Wizard Starts Farming With Mini Skeletons
Chapter 95

Chapter 95: Chapter 95

Inside an icy dome, a young man suddenly awoke from his slumber, his eyes dazed and unfocused.

"Ugh... my head..." he groaned, clutching his temple.

The pain wasn’t just in his head—it radiated through every muscle in his body. He winced, disoriented and unsure of what had happened.

As his vision cleared, he saw a yellow dog and a translucent deer watching him with wide, anxious eyes. Nearby, two baby deer lay quietly, curled beside him.

"What the hell happened...?" he murmured, still groggy.

That young man was none other than Clayton. He had just awakened from a long coma—saved by the extraordinary efforts of the creatures around him.

Several minutes passed before his memories returned in full. He remembered how close he’d come to death—how he’d nearly crossed over. A wave of dread swept over him, quickly followed by deep, overwhelming gratitude.

How had he survived? Did his body recover naturally, or had someone—something—saved him?

The only ones who could answer were Dingo and Gemma.

"Dingo, what happened while I was out?" he asked.

Dingo immediately barked and began pacing back and forth, occasionally gesturing toward the baby deer, trying his best to explain.

At first, Clayton was confused. His head still throbbed, and Dingo’s frantic movements were hard to follow. But after closely watching his gestures, the story began to take shape.

He turned his gaze to the two fawns. They looked serene, almost ethereal. At a glance, nothing seemed unusual—aside from their contrasting fur colors and faint magical auras.

But with his sharpened sensitivity to energy, Clayton noticed it: dark energy was being steadily drawn from his body into the black fawn, which then radiated it toward the white one. From there, a soft light returned to him—gently and steadily healing his body.

Clayton was stunned. Awed. Humbled. He couldn’t believe his life had been saved by the very deer he once rescued—Gemma—and her newborns.

Out of gratitude, he gifted Dingo, Gemma, and the others with sorghum, wheat, and low-grade star meat.

After a short celebration, Clayton summoned his skeletal attendants to help him resume his daily routine. Though he was physically healed, fatigue and trauma lingered, making even small tasks feel burdensome.

The skeletons arrived promptly, loyal as ever. Though they lacked emotion, their presence was invaluable—obedient, silent, and efficient. Clayton made sure to commend them with a nod of thanks.

He began preparing food, clothes, and other necessities, knowing the storm outside had yet to subside. After checking the dome for any cracks or leaks, he finally allowed himself to rest.

Staring out at the storm beyond the frosted dome, Clayton frowned.

"Looks like this storm isn’t going away anytime soon..." he muttered.

...

The Next Day

The storm still hadn’t let up. Clayton continued his indoor routine while Gemma, now recovering quickly, began producing milk for her newborns.

Clayton gently fed the two fawns purified energy. Their faces relaxed, their tiny bodies glowing with quiet contentment.

Once they were settled, Clayton returned to his usual tasks—fishing, maintaining the fire, and checking supplies. That night, as the storm still raged, a new worry crept in.

What if I’m stuck here for months?

...

Two Days Later

The storm showed no sign of weakening. But inside the dome, life went on.

Fortunately, the lake was abundant with fish, so food was never an issue. All Clayton had to do was keep their shelter intact.

Meanwhile, the baby deer had grown strong enough to walk confidently on all fours. Whether from their magical nature or the energy cycle they shared with him, their development was unusually fast.

Even Gemma looked healthier than ever. The dark energy within her had been fully drawn out through the energy exchange with her children, leaving her fit, vibrant, and full of strength. Her milk production surged—so much so that even Clayton and Dingo were able to partake.

Surprisingly, her milk was incredibly nutritious—almost comparable to high-grade magical tonics.

Though life inside the dome was peaceful, anxiety simmered beneath the surface. Clayton knew that, back on Earth, storms could last for months. And in a magical world like this... who knew?

...

Day Six

At last—mercifully—the storm began to break.

Clayton was elated. He immediately began packing up, calling on Dingo, Gemma, and the skeletons for assistance. Within thirty minutes, everything was ready.

All the animals and supplies were stored safely in his Entry Dimension—except for the mini skeletons, who remained by his side.

Clayton stepped outside and scanned the area. The air was still bitterly cold, but the skies were clearer.

"Let’s move out," he ordered.

The journey across the frozen lake began smoothly. The mini skeletons cleared the way, and before long, land came into view.

Excitement surged in Clayton’s chest. They were almost home.

But then—crack!

One of the skeletons stepped on thin ice.

Splash!

It plunged into the freezing water and froze over instantly.

Clayton didn’t panic—he could always summon another. But the incident reminded him to be more cautious.

As they pressed forward, more skeletons slipped through hidden weak spots in the ice. Oddly enough, their missteps helped identify safer paths.

Eventually, only one skeleton remained.

Clayton warned it, "Be careful—you’re my last pair of hands out here."

Then—BOOM!

A sudden clap of thunder cracked across the sky.

Clayton slipped. "Aghhh!"

He quickly got back up, unharmed. But when he looked behind him, his eyes went wide.

Dark clouds were returning, rolling over the lake like a tidal wave. Jagged flashes of yellow lightning tore through the sky like serpents.

"Oh no..." Clayton whispered.

This new storm wasn’t just stronger than the last—it felt alive.

BOOM! BOOM!

Thunder roared, the storm accelerating unnaturally—like it was chasing him.

Clayton panicked but kept running. He wasn’t about to give up now.

The storm was only meters behind. Terror surged through him. His lungs burned. He was on the verge of tears.

But then he shouted, "Cast the spell—Water Wave!"

The final skeleton raised its hand and began chanting. A surge of water erupted behind Clayton, crashing into the oncoming storm like a wall.

Clayton didn’t stop there.

"Water Magic: Water Dome!"

Swoosh!

A barrier of swirling water formed around him, shielding him as the wave slammed into it.