Magic Farm 70

Chapter 70: Slept for Four Days—That Was a Coma

It felt like he’d had a vague dream, someone whose face he couldn’t make out scolding him.

By the time Qi Yu woke up, he’d already forgotten the dream completely.

Hungry.

So hungry.

Even in the apocalypse, after days without food, he’d never experienced such an extreme hunger. Every cell in his body seemed to be screaming for nourishment, desperate for energy.

Qi Yu braced himself, sitting up against the table leg on the floor, and pulled several large bowls of food from his storage backpack. He didn’t even bother to see what dishes they were—he just buried his head and started eating.

After two big bowls of rice and two bowls of vegetables, his body finally regained a bit of warmth and some strength.

His senses returned as well.

His head hurt.

It wasn’t just a stabbing pain in his mind, but even his scalp ached dully.

He instinctively reached up to touch his head—hiss!

A huge bump.

Qi Yu stared blankly for a moment, and finally remembered.

Before he passed out, he’d been sitting at the table inscribing magic scrolls, finishing all two hundred basic scrolls in one go, and then…

Nothing after that, his memory just stopped there.

Oh, so he hadn’t just fallen asleep—he’d actually lost consciousness.

The bump on his head must have come from hitting the table when he collapsed.

He tried to stand, but as soon as he moved, the world spun.

He checked—sure enough, his mental power was completely drained, and his mana was empty too.

He glanced at the table, which was still covered with magic scrolls, and realized what had happened: he’d gotten so absorbed in making scrolls that he’d overdrawn both his mental and magical energy.

He fished out a few bottles of mental and mana potions from his backpack. The effect was immediate—the stabbing headache eased, and his dizziness faded.

Leaning on the table leg, Qi Yu slowly got to his feet and sat back in his chair, letting out a breath.

It was bright outside, and rain was pouring down.

So, he’d been unconscious for just one night?

He opened his personal panel.

[Current location: Forest of the Star.]

[Today’s weather: Heavy rain, 0°C–6°C, strong wind, force 7.]

Qi Yu: …So that chill he felt on waking wasn’t just from weakness—it was because the temperature had dropped.

His chat page was full of red dots—every friend had sent him messages.

Qi Yu couldn’t help but feel puzzled. Had something happened?

Chronologically, the earliest message was from “Need a Little Money to Save the World.”

Qi Yu opened the chat. The most recent message was from last night.

[Need a Little Money to Save the World: Boss, are you okay?]

The tone was cautious.

Qi Yu felt something was off.

He scrolled up, and after reading all the messages, fell silent.

Almost in disbelief, he checked other friends’ messages, focusing on the timestamps.

The earliest message from Need a Little Money to Save the World was three days ago.

[Need a Little Money to Save the World: Boss, have you been busy these days?]

[Need a Little Money to Save the World: I’m actually not that short on food anymore, so you take care of your own things first.]

Two days ago:

[Need a Little Money to Save the World: Game boss, are you okay?]

[Need a Little Money to Save the World: Don’t scare me, okay?]

One day ago:

[Need a Little Money to Save the World: Whoa! Farmer, what a profession—so fitting for us flower growers!]

[Need a Little Money to Save the World: Game boss, are you in seclusion or something?]

The last message:

[Boss, are you okay?]

Qi Yu realized he hadn’t just been out for a day, but had actually been unconscious for four whole days.

No wonder he was so hungry.

[I Love Survival Game: I’m fine. Something came up and I couldn’t use the Survival panel for a while.]

[Need a Little Money to Save the World: !!! Game boss, you finally replied!]

[Need a Little Money to Save the World: Was it a secret realm adventure or something? I get it! Hehe, whatever it was, as long as you’re okay, that’s what matters!]

Qi Yu sent him some food.

He then opened the chats with his other friends, feeling a bit of a headache—sure enough, all the messages were checking on his safety.

The 01 Survival Squad had noticed something was wrong with Qi Yu even later than Need a Little Money to Save the World.

It wasn’t that they didn’t care, but Qi Yu had always been quiet in the group. When he got busy, or if nothing was going on, it was normal for him not to speak in the chat for a day or two.

Need a Little Money to Save the World had noticed sooner mainly because of their “debt”—Qi Yu sent him food every day.

When he didn’t get food the first day, he just thought the boss was busy and didn’t bother him. It wasn’t until the second day that he realized something was off.

The Survival Squad only realized something might have happened to Qi Yu yesterday.

Because something big had happened yesterday.

Qi Yu opened his personal panel and clicked the leaderboard.

Regional leaderboard—number one was still “I Love Survival Game.”

But now, after the golden ID, there were a few extra words.

I Love Survival Game. Profession: Farmer.

He opened his personal log.

Yesterday at dawn, the Survival Game had updated.

The gist was: once enough players across the server unlocked professions, the profession system was activated.

Players could choose to display their profession publicly or remain anonymous.

When the system asked Qi Yu if he wanted to be anonymous, he was: zzzzz…

So, the default was to display.

The catch was, he had two professions. The system then asked which to display first.

Qi Yu was still: zzzzz…

So the system randomly picked, and his profession was shown as Farmer.

Qi Yu didn’t mind. After all, he’d sold mutant plants in the region before, so even if the Farmer profession hadn’t been revealed, plenty of players had probably guessed.

He looked down the leaderboard and saw that almost every player had a profession listed.

My Fate Is Not Up to Heaven. Profession: Monster Hunter.

Desiring to Pluck the Moon from the Ninth Heaven. Profession: Paladin.

Jiangnan Misty Rain Guest. Profession: Paladin.

I’m Very Bossy. Profession: Thief.

…

Liver King. Profession: Adventurer.

Serenity Brings Distance. Profession: Artificer.

Brother Tu Mu. Profession: Merchant.

Afraid to Open My Eyes: Alchemist.

…

Need a Little Money to Save the World. Profession: Alchemist.

Because of this, the regional channel was buzzing, and the 01 Survival Squad naturally discussed the topic too.

It was only at this point, when Qi Yu still hadn’t appeared, that the others realized something was wrong.

Qi Yu replied to the group all at once:

[I Love Survival Game: Thanks for your concern, I’m fine.]

[I Love Survival Game: Just a little accident, ended up sleeping for a few days.]

As soon as he appeared, the others replied instantly.

[Brother Tu Mu: Whoa! Game boss, you’re finally back.]

[Afraid to Open My Eyes: If you hadn’t stayed on my friends list, I’d have been scared to death.]

[Serenity Brings Distance: As long as you’re okay.]

Qi Yu gave a simple report in the group, then checked the last friend’s messages.

Shen Ben Wu Xiang’s chat was recent.

But he’d sent the most messages.

The first was sent yesterday at noon.

[Shen Ben Wu Xiang has sent you a gift.]

At first, Shen Ben Wu Xiang said nothing, just sent the gift.

About ten minutes later—

[Shen Ben Wu Xiang: Busy? If you see this, remember to collect it.]

Half an hour later—

[Shen Ben Wu Xiang: ?]

Another half hour—

[Shen Ben Wu Xiang: Where are you? Where are you?]

After that, it was basically a message every half hour, all the way until six o’clock.

At six, his tone changed.

[Shen Ben Wu Xiang: I Love Survival Game, answer me!]

Qi Yu paused when he saw this.

He knew why Shen Ben Wu Xiang’s tone had changed: given his habits, no matter how busy or distracted he got, he would never forget to check in around six in the evening—mealtime.

If he didn’t reply, it was probably because he couldn’t.

Seven o’clock—

[Shen Ben Wu Xiang: Let me know when you’re back.]

Eight o’clock—

[Shen Ben Wu Xiang: If you don’t reply, I’m taking the gift back. You’ll never know what you missed.]

Nine o’clock—

[Shen Ben Wu Xiang: Just kidding, it’s a gift I prepared just for you.]

Ten o’clock—

[Shen Ben Wu Xiang: .]

……

Two in the morning—

[Shen Ben Wu Xiang: If you’re off doing something important, at least let me know before you go. Do you realize how worrying this is?]

From his scattered messages, it was clear Shen Ben Wu Xiang probably hadn’t slept much last night.

The last message was from half an hour ago.

[Shen Ben Wu Xiang: I made soup last night, simmered it most of the night—super fresh. If you don’t reply soon, I’ll eat it all myself.]

[I Love Survival Game: Is there any soup left? Give me a bowl.]

No reply.

But——

[Your friend Shen Ben Wu Xiang has sent you a gift.]

Qi Yu watched the chat page, but no new message appeared.

[I Love Survival Game: Sorry, I had a little accident on my end. Sorry to make you worry.]

This time, a new message popped up.

[Shen Ben Wu Xiang: What happened? Are you okay?]

[Shen Ben Wu Xiang: Accept the gift. The soup is made from high-level mutant beast bones—very nourishing.]

[Shen Ben Wu Xiang: And take the previous one too.]

Qi Yu accepted the gifts.

[Obtained: Sky-Splitting Beast Meat Soup (1 bowl). Obtained: Special Item “Azure Sky Wings.”]

[Azure Sky Wings: Special flying item, upgradable. Equipment effect: Flight. Currently allows one hour of flight per use, 24-hour cooldown.]

For the first time, Qi Yu was so excited he forgot about food.

A flying item?

[I Love Survival Game: This is for me?]

[Shen Ben Wu Xiang: Didn’t I promise to bring you a souvenir?]

[Shen Ben Wu Xiang: Not bad, right? Do you like it?]

How could he not like it?

In his backpack, the item appeared as a pair of sky-blue wing icons.

When taken out, it was a pair of enormous wings with a span of several meters, swirling with rich wind element, the elemental power making them shimmer.

Whether in appearance or function, it was exactly what Qi Yu wanted.

[I Love Survival Game: This is really valuable.]

[Shen Ben Wu Xiang: Just tell me if you like it.]

Qi Yu couldn’t bring himself to lie:

[I Love Survival Game: I love it, especially.]

[I Love Survival Game: Did you get it from a chest? Or did you buy it?]

Dan Xingyu’s lips curled in a hint of pride, though his tone remained casual:

[Shen Ben Wu Xiang: Neither. I made it myself.]

[I Love Survival Game: You’re amazing!]

That was exactly the praise he’d been waiting for. All the anxiety of the previous night was soothed, and he no longer felt impatient.

[Shen Ben Wu Xiang: Drink the soup first. Have you had breakfast? Eat, then we’ll talk.]