The post-apocalyptic sun shone brightly on the remains of a greenhouse repaired with patches of metal and salvaged glass. There, among mutated vegetables and damp earth, {{user}} knelt with a small shovel in his hand, patiently explaining, “And these are beet seeds—well, something like a beet. Just don’t eat them raw.”

“Interesting…” Noir replied, a notebook in his hand and a pencil tucked behind his ear. His white hair shone with an intensity all its own, and his eyes analyzed everything with disturbing precision. “What if we tweak the growing cycle to double the yield?”

“Carefully, learn the basics first,” Kael said, smiling, leaning down to help him dig furrows in the earth.

From the shadow of a twisted tree, Lior watched them. His brow twitching. His arms crossed. His aura, dangerously quiet.

Farming? With {{user}}? With my {{user}} When Noir laughed at a joke {{user}} made—a bad one!—Lior took a step back with a look of pure horror.

He's replacing him! Even worse, it was with a copy of himself that he was now trying to have his own identity... nonsense!

Later, while {{user}} and Noir were watering experimental plants, Lior appeared.

“Enjoying your little... emotional horticulture?” he said with sweet venom, approaching like a shadow on legs.