Inspection Again - Chapter 767



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Episode 767: The Fruit Tree Comes to Life

Baekwol Village, which selected over 200 experienced villagers, devoted itself to caring for the fruit trees day and night, trying to extend the life of the trees.

But no matter what method was used, the fruit trees withered and withered away.

This afternoon, the fruit trees in this ‘farmland’ still looked vibrant, but in the blink of an eye, thirty or so of them were withering at a rate that was visible to the naked eye.

The tribal women who were tending the ‘farmland’ were so heartbroken that they began to cry.

All the tribesmen’s faces were filled with sadness and despair.

‘Is it possible that the great god of illusion is abandoning Baekwol Village?

Why are the fruit trees drying up and dying?’

“Auntie Eom, Auntie Gyeong, please don’t cry. It’s not your fault. These fruit trees are just sick. There’s nothing we can do about it… ”

Baek So-so’s expression was dark.

She pursed her small lips.

She consoled the women who were crying desperately, while carefully observing the withered trees.

There was nothing else to do.

But no matter how much I looked into it, I couldn’t figure it out.

These few fruit trees appeared normal, as had been the case in the past.

There were no bugs, no broken branches, the roots and stem were intact, and there was no sign of external damage.

Then, suddenly and quickly, without any warning, it withered away… … .

I also watched the entire process with my own eyes.

The fruit tree looked as if it had been stripped of all its life force in an instant by something terrifying.

‘What do we do now?

If the fruit trees in the castle continue to die like this, Baekwol Village will not be able to survive and will face the crisis of destruction.’

The surrounding villagers had sad and hopeless expressions on their faces.

At this time, I was able to roughly figure out the situation in Bukjin.

He walked over to the tree and lightly pressed his palm against the withered bark.

The next moment a strange light appeared on his face.

‘Huh? This fruit tree isn’t dead. It’s still alive.’

He secretly explored the tree’s innate vertigo.

Deep within the roots of the tree, I felt a faint tree-like vitality emerging.

‘What happened?’

Bukjin frowned and continued to check on the other withered fruit trees with his tree-attribute innate vertigo, while he pondered in his mind the cause of this situation.

After a while, a light flashed across his eyes as if he had realized something.

‘It seems like we finally have a chance to invade the village.’

After he got the people’s attention by coughing lightly, he approached Baek So-so with a calm expression and began to write a line on the ground with a stick.

‘As expected, vanity is always with me like the wind.’

[This tree is not dead yet.]

Baek So-so looked puzzled when she saw the handwriting that Buk Jin had written on the ground.

‘You’re not dead yet? The branches, leaves, and even the bark have already withered.’

She could be sure.

Right now, at this moment, even if you were to split the stem of a fruit tree, the tree would be dry without a single drop of water.

She knew all too well about this strange disease of the orchard.

‘How can you say this isn’t dead?’

Some villagers also saw the writings of Bukjin.

Suspicious gazes fell on Bukjin’s body.

‘Could it be that an alien slave who escaped all the way here is trying to attract the attention of the villagers with such shallow means?’

But Bukjin just smiled calmly and didn’t say anything.

The essence of bluff is to speak only the truth.

He took out a small, turquoise-colored magnetic bottle from the [storage] with a calm face.

Inside it was the ‘Choi Suk Shin Yak (催熟神藥)’ that had been extorted from Geom Seol Moo Myeong.

Although we do not know what the ingredients of the new drug are or what its history is, its effectiveness has been verified through experiments.

The effects of growing rice and various medicinal herbs in Johwidaeseong Unmongyeongji were truly amazing.

Bukjin adjusted his spine and slightly dropped the already diluted ‘new medicine’.

The moment the new medicine fell on the twisted fruit tree trunk, a miracle occurred.

As the pale green light spread along the withered tree trunks, the dry bark began to turn a fresh green in an instant.

The eggplants became noticeably more vibrant, and small buds sprouted from them.

The buds that sprouted on the branches grew like a storm and became fresh green leaves.

The villagers who had originally been looking at the advance of the North with suspicion were all shocked and dumbfounded upon seeing this.

Baek So-so was no exception.

Her small, pretty face was filled with shock.

Her plump, red little lips also opened wide in surprise.

But the miracle didn’t end there.

As the wind swayed the branches, pale pink flower buds began to quickly pop out from the green leaves.

Buds sprouted, flower buds bloomed, flowers bloomed, flowers fell, fruit formed, and fruit ripened.

The entire process, from flowering to fruiting, took less than ten years.

When the villagers came to their senses, the withered fruit trees had not only come back to life, but had grown more than twice as much.

The fruit was borne there and fully ripened.

The scene was both wondrous and beautiful.

The leaves were dark green and lush.

The branches were laden with very large, transparent, jade-like blue fruits.

The branches, which were as thick as an adult’s arm, seemed ready to break because of the dense and lush growth of the fruits.

The villagers looked at each other, trying to figure out what was going on.

It was a thrilling feeling as if lightning was running through my whole body.

My breathing became so rapid that it was difficult to breathe.

They couldn’t believe what they just saw.

Baek So-so’s beautiful, small face was frozen like stone.

I had absolutely no idea what to say.

“Ahem.”

Bukjin coughed lightly.

‘Come on, everyone. Pay attention to me. I am the director who created this miracle.’

At the ‘notification’ from Bukjin, the bronze-skinned pretty girl came to her senses and began looking back and forth between the fruit tree and Bukjin again.

[Can you believe it now?]

When Bukjin felt that the atmosphere was almost ripe, he immediately gathered his wits and began to write on the floor while waving his white robe.

All eyes were focused on his body.

Baek So-so ran to Buk-jin with an expression on her face like she had just woken up from a dream, grabbed his wrist, and spoke loudly.

“Giriwabi, Bagarara?”

Bukjin didn’t understand.

But he seemed to know roughly what this bronze-skinned beauty was talking about.

He picked up the branch again and began to write on the floor.

[You want to ask how I did it? It’s simple.

In fact, these fruit trees are not dead. They are just asleep. This is because the nutrients in the agricultural soil have fallen below the minimum required for fruit trees.

The fruit tree has a spirit that protects itself. The fruit tree sleeps on its own so as not to completely dry up and die.]

That was the truth.

When Beokjin was just exploring with the innate tree attribute, he discovered that this fruit tree was not just a simple tree.

This was a very strange species of tree.

The tree seemed to have its own thoughts and consciousness.

It could be said to be a kind of divine tree.

This tree may not seem to be very demanding on the environment, but that may not necessarily be the case.

Even in a desolate and barren environment like a black castle, the fruit tree that seemed to grow had its own limits of endurance.

Once the nutrients in the soil pass the final lower limit, the vine quickly sheds its branches and stems like a turtle hibernating, gathering the last sparks of life into its rhizomes buried deep below the ground.

And then we wait until the soil is re-nutrientized and revitalized.

So, those fruit trees that had previously appeared withered were not actually dead.

It is a form of ‘hibernation’ as a form of self-protection.

Once the nutrients reached the standard, the fruit trees could come back to life.

So, Bukjin supplied a large amount of nutrition and strength with ‘Choi Suk Shin Yak’.

Then the fruit tree recovered surprisingly quickly.

There was also a huge change: the fruit began to smell sweeter.

The fruits hanging in clusters gave off a fragrant fruity scent that I had never imagined before.

Bukjin immediately reached out and picked one of the fruits, then opened his mouth and took a bite.

Kwajik-.

The fruit I took a bite of was crunchy.

The sweet and sour taste, like a properly ripened sugar apple, instantly filled my mouth and seeped into me.

Moreover, the flesh had a faint, strange power similar to that of a spirit.

As it entered my body and flowed into my limbs, it felt like I had taken the new medicine.

‘That’s what it was like.’

The reason why the persimmons from Baekwol Village were tasteless was not because of the persimmons’ innate taste.

Because the nutrients supplied to the fruit tree were insufficient, the quality of the fruit declined as the tree barely managed to survive.

However, the fruit tree before our eyes has undergone a northern adjustment and has completely met the necessary growing conditions, finally demonstrating the true value of this miraculous fruit.

“If you eat this fruit every day, even a pig can become strong.”

Bukjin was inwardly surprised.

He distributed large and beautiful fruits to the villagers around him.

The older people looked shocked as soon as they took a bite, and then they started to cry.

They were vaguely familiar with the stories handed down about the fruit.

Everyone thought the story was some kind of legend that could never be true.

But who would have thought that today, unexpectedly, that legend would be repeated?

Some of the younger villagers still looked in disbelief.

They couldn’t understand why the fruit tasted so good.

The news spread quickly, and soon even the tribal chiefs and elders gathered.

Their eyes widened when they saw the orchard that was greener, lusher, and taller than the other orchards.

The fruit trees that Bukjin touched were of such good quality that they could truly be called the king of trees.

They couldn’t believe what they were seeing.