Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 457 - 408 Cultivating the Wilderness

Chapter 457: Chapter 408 Cultivating the Wilderness

Farosa was taking the Little Witches to Nangong Island to farm the land with great vigor.

She had been studying ancient texts for several days, making some achievements and being able to initially understand the logic structure of the Space Transfer Spell. The Mystics used Secret Script to bind and drive concepts—it wasn’t without a trace.

The portal left by Mond could transport people to Nangong Island, and Farosa had made quite a few improvements to it. She not only extended its duration to six hours but also increased its frequency to once every four days, making the back-and-forth trips much more convenient. Its size was still limited; it had been quite troublesome to move building materials before, so relying on manpower for farming was much more efficient, although it was exhausting for the Little Witches.

After the portal appeared, the Little Witches lined up happily, passing through to Nangong Island, blissfully unaware of the labor education they were about to receive.

They were carrying various tools on their shoulders, including shovels, hoes, spades, rakes, and pitchforks—all purchased by Farosa overnight. The tools were a bit small, perfectly suited to their age and strength, and they also brought buckets, fertilizer, and other equipment.

Due to the effect of the Sand of Stars, the environment of Nangong Island was stable and pleasant, with fine weather. For the Little Witches, who were visiting for the first time, it was an eye-opening experience—the warm and comfortable island seemed like the perfect spot for an outing.

The Little Witches breathed in the fresh air, taking in the charming natural surroundings, looking out at the sea waves hitting the shore, each more cheerful than the last.

"Wow!"

"Eh—"

"It’s so beautiful!"

"It’s like a field trip!" Their faces beamed with relaxed joy, full of anticipation for the future.

Previously, 102 and the Seven Witches had expanded on Nangong Island, building a three-story base on the original site of the Shrine, surrounding it with glass walls, which could serve as dormitories as well as storage for supplies.

When Farosa passed through the portal, she immediately directed the Little Witches to line up in two rows, preparing to reclaim the wilderness.

"Wealth is fought for with our own hands, and the hardworking Little Witches are the most glorious," said Farosa earnestly, teaching them, "If you do not strive, you will gain nothing. Even I had nothing initially, it was through personal effort that I gained today’s power and achievements."

"Ohh!"

"Mother Farosa is so amazing!"

"So that’s how it is!"

"We must strive!" The Little Witches were satisfied, engraving Farosa’s teachings deep into their hearts.

Farosa nodded her head.

"Now," she said, "listen to me and get ready."

The Little Witches, pampered and teeming with energy, had an easier life than Farosa herself; it was time they practiced some physical labor. She commanded them to start the reclamation by breaking the ground first.

"Heave-ho... Heave-ho..."

"Ugh..."

"Ayiyah..." Seventy-one Little Witches over the age of six lined up in two rows, concentrating on tilling the land, vigorously wielding their little hoes and spades against the hardy, native soil of the island.

Working together, they first shattered the compacted soil, then with sturdy tools, they hammered and broke it repeatedly, turning it into cultivable soil for planting crops.

Farosa had grown up in the countryside and had to work the fields herself even after joining the Church, so she was very clear about this kind of work and had no trouble guiding the Little Witches.

With one hand, she held up a lace parasol to shade herself, and with the other, she carried a leather bag full of magical plant seeds, effortlessly directing the Little Witches to remove all the stones and weeds turned up from the soil.

It was especially important to clear out various grasses. If their seeds and root systems were not removed, the weeds would grow back any time and compete with the precious magical plants for nutrients.

Witches’ constitutions are slightly stronger than humans’, and seven or eight-year-old Little Witches, although they looked frail, had strength comparable to teenagers. They worked fervently, continuously expanding the reclaimed area.

Furthermore, Farosa noticed that some Witches had precociously developed physical abilities. Usually because they carried battle-related magic power, with a thriving magic circuit from an early age, making them appear sturdy and tough.

However, their magic circuits were still primitive, and even if some power would assist in farming, after one use, they would be drained and had to rely on their basic physical strength.

Soon, fatigue from the agricultural labor accumulated, and the Little Witches grew more and more tired. But with Mother Farosa watching, they dared not slack off and earnestly continued to work together.

Many Little Witches still remembered the principles Farosa had spoken of, believing diligence was the foundation of virtue. So they not only worked their hardest but also urged their peers who were slacking to keep pushing themselves, not to relax even a bit.

After an hour of hard work, the Little Witches finally cleared a significant piece of farmland with their tiny hoes and pitchforks!

But the farm work was far from over; the loosened soil still needed to be smoothed out.

At Farosa’s command, the Little Witches flipped over their spades and began leveling the fluffy soil.

"Heave-ho! Heave-ho!"

Gradually, during the cultivation, they started shouting spontaneously, finding the rhythm and the act of vocalizing gave them more strength.

Disorganized shouting was less effective than collective, coordinated chants. Their calls grew more orderly, and with each shout, they would swing their tools in unison. Their young voices melded together, turning into uplifting and beneficial labor chants.

Farosa knew that the earliest languages, dances, and poetry were all integrated into labor. It seemed that this was indeed true.

After another half hour, the Little Witches finally succeeded in leveling the land. They were all exhausted and looked eagerly at Farosa, hoping she would say, "It’s done! No more work!"

But Farosa just had a profound smile on her face, walked to the edge of the cleared field, and scattered the magical plant seeds from her bag into it.

These seeds were of various shapes and sizes, and Farosa discreetly planned out the appropriate spacing and zoning for each, sowing them in different areas of the farm.

Once the first batch of new sprouts emerged, the seemingly barren farmland transformed into a legendary garden brimming with magical plants. Here, the climate remained mild and frost-free, maintaining a steady state, allowing crops to grow continuously with high efficiency, far surpassing the conditions of any farm in the original world.

"Now turn the seeds into the soil," Farosa commanded.

"Ah..."

"Ugh..." The little witches nearly fell apart, but still gritted their teeth and worked hard to turn over the soil once again.

The seeds disappeared deep into the soil, where they would slowly develop and grow into new shoots and plants.

Mouse Witch Sally’s growth magic was beneficial to their rapid growth, but at the moment, Farosa couldn’t bring her over; after all, Sally’s current appearance was somewhat frightening and should not be seen by the little witches.

No matter what, the farm work finally ended.

"All right," Farosa clapped her hands and said with a smile, "go and rest now!"

"Yay!"

"It’s over!"

"That’s so great!" The little witches ran towards the reserve base on the edge of the island.

Along the way, they discarded their tools all over the ground, with some tools left scattered everywhere, except for the particularly honest little witches who still carried their hoes. Once they ran into the base’s first-floor hall, they immediately collapsed in the shade of the walls, motionless from exhaustion, like a large group of small guinea pigs.

After such a hard day’s work, even if they lived to be a hundred years old, they would not forget this "labor education" — it was truly backbreaking, but fortunately, there were seventy-plus little witches working together.

Farosa was in a great mood. Without spending a penny, she couldn’t have bought machinery or hired workers, but she could command the little witches.

Magical plants have infinite benefits, usable in concocting magic potions, making magic beverages, and serving as magical materials. They are natural substances imbued with magic power and have endless uses. This small garden, even in the Middle Ages, was a treasure trove, a coveted place for many.

Since it was a natural project, Farosa could use the power of the Golden Branch, but she didn’t plant it because the Golden Tree would interfere with the growth of the magical plants. Instead, she just cut off the leaves of the Golden Branch and buried them in the soil to enhance its fertility.

After all this, the magical plant field on Nangong Island could be considered fully established.

Farosa entered the base on Nangong Island; it had a blocky appearance, like stacked glass boxes, not very aesthetically pleasing. The little witches regained some strength and, upon seeing Farosa approach, got up from the ground and saluted her in an orderly fashion.

"Mother Farosa!" They greeted her with the utmost respect.

Witches are intelligent, even at a young age.

Among them, about twenty realized that Farosa had intentionally made them work hard while she reaped the benefits without loss. On the surface they obeyed, though their minds had already begun to wander.

Catching their wavering gazes, Farosa could roughly guess what they were thinking and smiled slightly.

"In this labor education," Farosa spoke softly, her tone sincere, "you all performed very well, fully experiencing what labor feels like. Your minds have become more resolute, your bodies stronger, and you have accumulated valuable labor experience and enhanced your sense of community and unity... I will continue to work hard, sparing no effort to find more such valuable opportunities for you so that you can continue to grow until you become truly powerful witches."

Hearing Farosa’s words, the little witches tasted the flavor of growth from their labor, momentarily forgetting their prior exhaustion and feeling deeply moved.

"Ugh..."

"Mother Farosa is so good..."

Many sharp-minded among them, who previously suspected Farosa of exploiting their labor for free, now realized the well-intentioned efforts of Farosa upon hearing her speech.

Such opportunities were so rare; they had not only failed to appreciate Mother Farosa but had also grown weary, which truly wasn’t right!

"That is all for today’s lessons," Farosa finally released the news that excited them the most.

"Yay!"

"We have a vacation!"

As the Witch Goddess, Farosa naturally exuded an aura that inclined witches to be obedient, and now she dispelled their last vestige of doubts altogether.

The little witches formed a line again, hurried back to the Shijin Mansion before the transport portal disappeared, picking up the farm tools along the way. Despite being covered in dust and dirt, they were joyful and hurried to the bathhouse as soon as they returned to the mansion to enjoy the pleasures of their holiday.

This was the future core force of the Witch Council. Farosa thought to herself.

These young, potential-filled witches were receiving a more comprehensive upbringing and development than witches from anywhere else in the world. It was likely that they would each have their own achievements and encounters in the future.

When Xu Yang arrived, Farosa took him to the edge of the Shijin Mansion.

Together, they gazed at the splendid city bathed in the slanted sunlight.

"Anjiu City has become too cramped," Farosa pointed out, "and the Shijin Mansion is gradually becoming insufficient to meet the growing number of residents."

"Yan Duo and the Forest Master are on their way back." Xu Yang had uncovered some insider information. Several observation organizations had detected Yan Duo moving towards the Northern Archipelago Continent and were advising ships to take detours with various pretexts to avoid panic.

"When they arrive," Farosa nodded slightly, "everything will truly be revamped."

Xu Yang was also well aware.

With their help, their enterprise would undergo tremendous development. Taking over Shangjing, conquering Xisheng Shrine, and unifying the entire Northern Archipelago were all in the plan.