Serina’s First Harvest

As someone who grew up in a village, he was used to seeing farmland, but this... was different. The soil was on top of an iron floor, as if it had been moved indoors for no apparent reason. It didn't make sense.

Adam took the comprehension book from the table and handed it to Serina. "Try reading and studying this."

Serina accepted the book with both hands, then opened it without hesitation. Her eyes immediately moved quickly, scanning from top to bottom, right to left.

Adam narrowed his eyes. Wait... Something was off. He tried glancing at the pages Serina was reading, but all he could see were blank pages. No text. No diagrams. Just plain white sheets.

"Sh... shit, what is she even reading?" Adam muttered in his mind.

Serina continued reading with a serious expression. Her eyes gleamed, as if the information was being directly imprinted into her mind.

Then, less than a minute after opening the book, she closed it and looked up with a satisfied expression. "Done, Master. I've learned the basics of farming."

Adam furrowed his brows. What? That fast?

He stared at Serina intently, trying to find any signs of deception, but all he saw was confidence on her face.

"Explain it to me," Adam said, his curiosity growing stronger.

Serina nodded without hesitation. "First, take the hoe from the tool rack," she said, pointing towards the tools hanging on the wall. "Then dig holes for the seeds, five centimeters apart. After that, plant the seeds, cover them with soil, and wait for five minutes."

Adam nodded slowly, but Serina wasn't finished.

"While waiting, make sure the soil stays moist by watering it using the water from that barrel over there," she continued, her hands pointing one by one towards the water barrel, the farmland, and finally, a box of wheat seeds on the side of the room.

Adam could only stare blankly as Serina explained everything fluently. Her words flowed smoothly, as if she had spent years working on this farm. But something was bothering Adam.

Wasn't this just simple stuff? No special techniques, nothing complicated. So... why can't I do it?

He fell silent for a few seconds, lost in his own thoughts, before snapping back to reality. I'm wasting time!

Pushing aside the questions swirling in his head, Adam glanced at Serina and said, "Alright, follow what the book said. Break time is from 2 PM to 1— wait, I mean from 12 PM to 1, and you can go home at 5 PM."

Serina nodded eagerly. "Got it, Boss!" her voice sounded enthusiastic.

Something was different about Serina after reading the comprehension book. Now, she seemed so familiar with the farm, as if she had been working here for years. Adam watched as she walked towards the tool rack.

Serina put on gloves first, then grabbed a small shovel with practiced ease. Without hesitation, she stepped onto the farmland and began digging holes exactly five centimeters apart.

Adam observed from a distance, arms crossed over his chest. The longer he watched, the more confused he became.

What the hell? What's the difference between my hands and hers?

Once Serina finished digging, she walked over to the seed bag, took a handful, then returned to the farmland and planted them one by one into the holes she had made. Her movements were swift and coordinated, as if she knew exactly what to do without thinking.

Adam was still trying to piece things together in his mind. He wanted to ask the system, but his instincts told him he already knew the answer.

Serina finally completed the planting phase. Now, she stood beside the farmland, holding a water scoop. Her gaze was sharp, filled with focus.

Adam frowned. What is she looking at?

Serina seemed to be observing something on the soil. Then, with precise movement, she walked to the edge of the farmland and poured a small amount of water at a specific spot.

Adam grew even more puzzled. He stepped closer, trying to figure out what Serina was focusing on. But from his perspective, nothing looked different. The soil appeared evenly spread—no signs of dryness or imbalance in moisture.

"Serina, what are you looking at?" he asked directly. If he didn't ask now, his curiosity would kill him.

Serina paused her work and turned to Adam with a confused expression. "What do you mean, Boss? I'm looking at the dry spots," she answered casually, as if she had just stated something obvious.

Adam blinked. "Dry spots?"

Serina nodded, then pointed to a spot on the farmland. "There. See? The soil is drier than the other parts. I need to water it."

Without waiting for Adam's response, she immediately poured more water onto the area.

Adam stared at the soil carefully, but still—nothing changed in his eyes. He couldn't see any difference.

Damn... I can't see it!

He finally reached a conclusion. If Serina could see the soil's moisture levels while he couldn't...

"That must be it," Adam muttered under his breath, finally understanding.

Serina seemed to have some kind of indicator in her vision—whether in the form of numbers, colors, or something only she could comprehend. That explained why she could easily detect differences in soil moisture.

Adam began to realize something. Just like me...

He also had something only he could see—the system panel. The difference was, Serina's indicator helped her understand soil conditions, while his system panel contained broader information.

Adam let out a sigh, deciding not to dwell on it too much. "Just continue, Serina. I never had any farming experience anyway," he said casually, trying not to look clueless in front of his subordinate.

Serina simply gave a small smile and returned to her work.

Adam stepped back a few paces, leaning against the wall while continuing to observe. His eyes followed Serina's every movement—from the way she watered the plants to how she meticulously ensured the soil's moisture remained balanced.

Curiosity started creeping into his mind. What about the harvest? Would it be as fast as this process?

Time passed without him realizing it. Adam kept watching Serina, not just because of her work but also because of her natural talent in farming.

Under the room's lighting, he could clearly see how effortlessly she moved. Her slender hands skillfully handled the farming tools, her tight skirt slightly swaying with each movement. It wasn't a sight Adam was used to—a girl dressed like that yet working in agriculture with such extraordinary skill.

Five minutes passed in an instant. Adam, who was initially just observing Serina, now shifted his gaze toward the wheat field.

At that moment, his eyes widened in shock.