Ryo woke up to noise.
Not loud.
But consistent.
rustle… rustle… rustle…
"…No."
He pulled the blanket over his head.
"…It's too early."
rustle rustle rustle
"…Ignore it."
thump
"…That's new."
He slowly opened one eye.
The ceiling stared back at him.
Normal.
"…Good."
rustle rustle
"…Still happening."
He sighed and rolled out of bed.
"…If something is moving, I'm blaming the system."
He stepped outside.
And stopped.
"…No."
The field was… full.
Not just grown.
Not just ready.
Overflowing.
Crops stood taller than before, colors richer, shapes slightly off.
Some leaves shimmered.
Some fruits… pulsed.
"…I did nothing."
Status Check
Name: Ryo
Class: Farmer
Level: 3
Stamina: 92%
Field Status: Overgrown
Crop Condition: Unstable Growth
"…Unstable?"
"…That sounds like work."
A carrot twitched.
thmp
Ryo froze.
"…No."
Another one wiggled slightly.
"…No no no."
A tomato rolled off the vine.
plop
"…Nope."
He turned around.
"…I'm going back inside."
System Alert
Harvest Available
Bonus Condition: Neglected Growth Triggered
Yield Multiplier: x3
"…Of course."
He stared at the field.
"…If I harvest it…"
"…I have to work."
rustle
"…If I don't…"
A cabbage turned.
Slightly.
Toward him.
"…It becomes worse."
He sighed.
"…Fine."
He walked into the field.
Immediately—
plop plop plop
Vegetables began falling off on their own.
"…Good."
"…Self-harvesting."
A potato launched itself out of the soil.
pop
"…That's aggressive."
System Update
Passive Skill Activated: Auto Harvest (Partial)
Condition: Owner Presence Required
"…So I just stand here?"
plop plop
"…That's acceptable."
He crossed his arms.
"…I can do that."
A tomato bounced into his hand.
boop
"…Stop that."
Another followed.
boop
"…Stop aiming."
The harvest continued.
Faster.
More chaotic.
But efficient.
Within minutes, piles formed.
Too many piles.
"…This is a problem."
Inventory Notice
Storage Capacity: 40%
Overflow Risk: High
"…I need to move these."
He stared at the pile.
"…Or not."
thump
The crops shifted.
Slowly.
Toward the storage crate.
"…No."
"…No, that's not happening."
They moved again.
Dragging slightly.
Like they knew where to go.
"…I'm not watching this."
He turned away.
"…If it organizes itself, I'm not responsible."
Behind him—
drag… plop… shuffle…
"…I hate this farm."