that way."

The others burst into laughter.

"A cat? In the forest?"

"You sure you’re not drunk already?"

"Pearls on cats now? What’s next, talking trees?"

The man flushed, lowering his head. No one believed him.

Satisfied that the place had been erased, they eventually turned back, leaving behind scorched earth and broken wood.

Inside the pocket dimension, the atmosphere was heavy.

The space shimmered softly, but no one felt at ease.

"I wonder who they were..." Tyler said quietly, breaking the silence.

"They’re villagers from deeper in the forest," Kristina replied, her voice trembling. " But I don’t know why they would do something like this."

She looked down, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Our farm... our house..."

She clenched her fists, shoulders shaking.

Tyler stepped forward and gently placed his hand on her head. "It’s okay," he said softly. "We can build another one."

Kristina nodded weakly, but the pain didn’t disappear.

The house hadn’t just been shelter. it had been proof that they belonged somewhere. As for chole she is drifting in the pocket dimension pearl naked. Tyler is also naked, they were both busy before this.

As for the attack, Tyler wasn’t angry. He was more confused.

He has a feeling that this wasn’t random violence. There must be a reason.

He stepped out of the pocket dimension alone, scanning the area. Serena already brought them to safer place.

"Serena," he said, kneeling. "Tell me what you heard."

The cat hopped down from his shoulder and padded toward a patch of damp mud near the riverbank. She dipped her paw into it and began scratching letters into the ground.

Even as a cat her handwriting was good.

Tyler watched closely.

It took time.

He frowned. Then blinked.

Then his mouth twitched.

"So that’s it..." he muttered.

A few days ago, he had unknowingly caused the problem. He was the reason for this disaster.

Rotten Fruits that he thrown in the river had drifted down the river. They carried rich energy, because of his skills, which are far denser than normal forest produce.

Those fruits had reached a nearby village. And it attracted many monsters.

Creatures drawn to the unnatural concentration of energy had followed the river, attacking the village and forcing the people to fight for survival. In their fear and anger, the villagers assumed it was sabotage, another settlement trying to harm them.

So they followed the river upstream.

Straight to Tyler. Understanding hit him like a weight.

"This is my fault," Tyler mouth twitched again.

"I didn’t think about where the fruits would go," he said.

He exhaled slowly.

There is No anger Nor resentment.

Just responsibility. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Tyler reached down, lifted Serena into his arms.

"We’re leaving," he said.

This place was no longer safe for them, or for others.

Tyler looked one last time at the burned land, then turned away.

He didn’t know where they would go next.

But this time, he would be more careful.

And he would make sure he won’t attract more troubles.

With that resolve, he stepped forward toward the dense forests.