Chapter 9

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 9

Chapter Title: Super Prodigy Weathermancer Appears (3)

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Cabbage. Big and imposing. And beautifully colored.

The urgent news Full-time Farmer had relayed to me was, honestly, something that left even me pretty flustered.

'Why the hell did it end up like that?'

Someone might peg me as a total slacker who just browses galleries and games all day, but truth be told, I had plenty of other interests.

I'd poured a ton of effort into analyzing and developing my abilities as a Weathermancer, so I knew damn well this wasn't normal.

Even after failing mind control multiple times and sprinkling rain over Bucheon City, I'd never seen a case like Full-time Farmer's.

Full-time Farmer hadn't noticed, but I—the sharp-minded super prodigy cutie—had already pieced together the whole story.

This probably wasn't just from me making it rain.

More precisely, the issue was that I'd rained on crops from a 'Farmer Class'.

Why are Farmer Class crops so popular? Because they're blessed by class abilities, making them way superior and tastier than regular ones.

But by raining pure mana-infused water on those blessed crops, they'd absorbed more nutrients than they could handle, triggering unprecedented overgrowth.

In the end, the main culprit was the Farmer's crops—empowered by blessings to feed on mana as nutrients.

Full-time Farmer himself seemed to buy my theory, nodding along without much pushback.

So the next issue was...

Full-time Farmer looked a bit indignant, but since I wasn't wrong, he grudgingly accepted—like swallowing mustard through tears.

And then.

That settled the biggest issue for now.

But even with that worry off the table, Full-time Farmer still seemed burdened by concerns.

After a long silence, he finally hesitated before asking me.

Selling crops? If it was just Full-time Farmer being an insanely skilled farmer, no one would bat an eye.

But... the real problem came after.

Our relationship, specifically.

'Aha...?'

Crop quality up—rich folks happy—I refuse rain—quality down—rich folks mad.

Visualizing that cycle in my head, I finally nailed exactly what Full-time Farmer was truly worried about.

Truthfully, making it rain wasn't hard. With my power, not just an hour or two—I could do all day.

Full-time Farmer agonized endlessly, but after deep deliberation, he finally gave in to the devil on his shoulder.

A week later, word came that he'd negotiated and delivered the first batch of premium crops.

And that day, I finally gained another precious devotee.

"Ah, fuck. Post this crap every day?"

After uploading the post at the cost of mild humiliation, Full-time Farmer Lee Jin-ho scratched his head, recalling recent memories.

'That guy... what the hell is their deal?'

As High School Dropout Middle Schooler said, the crop overgrowth was indeed the result of Farmer Class blessings mixing with her mana.

But for that to happen, one prerequisite: her mana quality had to be elite enough to hypercharge crops.

'Controlling rain at will is weird enough, but no average joe could pull off something like this...'

If Lee Jin-ho's hunch was right, High School Dropout Middle Schooler was a top-tier Hunter.

Maybe a ranker-level mage, or some heavyweight on par.

"But why would someone like that help me with farming...?"

No real clues. Only she knew why. Hell, even rural bumpkin Lee Jin-ho had his own secrets he kept from others.

Grip.

Crunch!

Flexing his bare right hand—no hoe—the rock crumbled like beach sand.

Truth be told, early on, he'd been rated E-rank for physical stats.

But settling in the countryside, farming with his abilities, his power grew daily.

'Heard Farmer Class folks sometimes get rare abilities or body changes from farming...'

But sensing pests or slight stamina boosts—that was it. No one matched his steady growth.

Yes. The irregular of Farmer Class.

Full-time Farmer Lee Jin-ho, 28 this year, was a 'infinitely strengthening farmer' straight out of some munchkin novel!

'Been rooted here four years now...'

Another century of farming, and he'd rival B-rank or even A-rank Hunters.

Thinking that soured his mood.

'But I'll croak from old age first...'

The irregular novelty wore off long ago; he'd faced the harsh truth.

He could farm power for a few years then Hunter in the city, but now? He preferred quiet farming and hearty meals.

He'd grown too attached to this peaceful rural life.

Packing crops for his new business partner High School Dropout Middle Schooler, Lee Jin-ho smirked, a silly thought crossing his mind.

Who knew what burly old man she was, but someday, it'd be nice to share a drink.

Pour.

Poooour.

"......"

Billowing thunderheads, endless rain.

Sitting in the tub like a drowned rat, pelted by rain, I finally emerged when the clouds cleared, dried off, and grabbed some clothes.

"...That took forever."

Thanks to my genius idea, Bucheon folks could now enjoy peaceful days free from flash flood scares.

Downside? Shrinking the ability's range meant dispersing power took ages.

Once it leaked, I had to endure minutes of rain. Truly lamentable.

Blasting crap posts to ease the sting of blowing 1 mil on gacha fails, I flung open the window to check outside.

Cloudy, heavy skies. Rain brewing.

But not my fault—this was Bucheon's first natural heavy rain warning in ages.

'Hmm...'

I could stop it easy with my power, but I'd made it ironclad: no excessive meddling with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠nature.

Sometimes the world needed a damp, muggy day.

"...Hungry."

Rainy days call for green onion pancakes.

Somehow landing on that, I bustled about prepping batter on the spot, and as I headed to the stove...

I spotted them. The horrific bastards I'd thought gone for good, back from the grave.

"Eek!"

Splat!

Startled bad, I dropped the batter bowl—it splattered in the sink.

But pancakes mattered little now. Grabbing wallet and stuff, I bolted from my dear home once more.

Pour.

Poooour.

Perfectly timed rain, no umbrella.

Staring at my soaking clothes, I recanted my words from five minutes ago.

'...Should I mess with the weather?'

My ironclad rule? Pretty damn flimsy after all.