Chapter 5 Mutation? (Revised) What is this thing? ...
Neither the little zombie nor the system noticed the changes in the gray ball of fur; they were focused on planting morning glories.
"Exchange for water."
A row of bottles and bags instantly appeared in front of the little zombie, each labeled with detailed descriptions of its contents, special attributes, price, and so on.
But... the little zombie can't read.
The little zombie looked around and finally chose a container that best matched his impression of a "water bottle"—narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. The container was made of transparent material, and the clear liquid inside could be clearly seen.
Once the exchange was complete, the starry-sky-like shop vanished instantly, and the little zombie returned to the spatial rift.
[Points deducted: 1500 points, remaining points: 400 points]
[1500! ?]
If the system had a physical body and hands, it would surely be in a state of screaming like a famous painting right now.
The system's exchange system is different from the host's exchange system. The system's shop has a wider variety of items than the host's shop, and each exchange will deduct an additional 20% of the points.
The system figured that as more and more things would be changed in the future, they wouldn't want to be taken advantage of for the transaction fees anymore.
The water happened to be the cheapest option in the points mall, which is why the system sent the little zombie to try it out himself. It wouldn't matter if he failed.
The little zombie succeeded on its first try, a success that made the system wince.
The system almost cried at the thought of those 1500 points: [Host, what did you exchange for?]
The little zombie raised the crystal bottle in its hand: "Aww!"
The Little Mermaid's Tears: The tears of the little mermaid princess. This beautiful princess is the darling of the ocean, and if anyone dares to break her heart, the sea will surely make them pay the price.
system:[......]
This sounds terrifying, is it really usable?
The system suddenly sensed something was wrong. How could something so obviously high-end be redeemed so easily?
After asking about what happened when the little zombie was redeemed, the system crashed.
"System?"
[Host...] The system's voice was somewhat ethereal: [We are truly incredibly lucky.]
The system noticed the little zombie seemed flustered and quickly offered an explanation.
Simply put, the system is an auxiliary system, and its level and permissions are currently ridiculously low. Therefore, according to the settings, it can only redeem a very small portion of the items in the store, such as ordinary flower seeds and water.
But the exchange scene that the little zombie saw was a complete and fully open product interface!
This means they can get anything they want inside!
Seeing that the system didn't seem to blame him, the red mist around the little zombie swayed again.
His eyes cleared, and his mind became active. He recalled the scenes he had seen before and tried to say, "Commander, aww, aww."
[What! Your arm!?]
The system was shocked.
The little zombie's right arm was used for "exchange." Exchange is different from points redemption; it's more like a concept related to rules.
The items that are exchanged will never reappear in the same dimension, so the little zombie's arm cannot be exchanged back, nor can it be regrown using special items.
But the little zombie saw his arm in the store!
The system suddenly went into overdrive.
Let's accumulate points! Let's buy back the host's arm!
Whether it's a bug or something else, just do it!
As darkness fell, the fragment of the mirror, suspended in mid-air, began to emit a shimmering white light in the darkness.
When the system was dealing with the mirror fragments, it was attracted by the "moon power" described in the description. The system did not know what the power was used for, but it wanted the power to emit a moonlight-like glow in the dark.
Although the little zombie hadn't shown any clear signs, the system had long ago discovered that its host disliked the dark.
The sun's phantom will disappear in the spatial rift, so it will go and get a moon for its host.
The system originally only wanted to get the little zombie out of the darkness, and didn't say that he had to work at night, but the little zombie was unwilling to stay still and kept asking the system about planting flowers.
Are you really okay?
The system was still somewhat worried about the host's eyesight, since it was just a fragment and the light it emitted wasn't very bright.
Little zombie: "Awooo!"
[All right. ]
Considering the remaining points, the system changed the water itself this time, and the water container was a section of bamboo tube.
After the little zombie threw the seeds in one by one, it squatted down and waited expectantly.
Twenty-four hours later, the seeds were ready.
The little zombie carefully tilted the bamboo tube, poured the water inside into the soil, and then knocked out the seeds that had sunk to the bottom of the tube.
He had already dug holes in the three fields. He put one seed in each hole, and after that, he grabbed a handful of soil and sprinkled it into the holes.
The seeds germinate in about a week, and then it's just a matter of waiting.
While they were doing nothing, the system suggested that the little zombie take care of itself, and it went to "smuggle" a piece of cloth out to give to the host as clothes.
The lowest-grade non-potable water in the mall is inexpensive; if you don't need a container, you can exchange 10 points for a ton. The system directly acted as a virtual showerhead.
After being cleaned, the little zombie had a bluish-gray complexion and dry, rough skin, but at least he had pulled out the clumps of messy hair himself, making him look much cleaner and fresher overall.
[Host, you still have points. Is there anything you'd like, like food?]
The little zombie, having finished washing itself, slowly turned its head and stared at the messy gray ball on the ground.
Gray Dumpling: !
The zombie and the little creature stared at each other for a long time. The little guy, who had been lying still, slowly raised his four short legs and turned around and ran away in a flash.
Then, the next second, he fell flat on his back.
Within the blood-red mist, the gray ball of fur struggled, belly up, while a figure slowly approached from behind, reaching out a hand towards it—
"Awoooooo!"
The gray ball of dust was washed.
It was only after washing it that we discovered those clumps on its body were actually all clumps of fur, which, once cleaned, turned into a fluffy, soft ball of fur.
—provided it doesn't stick its head out.
A little zombie, resembling a child, sat beside four fields, basking in the sunlight, clutching a ball of gray fur.
The fluffy ball was fast asleep, while the little zombie stammered as it tried to speak, following the system's lead. For a moment, the scene looked rather heartwarming.
A few days later, the morning glory seeds sprouted.
Morning glories love to climb, so the bamboo tubes we used earlier came in handy.
The little zombie easily tore the bamboo tube apart with his bare hands, then joined the ends of the two bamboo pieces together and tied them in place with the hair he had pulled out earlier.
And so, the climbing stakes were made one by one.
The little zombie stuck the bamboo stick into the soil, poked a small hole next to it, carefully put the morning glory seed in, and covered it with soil.
Next, we just have to wait for it to break through the soil, sprout, and bloom.
Sweet potatoes and morning glories have similar growth periods and are still far from ripe. After being refused food exchange once again, the system's voice sounded somewhat worried: [Aren't you hungry yet?]
The little zombie replied crisply, "No."
It's been almost two months since that thunderstorm. It's not like it's hibernating. The little zombies are moving around all day, so why aren't they hungry yet?
The system started to panic again.
Just then, an announcement rang out in the space: [The crops are ripe; please proceed to harvest.]
This is the most basic farmland alert function. The function is relatively simple, but the advantage is that it is cheap, costing 1 point per day.
The system asked in surprise, "[It hasn't even been a month yet.]"
Shouldn't the growing period for morning glories and sweet potatoes be around three months? This is way too far to the left.
Enveloped in a red mist, the originally scorching sunlight seemed to be covered by a thick hood, creating the perfect warm temperature for flowers to grow.
In the farmland, trumpet-shaped flowers about 20 centimeters in diameter are in full bloom.
The edges of the flower petals are bright red, while the part near the white-gray sepals is almost black deep red. The entire flower is extremely bright and rich in color, as if it is about to bleed at any moment.
The dark stamen at the center is very long, extending a long way from the edge of the petals, and at first glance it looks a bit like the tongue of a hanged ghost.
system:?
What is this thing?
The little zombie was unaware of the system's confusion; he was extremely curious.
Before coming here, he had never seen plants, let alone flowers. His eyesight was poor, so he knelt down next to the square farmland, supported himself with one hand, and stretched his neck to get closer to the flowers.
The furry ball placed to the side sneezed several times in a row, as if it had smelled some particularly unpleasant odor. It shook its big head and then, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, fell asleep on the ground.
[Wait, please wait.]
The system was teetering on the edge of madness: [This flower is a bit strange, let me try to identify it.]
Each appraisal costs 100 points, which further depletes their already meager balance of points, instantly wiping out half of them.
[Name: Morning Glory; Quality: Common; Growth Rate: 100%; Please harvest as soon as possible.]
The system checked it again and almost cursed out loud after confirming that there was really no extra information.
A separate identification should produce a complete list of information, including not only the basic name, but also the composition and purpose of the identified substance, and even the inferred direction of synthesis. But what about now?
It took the system a long time to calm down. After all, it was still a morning glory, so there wasn't a big problem.
Looking at the prompt "Harvest as soon as possible," it tried to make its voice sound gentle: [Host, it's time to harvest.]
In the planting process, what needs to be harvested from the crop is the "effective part". For example, if the crop is ginseng, it must be dug up with the roots intact, the more complete the better. If it is a fruit tree, it is enough to pick the fruit.
Unlike the weeds they planted before, the "effective part" of the flowers is the entire plant, which means they have to dig up the morning glories along with their roots.
The little zombie had dug up crops by the roots once before, but that time it was digging up weeds that were about to be ruined, so it won by speed and wasn't as careful with its movements.
This time, however, the points for selling the plant are directly linked to the plant's integrity, so we have to try our best not to break the fragile root system.
The little zombie wasn't very agile, and it didn't have a good grasp of its strength when it first attacked. With one stab, it knocked down a bamboo stick used for climbing, broke off a small section of the vine, and naturally, tore off most of the roots of the morning glory.
【bite--
Obtain Level 1 crop: Morning Glory (Variant) x1
Quality: Damaged
Performable actions: Sell, Disassemble.
After a month of grueling language training, the little zombie can now understand most of the announcements.
But there was a pronunciation in it that he had never heard before.
He held the blood-red morning glory in his hands and looked up at the sky: "System, 'Anomaly,' oh?"
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