Wizard Starts Farming With Mini Skeletons

After being squeezed in the crowd of mages and knights for what felt like forever, Clayton finally managed to move freely once they entered the farming zone.

This wasn't due to anything special—everyone had simply started to spread out, busy harvesting whatever crops they could find. Seeing that, Clayton wasn't about to miss out and quickly joined in.

A wide variety of strange plants grew in the area, all of them looking exceptionally well-maintained—almost as if the land belonged to a master farmer. Upon closer inspection, the layout and agricultural methods used here were extremely advanced and could easily be worth studying in detail.

But Clayton had no time for that. He was too busy yanking herbs out of the ground. Caught up in the frenzied atmosphere, he rushed along with the others, matching their desperation.

Though he had a magical tool that could identify plant types, he didn't even bother using it.

While fervently collecting herbs, someone suddenly reached for the same plant he was grabbing. Clayton scowled at the person, glaring hard.

Instead of apologizing, the man sneered.

"What's the problem? Something wrong?" he asked insolently.

Clayton let out a sharp breath. He really wanted to teach the guy a lesson, but with everyone scrambling around like lunatics, he didn't want to waste time.

With a cold expression, he released the herb and stepped back.

The man smirked, assuming he'd intimidated Clayton. He clearly thought Clayton was scared.

But Clayton didn't care. He went back to gathering herbs.

Unfortunately, it wasn't long before the same guy started messing with him again.

Grinding his teeth, Clayton tried moving to another spot—but once more, the guy interfered.

"Are you serious? What are you, a child? Just because I've been quiet doesn't mean you can walk all over me!" Clayton snapped.

The man scoffed. "So what?"

That was it. Clayton's patience finally snapped. A dense magical aura flared up around him, ready to erupt.

People nearby took notice, pausing to watch the fight unfold.

Clayton suddenly felt uncomfortable. He wanted to put the guy in his place, but he didn't enjoy killing people in public.

The man only grew bolder, mistaking Clayton's hesitation for fear. He sneered again, trying to assert dominance.

But then Clayton paused. That sneer sparked a memory. Taking a deep breath, he suppressed his magic and turned away.

The crowd, hoping for a fight, was left disappointed. The man—Darlik—laughed triumphantly, thinking he had won.

Darlik didn't come from a noble family, but his parents were wealthy and spoiled him rotten. He'd passed every Dungeon exam only because his father had paid strong groups to let him tag along.

Hard work was foreign to him. Not long ago, he'd tried harvesting herbs himself but ended up ruining everything. That's when he came up with a twisted strategy: steal herbs from people who looked weak or too polite to fight back.

It was the perfect plan—he got what he wanted and fed his ego.

Just as he was about to steal from Clayton again, Darlik was suddenly hit by an overwhelming magical vibration.

His body and mind felt like they were being torn apart. He tried to scream—but couldn't.

Right before blacking out, he had a strange thought: This feels like the Silver Golem's attack from the exam chamber... Is it here? Am I going to die?

But he would never find out. His mind went silent. He collapsed.

From an outsider's perspective, Darlik had stood frozen for a few seconds, then suddenly began convulsing before falling unconscious.

People rushed to check on him and found him in a coma.

When he saw the child in a coma, Clayton paused for a moment.

"...Maybe I overdid it? Nah, he deserved it."

That's when darker impulses kicked in.

They started stripping him of anything valuable. Because of his pampered life, his gear was top-tier. Even after they'd looted everything, they didn't stop—they began fighting over his belongings. Chaos erupted.

From a quiet corner, Clayton watched it all in silence. He couldn't believe how dark people's hearts could be.

Still, he quickly lost interest. With a faint smile, a new thought entered his mind.

Seems like this Vibration Harmony Chant is more useful than I thought. I haven't seen anyone else use it. Could this be a special reward for defeating the Silver Golem?

After mulling it over, Clayton walked away from the mess.

Eventually, he found a quiet but fertile area.

This time, with no panicked crowd around him, he could finally use his observation entry properly. He began collecting magical plants quickly and efficiently.

While picking some relatively common herbs, he heard shouting in the distance.

Thinking the herbs weren't especially valuable, Clayton decided to check out what the commotion was about.

When he arrived, he saw two groups locked in battle. At first, he didn't understand why—but then he noticed a small, transparent dome nearby.

Everyone believed it contained treasure. They were willing to kill each other over it.

Clayton sighed inwardly.

Why are people in this world so obsessed with fighting? Can't you just chill and cooperate for once?

Keep this up and the fertility rate will drop, then the economy crashes, then politics fall apart...

He chuckled at the ridiculous spiral of thoughts.

Just as he was about to leave, an attack suddenly flew in his direction.

He dodged, but now his presence was known.

Both groups turned and stared at him. Clayton felt awkward.

"Uh, sorry, everyone! Just passing through! Please, go back to what you were doing. I'll be on my way. Take care!" he said nervously.

Then someone shouted:

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?!"

They started chasing him—and like dominoes, the whole crowd followed.

Clayton cursed internally.

I swear I won't rest until I tear the first guy who chased me into shreds.

Despite the fury boiling in his mind, Clayton kept an innocent smile on his face.

"Please forgive the intrusion! I promise it won't happen again!"

"Feel free to keep playing your little war! Don't trouble yourselves over me!"

He pleaded with pitiful expressions, but no one listened. They attacked him anyway.

Luckily, Clayton's magical defenses were solid. Otherwise, he'd already be a corpse.

Attacks came from every direction. In the chaos, they even hit each other while chasing him.

Clayton was stunned.

If you want to fight, fine—but why drag me into it?! I didn't even do anything!

He started regretting ever stopping to watch the fight. Instead of entertainment, now his life was on the line.

Then, for some reason, his pursuers launched a synchronized strike. A dozen attacks flew toward him.

With no better option, Clayton braced himself. A deep blue water dome formed, shielding him from the brutal barrage.

Bang!

Though he survived, the explosion launched him backward, slamming him into the transparent barrier behind him. Groaning in pain, he looked up and saw his attackers surrounding him from all sides.

Clayton could only think:

What did I ever do to deserve this kind of ridiculous bad luck?