“This looks like the spot,” Hakase said.0

He and Kiriel wore straw hats with towels draped around their necks as they stood with tools in hand—a hoe, a shovel, and a pickaxe. Their bulky pouches bulged with seeds for the vegetables and fruits they planned to cultivate themselves.0

“Hey, lizard. You promise I’ll get free food if I help out?” Kiriel asked for confirmation.0

“Of course. We dragons never lie. As long as you work hard and your work meets my expectations, I’ll make sure you get as much food as you want for free.”0

Recently, Hakase had been expanding the menu at his food stall and needed a reliable supply of ingredients. Instead of using common vegetables found in the market, he decided to grow superior produce from the Core for a unique edge.0

“But what’s with all these random lowly monsters here?” Kiriel frowned, annoyed.0

They were in the F-rank Fissure in Myeongil-dong, Gangdong-gu—Goblin’s Forest.0

Hakase nodded in agreement with Kiriel’s observation. “You’re right. We’ll need to clean up a bit.”0

“Right? Let me handle the cleanup as a special service. Be grateful,” Kiriel said, drawing Gungnir.0

“Thanks…? Huh?”0

As Kiriel drew the bowstring, his mana flowed into Gungnir, causing the ground...0