The apocalypse struck, and I became a druid.

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The beam of light precisely enveloped the potato seedlings on the left.

The green light seeped in, making the veins of the leaves clearer and greener, and the stems stood upright, exuding vigorous vitality, but there were no other abnormalities.

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He turned to the tomato seedlings on the right and continued to release nature's blessings.

Green light flowed, and the tomato seedlings greedily absorbed the energy, swaying slightly.

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Everything seemed exactly the same as before.

Han Ning sighed inwardly, preparing to bestow another blessing upon the potato sprouts.

However, just as he gathered his spiritual power and his gaze swept over the tomato seedlings, his movements paused slightly.

Just seconds after the tomato seedling that had just received the blessing had its lush green glow completely faded, a faint yet striking red halo appeared on the edges of a few old leaves near the base of the plant.

Chapter 48 Red Mist

"It's changed?"

Han Ning's expression shifted, and he once again aimed his palm at the tomato seedling.

A pillar of emerald green light enveloped the area.

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shuh~

The moment the green light seeped in, the red light at the base of the tomato suddenly became bright, like a flame doused with oil.

It continuously emitted a warm and strange red glow, flickering like breathing.

Its emerald green plant trembled slightly and slowly grew upwards for about five or six centimeters, until it reached a little over 80 centimeters before stopping.

Immediately afterwards, several unripe tomatoes on the branches, which were originally green and no bigger than a fingertip, seemed to have been fast-forwarded by an invisible hand.

Their color changed from bluish-green to pale yellow at a visible speed, and then quickly transitioned to orange-yellow...

"It's ripening already? So fast!"

Just as the color continued to transform into a mature red, it was as if the pause button had been pressed, and the change came to an abrupt halt.

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Han Ning's gaze shifted downwards, and he noticed that the soil where the tomato seedlings' roots were located was losing moisture and color at an alarming rate.

The once moist potting soil cracked and dried in the blink of an eye, as if all the moisture had been drained by the tomato plant, leaving behind a handful of lifeless dry soil.

"Could it be that it drained all the nutrients from the soil, and without nutrients, the transformation stopped?"

Han Ning understood.

He dug out the dry soil, and then quickly picked up several bags of nutrient-rich soil that he had scavenged from other residents.

Tear open the bag, quickly fill the pot with the black soil rich in organic matter, and then carefully bury the roots of the tomato seedlings.

really.

After the black soil was filled in, the color of the tomato fruit continued to change.

But the color only changed from pale yellow to a slightly darker shade.

It only took a dozen seconds.

The soil under the tomato plants is covered up and then dehydrated, turned to ash, and compacted at a visible rate.

The few fruits on the branches were still yellow and showed no signs of ripening.

"Again!" Han Ning kept digging out dry soil and filling it with new soil.

With each repetition, the rate at which the new soil dries up seems to accelerate.

Bags of potting soil were consumed.

Finally, after consuming dozens of kilograms of potting soil and almost exhausting the stock, they finally succeeded.

When Han Ning added the last batch of new soil, the rate at which the soil dried out finally slowed down and remained at a relatively normal level.

The tomato plant in the pot stopped its frantic demands.

Several fist-sized, plump, deep red tomatoes, seemingly about to drip with juice, hang steadily on the vine, exuding an indescribable allure.

Most strikingly, a very thin layer of mist, resembling a pale red veil, begins to rise from the surface of each tomato.

This mist doesn't resemble water vapor; it's more like some kind of energy emanating from the fruit itself, swirling around it and appearing mysterious and extraordinary.

"It's done? Is this the optimization effect brought by Nature's Blessing...?"

Han Ning swallowed hard, reached out, carefully selected the plumpest-looking tomato, gently pinched the stem, and plucked it from the branch.

The moment the fruit detaches from the plant.

"Pfft~"

A tangible, crimson mist gushed out from the stem of the picked tomato.

The red mist quickly spread, enveloping an area of ​​more than one meter around Han Ning, forming a faint red haze.

"Whoosh!"

The rice cracker, who had been staring intently at the tomato, couldn't help but sniff it.

Xuebing inhaled a small amount of red mist, then suddenly sneezed loudly, his body shuddered violently, and a human-like look of confusion appeared on his face.

"Hooo!"

It instinctively took a few steps back, moving away from the area shrouded in red mist, and stared anxiously at the tomato in its owner's hand.

Han Ning himself didn't feel particularly uncomfortable, but he felt that the red mist carried a peculiar scent, similar to the smell of mud after rain, mixed with a faint aroma of some kind of spicy plant.

How come this tomato, just like a chili pepper, can actually drive away the smoke from the rice cracker?

He looked down at the tomato in his hand, which was emitting a red mist, then glanced at the snow cake that had retreated, and his mind raced:

"This fog... Snowcake reacted so strongly, it's obviously harmful to it or makes it very uncomfortable, but it doesn't seem to affect me much? Is it a difference in constitution, or is it because I, as the druid who brought it into existence, have some kind of exemption?"

He decided to test the red mist itself first.

He tried waving his hand, and the mist would drift away with the airflow, only to quickly re-condense within a certain range around the tomato.

"Hmm? It seems to have some cohesive properties?" Han Ning's heart stirred, and he tried gently placing the tomato in his hand on the ground in a corner of the balcony.

Something magic happened.

The pervasive red mist was actually like a miniature "smoke generator," maintaining a stable light red mist ring with a radius of about one meter centered on the tomato.

The red fog no longer spreads erratically, but has formed a relatively stable hemispherical region.

"It can form a fog area of ​​a fixed range..."

"But what exactly is the purpose of this fog?"

He didn't rush to eat the tomato; he wanted to figure out the purpose of the red mist first.

"Xuebing, come here." Han Ning beckoned and pointed to the area of ​​red mist. "Slowly approach it and feel it."

"Ow?"

Xuebing was clearly somewhat resistant, but under Han Ning's command, it still carefully moved its body, its nose twitching constantly, and slowly approached the edge of the pale red mist.

It just touched the thin layer of red mist at the tip of its nose.

"Ouch!" Xuebing quickly pulled her head back, sneezed again, and her eyes once again revealed that strong disgust and discomfort.

Judging from the emotions transmitted back from the soul link.

The fog seemed to make it feel very "choking" or "nauseating," and it instinctively wanted to get away.

It scratched the ground with its paws in frustration.

"It's not physical harm, it's more like psychological interference or stimulation..."

Han Ning observed Xuebing's reaction and made a preliminary judgment in his mind.

"This red mist seems to be able to form an area that makes other creatures feel extremely uncomfortable or even repulsed? Like some kind of... biological repellent?"

This discovery greatly encouraged him.

What if this red mist could drive away monsters? Like... those annoying fog-covered monsters?

Unfortunately, we can't test it now. We'll have to wait until we get to the foggy area tomorrow to try it out.

Next, we'll look at the tomato flesh.

He carefully broke off a small piece of fruit, about the size of a fingernail.

The flesh is crystal clear, like red chalcedony, juicy, and exudes a unique sweet aroma that is several times stronger than that of ordinary tomatoes, mixed with a faint spicy and earthy smell from the red mist.

"The red mist didn't affect me, so the fruit flesh should be fine too, right?"

Just to be on the safe side, Han Ning opened his mouth and took a tiny bite of the fruit.

The flesh has a slightly sour taste upon first bite, followed by an indescribable refreshing sweetness that sweeps over the taste buds, far surpassing any other fruit.

However, the sweetness lasted for less than a second.

boom!

"Damn it!"

An indescribable feeling of dizziness shot from my stomach straight to the top of my head.

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Han Ning felt as if his head had been slapped into scalding sand; it was hot and swollen, and the world before him became bizarre and surreal.

The walls seemed to be twisting, the rain outside the balcony turned into an inverted blood-red waterfall, and the incomprehensible roars of Xuebing echoed in my ears.

The sensations in my body became chaotic, sometimes floating on clouds, sometimes enveloped in heavy silt...

"Uh... I'm afraid he ate some mushrooms."