5 20000 KG of Cargill Protein Feed
"Well, I guess it's time for me to make a move" said Chunyang as he look at the sky.
"Oh? Not staying for lunch?"
"Nah, I need to make some more deals, more gold, all that."
"Ohohoho, I won't keep you then."
Both the old goblin and the young man watch the wagon slowly rides out of the farm and heading south.
"Well, there he goes. There's one thing I don't understand though... the pens only accept eggs right? Won't the action of going out to capture monsters kinda moot since they are already mature? Or do I capture the male and the female version of the monsters, put them in a cage or something, and let them do the wild thing?"
"Ohohoho, about that... do you see that building beside the silo, the one that looks like an outhouse? That is actually a magic tool called the Eggscavator. Through the process of equivalent exchange, a monster that you put in there can be turned into between 1 to 6 eggs, of the same type of monster."
"Aaand now we're gonna get sued by the creators of Fullmetal Alchemist."
"Ohohoho, you have alchemist in your world too? Indeed, the Eggscavator was created by the fellas at the Alchemist school at Cliffordia Institute of Technomagicry. Although... they did received help from the Enchanter school at University of Cliffordia, Berkelly... as well Dwarven Miningcraft Institute of Technology at Dunimia."
"Wait, what? No, I was referring to something else... and what's with the name... CliffTech? UC Berkelly? MIT Dunimia? Pffft! Buahahaha!"
"Ohohoho, I know right?" Thak played along and laugh with Alten, even though he has no idea whatsoever why Alten has gotten so happy suddenly.
"I'll go and start on lunch, I'm feeling a bit peckish. Why don't you familiarize yourself with the menu."
"Alrighty..." sighed Alten, feeling a slight hunger at the mention of lunch.
The old goblin enter the farmhouse and headed straight to the kitchen to prepare lunch. Meanwhile, Alten stood on the porch and tried to learn more about the farm in general.
"Menu!"
Pik!
Happy Tree Farm AR Menu
Farm Level : 1
Exp: 30/500
Monster Pen : 1 Small Earth-Type (0/3 Monsters), 1 Small Air-Type (3/3 Psychic Sparrow Eggs)
Special Tools : Never-Ending Silo - 0 Feed (Can store unlimited amount of feed)
Magic Points : 9/10 (Regenerate 1 per day)
Special Skills : World Transfer - 5 MP (Teleport between world)
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Monsteropedia - (Touch the name of monsters to learn more)
Curent Monster : Psychic Sparrow
Alten's mood suddenly perked up.
'Oh! Even putting in some eggs in the nest will net me some experience! Nice!'
Alten then touch the name of Psychic Sparrow to read the description.
'Hmmm, eats any kind of grain and insects. I guess I can fill the silo with grain... but where do I find any grain here? I should go ask Thak.'
Alten walks into the farmhouse into the kitchen and ask "Hey Thak, where can I find grain feed around here to fill the silo?"
"Ohohoho! You need to ride into town and buy it from the market there. You definitely need a big wagon for that... unfortunately, I don't have one, having sold it off a few months ago. Actually, there's another way. You can use a spatial container like a magic box or ring and fill it with grain from the market; that way you can simply ride a horse and transport the grain easily."
"Whoa! There are things like that?!"
"Yes... however, spatial containers are very expensive. The bigger the space, the more gold it cost."
"Is there no other way?" Alten's eyebrow furrowed in frustration.
"Hmm... aren't you a farmer in your own world? Why not bring some of the grains that you farmed from over there back to this world, and feed the monsters with it?"
"Ah, good idea! Why didn't I think of that. I better get right on it!"
"Hold on young man, eat some lunch first before you go."
"Alright!"
Alten quickly gulped down his food, burped when he finish, and stood up while saying thanks. He then opened the menu, and activated World Transfer skill, and disappeared in a flash of blue light.
"Ohohoho, precocious young fella."
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A man suddenly appeared in a flash of blue light in the middle of the yard in front of the farmhouse of Happy Tree Farm. Fortunately, he is not naked, super buffed, and speak with an Austrian accent, intent on murdering some kid and running around saying "I'll be back".
"I'm back!" laughed Alten, which turn into a frown a few seconds later when he remembered the problem that is plaguing his farm. The matter of which he managed to accrue a debt of almost a million dollars in the past 5 years through sheer mismanagement thinking that applying game skills into real life as feasible... which it did not.
'Almost $1,000,000 in debt... Ugh! What a buzzkill...' thought Alten.
A few seconds later he lightly slapped his face to freshen up.
"Right! I'm gonna do this. I WILL do this. I will turn the farm around and be a successful farmer!" said Alten with a voice full of resolution.
He quickly ran to the nearby garage and started his John Deere 8R Series tractor. He slowly backed out of the garage carefully, and then once out he drives it quickly toward the store yard as fast as his tractor's 435 HP allowed. Pedal to the metal, baby! He stopped in front of the Joskin Trans-Space 8000 trailer, the biggest trailer with 31000L of space and hooked it up to the tractor. Driving out of the store yard carefully, he turned towards the seed silo and once again floors it to quickly get there. Braking suddenly in front of the silo after driving at full speed, Alten jumped down and connected the filling pipes into the trailer and switched it on.
"There should be more than enough wheat and corn seed that I bought from Cargill the other day to fill this trailer." Alten waited for a few minutes before the filler stops. The panel indicator on the trailer indicates full with the weight at 20000 kg. Alten quickly disconnect the filler and hopped onto the trailer. He started the engine and drive back to the front of the farmhouse.
"Right, time to go. Menu!"
Pik!
Happy Tree Farm AR Menu
Farm Level : 1
Exp: 130/500
Monster Pen : 1 Small Earth-Type (0/3 Monsters), 1 Small Air-Type (3/3 Psychic Sparrow Eggs)
Special Tools : Never-Ending Silo - 0 Feed (Can store unlimited amount of feed)
Magic Points : 4/10 (Regenerate 1 per day)
Special Skills : World Transfer - 5 MP (Teleport between world)
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Monsteropedia - (Touch the name of monsters to learn more)
Curent Monster : Psychic Sparrow
"Eh? World Transfer skill is grayed out? Whaaa! I can't go back? Oh no, insufficient Magic Points? Ugh, I guess I need to wait a day here. What do I do in the meantime..."
It was already late afternoon, and Alten turned off the tractor. He went into the house, sat on the couch and mulls his option.
"Guess I'll just have to spend a day here, and go to the other world in the morning then."
He decided to clean the house a bit, cook dinner, play some World of Farmcraft, and then went to sleep. The next morning he woke up before dawn, took a bath and dressed quickly. He prepared and quickly ate a simple breakfast of Nissin Ramen and got into the tractor parked outside once done.
"Menu!"
Pik!
Happy Tree Farm AR Menu
Farm Level : 1
Exp: 130/500
Monster Pen : 1 Small Earth-Type (0/3 Monsters), 1 Small Air-Type (3/3 Psychic Sparrow Chicks)
Special Tools : Never-Ending Silo - 0 Feed (Can store unlimited amount of feed)
Magic Points : 5/10 (Regenerate 1 per day)
Special Skills : World Transfer - 5 MP (Teleport between world)
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Monsteropedia - (Touch the name of monsters to learn more)
Curent Monster : Psychic Sparrow
"Whoa. WHOA!!!"
Alten just noticed that he gained 100 Exp from using the World Transfer skill the first time and was slightly shocked. Then he got even more shocked when he noticed the Psychic Sparrow status has changed from eggs to chicks! He was very excited and could not wait to see the chicks so he quickly activated the World Transfer skill again.
"Hasta la vista, bebeh!" Alten yelled to his farm.
A bright blue glow with tendrils of electricity envelops Alten, the tractor he is sitting in, and the trailer connected to the tractor. Then, with a flash of blue light all three disappear, leaving only a small wisp of smoke.
At the gate entrance to the farm stood a postman delivering letters, jaws dropped and eyes bigger than dinner plate. On his left chest above the front pocket, the postman's name tag clearly displayed 'John Connor'....
