Chapter 100: — Morning Kael.

Kael was up before the sun, the quiet of the morning fueling his focus. After washing his face, his thoughts immediately locked onto the gemstone.

He’d already cracked the secret to entering and exiting, and his mind was racing with possibilities.

The dragoness hadn’t just given him a rock; it had gifted him a pocket of land—a vast, rich plot of soil—and Kael knew exactly why. It was the perfect incubator for his plant-based powers.

He packed a collection of fruits into his satchel, determined to test the soil’s potential.

He had snatched one of each from the pantry: a Nida, a Virgo, and the crown jewel, a Tura fruit.

They were expensive as hell, and he’d have to tell Amber him eating them all himself, but she was easy to handle—he knew she wouldn’t care about a few missing snacks.

In this world, fruits were practically currency because they never rotted; they held their value for years.

Kael sat in the center of his room, his eyes closed as he mimicked the mana pattern he’d learned. The familiar hum of energy vibrated through his core, and in a blink, the world shifted.

He landed face-first in the dark, fertile dirt again.

“Fuck,” he grunted, spitting out a mouthful of soil. He really needed to figure out how to land on his feet, but he shoved the annoyance aside.

He had work to do.

Scrambling to his knees, Kael began digging with his bare hands. He pushed the soil aside until he had three distinct holes.

He placed the Nida, the Virgo, and the Tura fruits into the ground, burying them deep. As he covered them with dirt, he felt his mana reaching out, itching to force them to sprout.

He knew the soil was special, and if he could master his growth ability here, he wouldn’t just be growing plants—he’d be creating wealth from thin air.

In this world, gold and silver were worthless junk. Why bother with coins when you could just trade a handful of fruit for whatever you needed?

Plus, the nutritional value of these fruits was insane—one bite could keep you going for days. Kael knew his body could handle meat, but nobody ate that shit unless they were literally starving.

Meat-eating was seen as low-class, primitive, and disgusting—mostly because their mortal enemies, the beastmen, were the ones who gorged on flesh.

To eat meat was to be like a beast, and humans wanted absolutely nothing to do with that.

While Kael pondered the politics of lunch, he got to work. He focused on the patch of dirt where he’d buried the Nida fruit. He shoved his mana into the ground, but he was barely making progress.

After burning through half his mana, he’d only managed to get a pathetic little sapling to sprout.

At this rate, it would take months to grow a full tree.

I need more power, he thought.

He stopped, centered himself, and began chanting the mantra to release his seal.

Immediately, the pressure in his core vanished, replaced by a massive, surging ocean of mana—a pool so deep he couldn’t even put a number on it. His pulse jumped.

He didn’t waste a second; he channeled that unbridled flood straight into the Nida sapling.

He could have gone straight for the expensive Tura fruit, but he held back. His gut told him that the higher the quality of the fruit, the harder the tree would be to force.

He’d start with the Nida—the cheap stuff—and learn the ropes before he tried to turn his garden into a gold mine.

Kael stood back, his chest heaving and his vision swimming with that familiar, dizzying wave of exhaustion.

He had pushed hard, but this time, he didn’t black out. He remembered Emily’s sharp warning, forcing himself to cut the flow just before his core went dry, leaving a tiny,

flickering reserve of mana deep in his gut.

Despite the lightheadedness, he couldn’t stop grinning. Standing in front of him wasn’t just a sapling anymore; it was a fully-grown tree, its branches heavy with ripe, vibrant, cherry-like Nida fruits.

He quickly counted them—twenty in total. His hands shook with excitement as he plucked every single one, lining them up neatly on the dark soil.

He felt a surge of pure, unfiltered power. Fire or water magic?

That shit was for soldiers and street performers. This—the ability to literally manufacture wealth and sustenance from thin air—was the real prize.

He was holding twenty days of currency, twenty units of pure potential, and he hadn’t even broken a sweat compared to the hell Emily put him through.

“I’m going to be rich,” he whispered, his voice cracking with exhaustion.

The victory felt too good, and the physical drain finally caught up to him. He slumped against the trunk of the tree, closing his eyes, and drifted into a deep, heavy sleep right there in the dimension.

He didn’t stay there long, though. The gemstone’s connection must have had some kind of automatic safety buffer, sensing his vulnerability as he collapsed.

A few minutes later, the air around him rippled, and he was unceremoniously dumped out of the pocket dimension.

He landed hard onto his own bed back home, his body hitting the mattress with a dull thud. He didn’t even twitch, snoring softly, clutching the memory of his new fortune even in his dreams.

Kael was dead to the world, still feeling the heavy exhaustion from his time in the dimension, when he felt Amber shaking his shoulder.

“Kael, wake up now,” Amber urged, leaning over him. “You can’t sleep all day. We need to get to the farms.”

Kael groaned, his eyes fluttering open. The first thing he saw was Amber’s heavy, soft breasts hovering right in front of his face as she bent over him.

His blood instantly rushed south. He didn’t say a word; he just reached out with a sluggish, sleepy hand and grabbed the edge of her robe, yanking it open to expose her chest.

“Come here, Mom,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep and hunger.

He shoved his face into her cleavage and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard.

“Ahh~mhh~Kael,” Amber groaned, her back arching as she tried to pull away, though her hands drifted to his hair to hold him there.

“At least… wake up properly first…”

She tried to push him back, but her voice was shaky and breathless, her resolve melting away as he kept nursing on her tit.

Kael still didn’t have the energy to fuck her, but he wasn’t about to pass up a chance for a little fun. He yanked Amber down onto the bed, keeping her tit firmly clamped between his lips.

“Haha, Kael, what are you doing?” she giggled, her body going soft as she tumbled onto the mattress.

He finally let her nipple pop out of his mouth, leaving it wet and glistening, and looked up at her with a smirk.

“But Mom, I already promised Grandma I’d be there today.”

Amber’s brain stalled for a second, her face still flushed from his mouth. She got lost in thought for a moment, and Kael took full advantage of her distraction.

He squeezed her heavy tits, kneading the soft flesh with both hands, and started chewing on her hard, sensitive nipples.

Amber gasped, her head falling back against the pillow. After a long, shaky pause, she finally managed to speak.

“Then… we’ll just have to tell her on the way to the farm,” she breathed, struggling to stay focused. “We can’t keep the granny at the milk farm waiting… she’s expecting us.”

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[Mommy is Sleeping]