The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63 The Hope Potato

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Not only had his supervisor commended him in front of the entire team, his salary had also been raised by one tier.

The trouble was he had purchased far too few potatoes at the time. Just as the benefits began to show, the supply ran out.

So recently he had been distracted, refreshing the Free Market whenever he had a spare second, afraid the mysterious seller might disappear.

At that moment, a gentle notification chimed. The shop he followed had posted an update.

Dylan lunged for his device.

When he read the presale announcement, excitement nearly made him toss his glasses aside.

“It’s here! Finally! The 18th! Mercury Plaza!” He pumped his fist and let out a low shout.

“Dylan, what’s got you smiling like that?” His closest colleague, Benji Waters, approached with a cup of water and curiosity in his eyes.

He had noticed Dylan repeatedly refreshing the same Free Market page and could not help saying. “I’ll be honest, that potato costs a fortune. If you just want potatoes, grab some from the pantry. They’re much cheaper.”

Dylan truly appreciated Benji.

After all, Benji had referred him for this job.

He glanced around, lowered his voice, and spoke in a hushed tone. “Benji, this potato isn’t ordinary. Remember when I repaired that level six thingy? It was because I ate one of those potatoes.”

“What?” Benji paused, disbelief covering his face.

“I’m serious!” Dylan hurried to explain. “I don’t know how to describe it, but after eating it, my thoughts became incredibly clear. The barrier I had struggled with suddenly broke through. My mental strength. even seemed to improve a little.”

“Biggest nonsense I’ve heard this week!” a cutting voice interrupted.

It was Jackson Nobb, the coworker who had always envied Dylan’s abilities.

He had clearly been listening nearby.

With his arms folded and a sneer on his face, he raised his voice. “Everyone, hear this! Dylan claims he ate some miracle potato that boosted his mental power, so he managed to fix a level six mecha. Who are you kidding? You just got lucky. Stop bragging.”

The other technicians in the repair area glanced over, their expressions a combination of concern and curiosity.

Chapter 63 The Hope Potato

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Dylan’s cheeks reddened, yet he chose not to argue with Jackson. He simply said sincerely to Benji, “Benji, trust me this once. Buy a few and try them. The effect truly feels different.”

Seeing how earnest he looked, and recalling that Dylan had indeed repaired that level six mecha everyone considered impossible, Benji began to hesitate.

He nodded. “Alright. Help me reserve some. The 18th, right? I’ll go with you and take a look.”

Jackson gave a dismissive snort and walked away.

Yet the notion that potatoes on the Free Market could enhance mental strength quietly planted itself in the minds of several people at the repair center.

At the Mental Power Research and Rehabilitation Center of Kingdom Third Hospital.

Department head Cheryllina Greene placed the test report down and rubbed her temples. Fatigue and confusion showed plainly on her face.

Half of a potato sample sat on her desk, its surface already darkened by oxidation.

“Still no findings, Ms. Greene?” the young resident Jace Holland asked, unable to hide his disappointment.

Their department had examined the so called hope potato with every instrument available, from genetic sequencing to energy spectrum analysis, dissecting every detail. The results showed no difference from standard potatoes.

“No.” Cheryllina sighed and indicated the data on the report. “Nutritional content, trace minerals, energy readings, every indicator falls within normal potato parameters. We cannot identify any recognized component that influences mental power.”

Head nurse Evelyn Walters spoke next, unable to conceal the faint excitement in her tone. “But Ms. Greene, we shared the few potatoes we managed to obtain through connections last time, and the effects were genuine. My mental stability, worn down by years of night shifts, improved by at least 2%. Jace, didn’t you say that research point you were stuck on suddenly became clear the other night?”

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