What's wrong with me, a mage, loving to farm?

Chapter 354. Rain That Suppresses the Sun

This mark was not made by Kroya, but rather he injected the power of the Celestial Imprint Technique into the Sunflower's Celestial Body, and then it evolved on its own through the divine law of light described by Eden.

The engraving also echoes with countless hymns to sunflowers—

May you ascend to the heavens.

"In place of the sun."

"From eternal solitude and cold, let light shine upon the earth."

The consciousness formed by countless sunflowers and the remaining divine power of the Father of Light both evoked a strange feeling, like being in a sacrificial site—primitive and desolate.

"What an inefficient way to handle faith."

"It is necessary to rely on spiritual materials and rituals to ensure that faith is transmitted intact to the divine."

He couldn't help but complain that, in his opinion, the way the Father of Light worshipped was more about instilling fear of the "unknown" in humans, which is why there were so many complicated ritual steps.

This isn't necessarily a bad thing, but the problem is that doing so would make the transmission of faith very inefficient. Some people who are unable to perform rituals wouldn't even be able to send their faith to the Father of Light.

But it is precisely those who have reached the end of their rope who are most likely and most likely to become fanatics, because faith inherently requires desperation; only by losing everything can one embrace faith without reservation.

—This is what the followers of the demon god are like.

The sunflower fairy, who had somehow ended up sitting on Kroya's shoulder, chimed in with a complaint: "I think so too. It's so easy for the demon gods' followers to make sacrifices; it's nothing like the troublesome things that happen to the true gods."

"Alas, Master, is my divine spell still not complete?"

Although the divine magic was conceived from its body, it did not know whether this high-level divine magic was completely completed, since it had never seen such a thing before.

"Let me see." Chloe rubbed its petals and looked at the ever-changing marking—

【Kroya's Sun Substitution Technique (Incomplete)】

This divine art originates from the ultimate divine art of the Father of Light: "I will replace the sun." Once fully completed, and with the approval of the plane's consciousness, one can temporarily replace the "sun" with oneself.

When one becomes the sun, one must fulfill the duties of the sun.

The time limit for becoming the sun is determined by the degree to which one's duties are fulfilled.

"It's not finished yet."

"Hmm... Once these magic runes are basically complete, I'll help you find some things to assist you."

Kroya thought of the sungrass in another world; with their help, the magic should be completed more smoothly.

"Okay, so what brings you here?" The sunflower fairy pressed her soft flower head against Chloe's face, relying on her completely: "You would never come looking for me if there was nothing wrong."

"..."

That sounds a bit resentful.

Feeling a little guilty, Chloe gave an awkward laugh. "It's my fault. I haven't come to see you for a while."

"Feel sorry."

"I promise I will come to visit you more often in the future. Your divine kingdom makes me feel very comfortable."

He comforted the sunflower and took out the sun ore: "Can you extract the life force inside? Like extracting ordinary sunlight?"

After being comforted, the sunflower extended a radiant golden tentacle, enveloped the ore, and carefully sensed it for a while. Then, it revealed an expression of ecstatic joy, and a warm light emanated from around its petals.

"Father!"

"Father!"

It exclaimed almost impatiently, its voice brimming with surprise, "There's something in here!"

"It's delicious!"

As it said this, it couldn't wait to start using its power to break down the ore. In just a few seconds, the violent and ferocious energy inside the ore was filtered out, leaving only flowing light that was like both gas and liquid.

That is extremely pure solar energy.

Based on his perception and calculations, even this small amount was enough to power a golem for a month.

A single ore suffices to power a golem for a month.

What kind of super energy is this?

Solar energy—it's terrifying.

"But is filtering it that simple for you?" Kroa asked curiously. "The methods for filtering this kind of energy in the astral plane are the secrets of each faction. How could you make it so easy?"

"Is it because of the poem of rainbows?"

He initially thought it was another example of the magical power of "The Rainbow Poem," but to his surprise, the sunflower shook its head: "No! Father, have you ever considered that the sun's light, in its quest to penetrate boundless darkness and cold, also yearns for warmth?"

"Um?"

This was something Kroya hadn't expected.

At least so far, the sunlight he has felt has been selfless, lofty, and powerful, viewing all things equally, without any feelings of "fear" or "desire".

He also always believed that the sun could not possibly have such emotions.

As the source of life for all things, how could the sun be afraid? How could it yearn for warmth... It is itself the warmest being.

"Let me experience it with you." He directly connected his mental energy with the sunflower, then took out a piece of sun ore and handed it to it: "Here you go."

Sunflower, of course, wouldn't refuse, and even thoughtfully and slowly began filtering the ore, presenting everything clearly to Kroya from extraction to filtration.

This wasn't the first time he'd sensed it this way, because he had to learn the magic that filtered sunlight, the Seven Luminaries Separation spell, several special druidic spells, and the "Rainbow Poem" before he could imprint them.

But this time, what I felt was...

Upon sensing the sunflower's gentle touch, the powerful solar energy within it, like a child long lonely in the darkness grasping at a straw, surrendered itself without hesitation.

The solar energy flows through the sunflower's roots and body, and it seems to receive a warm comfort, finally releasing its energy with satisfaction, while it disappears into the sunflower's warmth like morning dew.

In the instant it disappeared, it seemed to let out a satisfied sigh.

It was as soft as a murmur, yet it carried a unique rhythm and a magical tremor.

"Spirituality."

"A prayer?"

Kroya sensed many of them in succession, and his eyes lit up. He was absolutely certain that these solar ore stones contained spirituality! It was this spirituality that was limiting the energy release of the solar ore stones.

Rainbow sunflowers are inherently very inclusive; whatever you are, you can receive a "gift" from them, and it is an unconditional gift—all of this originates from the selfless and great sun.

Light shines forth, and sunlight shines without expecting anything in return.

Logically, it should have depleted its power quickly by giving it away so casually, but the opposite was true. The more it gave, the more it received. Every time Kroya saw it, he felt like he was seeing a Buddha statue in his past life.

This was something he had never seen in any of the gods. In his view, those gods were nothing more than strong people who ascended to the throne, and they had no divinity at all. They could only be called "god-level strong people".

But the sunflower gave him a feeling of being truly divine.

Therefore, he increasingly supports the sunflower's independent development, and even gradually removes the chapters of "The Poem of the Rainbow" from its imprints—those chapters he imprinted, which added his thoughts and could serve as inspiration and guidance, but were by no means the sunflower's final path.

Thinking of this, he suddenly patted the sunflower with emotion, "There's not much I can guide you with anymore. I'm afraid you'll have to walk the road ahead by yourself."

Upon hearing Kroya's words, the sunflower was horrified—it had truly faded completely, its once iridescent color turning grayish-white and transparent. It huddled forcefully into Kroya's arms.

While arching back, she cried out, "No!"

"Are you going to abandon me?!"

"If you abandon me, I'd rather destroy myself!"

Kroa: "..."

He helplessly hugged the sunflower to comfort it. Its noble divinity suddenly disappeared, leaving only a dog-like wholehearted dependence and fear of being abandoned by its owner.

Even Kroa didn't know the source of its current fear. As a sunflower that had almost ascended to godhood, its life would be so long as to be almost eternal. It couldn't imagine what it would be like to be without its father in eternity.

Perhaps when it was still confused and ignorant, one day it suddenly rained. The raindrops turned into a cold and damp mist in the garden. Although it was supposed to nourish their life, it made it feel very panicked.

It seems that everything... has lost all light.

The storm was more terrifying and painful for it than the direct onslaught of wind and rain; it was a nightmare it could never forget.

"..."

"Tick-tock, tick-tock."

Suddenly, the sound of water dripping rang out.

From the sunflower petals, one after another shimmering teardrop seeped out, gently dripping onto the ground, yet splashing up tiny droplets of water.

The surrounding sunflowers seemed to sense the pain of their "god" and released some fearful and sad emotions as well, turning the once bright and beautiful sunflower garden into a place filled with sorrow.

A damp and chilly rain mist rose from somewhere and rushed toward Kroya. The pervasive chill was more uncomfortable than a storm hitting one's body directly.

The sun ore, having lost all its luster and fallen to the ground, suddenly rose up with trembling sounds filled with sorrow and grief.

In just a moment, things started to go wrong.

That persistent damp cold...

It's even suppressing the light emanating from Kroa!

The brilliance of "Poem of Rainbows" is gradually losing its color!

Ok.

Even though there have been enough strange things happening today, this one still makes Kroya feel incredible—the rain curtain suppresses the sun!

This is impossible.

Another thing I've never seen before has appeared.

The movement that suppresses "Poem of the Rainbow".

That's right.

The music emanating from the depleted solar ore is the melody that suppresses the "Poem of the Rainbow"! It was stirred by the sunflower, even affecting its thoughts, leading to this situation.

He looked down at the sunflower, which was still crying uncontrollably, and found that its mental energy was extremely stable, completely out of the ordinary chaos caused by being guided by mental magic.

This means that these sorrows and pains are inherent to it!

"You're actually experiencing this kind of pain?"

He held the sunflowers, not using the power of "The Rainbow Poem," but using the elemental power that all mages possess to sense his surroundings. The continuous rain and mist seemed to resonate with the sunflowers in some strange way.

The sunflowers, which should have been praising the sun and spreading warmth, were affected by these melodies. The warm light turned into a continuous, damp mist, as if to trap life in dampness forever.

"What exactly is this thing?"

After thinking for a moment, Kroya found himself somewhat at a loss.

With his understanding of magic and music, destroying this place would be very easy—this is the brute force that mages excel at, but unfortunately, this is the sunflower's divine kingdom.

You can't just violently demolish this place.

All he could do was unravel the mystery of the musical movement step by step.

"It shouldn't be part of the Primordial Poem, but it has that feel, that ability to influence all laws of nature."

He reached out to try and catch the raindrops, but could only watch them slip away silently. The raindrops fell without a sound, and the rain curtain grew colder and damper, with sad music lingering around him.

Those sounds he had long forgotten or paid no attention to, contained within the symphony, echoed in his mind—

There are those who weep bitterly in the rain after losing loved ones and friends, the pain of which lingers in their hearts for the rest of their lives; there are those who feel despair after losing money and status; and there are those who suffer the lingering pain of breaking their favorite or a friend's toy, a pain that will never be forgotten...

It's not just humans.

The monsters searched for food in the biting wind and heavy snow, but despaired when they couldn't find any, and died of hunger and cold; the magical plants stretched out their roots to try to draw water, stretched out their branches to try to feel the sun, and tried to nurture their seeds, but were easily destroyed...

"So much sadness is hidden within the golden symphony."

"It's alright."

He gently stroked the sunflower, then closed his eyes, quietly feeling the rain and the erosion of sorrow, letting everything become a river that lifted him up.

Brute force cannot solve the problem.

"I will forgive you no matter what."

He attempted to incorporate this lament into his symphony.

But it failed.

First failure.

The consequences of this failure were quite severe.

The symphony was eroded by the rain.

In the North, and indeed in all the places covered by his power, the land that should have been nourished by the sun suddenly began to rain.

It wasn't a sudden downpour, but rather a continuous drizzle and a dampness that made you feel cold and uncomfortable to the bone.

No matter where you hide, even in a room with a fireplace, dampness will still follow you like a shadow, and there is no way to avoid it.

My clothes weren't wet, and there were no water droplets on my body, but that damp, cold feeling, like a leech clinging to my bones, was ever-present.

It cannot be escaped, nor can it be eliminated.

Divine arts and magic have all lost their effectiveness.

Everyone, everyone who knew about Kroya's power, suddenly stood up and looked towards the Desert Reef Island, which was now under the intense scrutiny of the rain.

Even the fallen gods and Eurydice and the Titan puppets who were plotting against the gods stopped their actions.

They all turned their gazes toward Hanjiao Island, which was shrouded in cold, damp rain and mist.

But the first to notice something was wrong were not them, but the mermaids living in the sea of ​​Atlantis.

(End of this chapter)