Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

The buffet dragged out until the sun gleamed the world with its orange light, orchestrating the shadows of trees, the mortals, and everything in between.

Most of the dishes' ingredients had been bioengineered to stay warm and not spoil. The Domeniul Ceresc's residents had become used to the mortals of Ouranos by that point.

An amplified voice from the speaker system formation then permeated the scene. It was the Director of the Citadel.

"By nature, they feast, by the coming of the dark, they rise. I assumed that all of you, the finest of numerous individuals who are able to discern your future and those of the loss, are able to see the benefits of being the citizens of Ouranos Citadel.

"Those that are foolish enough may leave, they who seek the bright future in both history and private accomplishment for their generation to come can huddle in their living territory with ease.

"In case some of you didn't know, it is recommended to be greedy in times like these, as the heavenly banquet provided more than enough for all of you who decided to stay with us. So do what those that their private wagon do by snatching as much food there is. But be not afraid of not getting any! The food you have consumed will sate you for the next 24 hours.

"There won't be any time limit, you're free to go back to your own official land within the Citadel until midnight. Take all of that food to feed your comrades and family, loot everything and craft your own necessity and home within the line that you carved using your own hand. If in need of help, ask help from the forest's dwellers.

"I'm sure most of you still have a plethora of questions in your head of what is happening. The mystical spirits, the tamed calamities, by all means, everything will be uncovered with enough time given by your own life decisions.

"The night soon will allude itself upon the future pillars of this Citadel. With it, I announce to you all a good night, and may my wills be with you."

Within the authority building. "That is 1,400 aurs for 1,400 citizens. What if someone stole the box that was put in the territory of others?" Foel asked.

A small box containing one aur had been sent to the middle of every living territory. With some paper of instructions to keep it and not to trade it for bread for humor purpose.

"They won't even know if the token is valuable or not. Even if there is one thief, the one with the missing aur can sue the purloiner." MF playfully moved out of the way to the outside of the room. "The punishment will be torture, such terrifying torture that nobody would even dare to be an outlaw!"

"Huwaa, melodramatic—my husband is a melodramatic maniac!" Foel exclaimed with a poker face.

As both MF and Foel left the building, the vice director cast a concealment spell on both of them. They went to the northeast where crops and vegetation were cultivated on the former nourished soil. It was smaller than the supposed normal farming land size, but the farmers of Gaia Citadel did meddle with their crop maturing speed to make up for the shortage of land.

Then again, that farming area already makes up 20% of the whole Citadel.

Together, they tinkered with the three hectares of land—or 30,000 in meter-square, planting a crystal structure the size of an average human.

MF printed the simplified schematic of the passive mana conversion circuit formation after examining her own mana reactor, the part that came from Seth's Finger artifact. The Ouroboros didn't have any athenaeum to craft any circuit using a marked mana, so she gave it to Foel for her to actualize. In this case she did.

All of those iridescent crystal structures were meant to convert and store mana overtime, and then infused in a branching kind of underground irrigation to nourish the soil.

Of course, this method of increasing the quality of the crops and soil had been founded back then 400 years ago. It was lost when hordes of Calamities massacred the place, leaving nothing behind, even the technology.

MF managed to replicate it effortlessly, still needing improvement but for now, those prototypes were sufficient to spoon-feed the ground with mana goodies.

"Let's refer to these structures as 'sonur'. It means a ring, a sound, an existence that soothes the land with its blessings." MF proudly announced to herself.

"Pfft, It's just a shortened 'soil nourisher'." Foel blandly said.

"G-give me some credit for once, will you?"

"Seeing your flustered face is my new hobby."

"The Ouroboros want you to choose another hobby."

Forty sonurs had been planted throughout the vast farming land. MF and Foel watched at the hills and waving grass as the sun finally left its orange grace, turning the day into night.

"You could create an unlimited amount of food supply, why bother using this vast land for farming?" Foel asked.

"Economy! If there is a demand, there should be an effort by the least. And of course, we won't be going to plant any crops and such. It will be bioengineered trees with fruits! Those that need mana to survive, hence if someone is able to get their hand on the seed, they couldn't grow it in an average soil, let alone a malnourished land."

"Ooh, have you made the seed?"

MF created three different seeds at the size of her palm, juggling them before throwing two of them for Foel to catch.

"Madra seed, Bina seed, and Apore seed." MF smugly grinned. "Monthly production maturity with large quantity, high quality seed that will bear heavenly fruits that will not spoil, will greatly benefit those within the path of usurpation and the average mortals.

"These three will be the new types of tree that will make Ouranos as their first home. You'll see what kind of fruit they truly are later!"

Foel giggled. "Mango dragon fruit, big banana, apple orange? Are you sure that you didn't name it for me to easily guess which referenced which?"

"Uuuh, I hate it."

"And I love it."

As the couple kept flirting while getting the jobs done, one of the scouting Cannon Yelper outside the Citadel had blasted a projectile into an unknown threat.