The difference was that all the prices for the food on Wen Xiangjie's fully automatic ordering machine menu were zero, and the daily limited dishes had no limit for Wen Xiangjie; she could eat as much as she wanted.
She ordered a table full of delicious food, including the evernight ice and snow hotpot that had caused a student to wail in despair because he couldn't eat it.
After finishing everything, Wen Xiangjie hugged her stomach, lay on a lounge chair, and let out a satisfied burp.
She was alive!
This was the food a person should eat!
After enjoying another sumptuous dinner that evening, Wen Xiangjie felt the blissful carbohydrate-induced daze that nutrient solutions couldn't provide, and she collapsed onto her bed, falling directly into a deep sleep.
The last ray of sunlight was obscured by the thick fog, and night fell once more, signifying the imminent arrival of a new wave of evil creature attacks.
Lin Zhaokai's face was even darker than the swirling thick fog around him.
Only now did he finally accept the fact that Witch Arabella had not come to his farm.
Lin Zhaokai's expression became distorted.
Who was it! Whose gold coin count could possibly be higher than his!
How could this be!
Ordinary students couldn't possibly know about the hidden mechanism of Witch Arabella's Shop, and he was the only Family scion participating in the Magic Farm Game Copy.
Therefore, besides him, no one else would have kept gold coins on them at this time; they should have used all their gold coins to upgrade their land and race against time to plant and harvest vegetables.
Under such circumstances, if someone still had more gold coins than him, it most likely indicated one thing—
That person's farm development progress was probably extremely fast, and it was highly possible they had already upgraded all their land to the Land with Buried Magic Crystal Ore; otherwise, they wouldn't be carrying over 100,000 gold coins.
No, impossible! How could anyone's progress be so far ahead of his!
Perhaps that person was just lucky, and at that time, they had just finished harvesting and hadn't had time to plant a new batch.
It must be like that!
Despite comforting himself this way, Lin Zhaokai's expression remained extremely grim.
Having missed the opportunity to obtain Witch Arabella's Token, he could only, like other commoners, gamble on the refresh time of Witch Arabella's Shop.
Damn it, if he found out who that person was, he would never let them live to attend university!
Striving to compose himself, Lin Zhaokai braced himself to face tonight's evil creature attack.
Today was the sixth day, and the overall level of the evil creatures would increase by one level; even with his Danger Prediction talent, he had to be cautious tonight.
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Tonight, the fog shrouding the farm seemed even thicker and darker.
Amidst the swirling fog, Undead Swordsmen, dragging their greatswords, emerged from the thick mist.
The students peeking out through the door cracks looked very serious and tense.
From their appearance, these Undead Swordsmen were visibly at least twice as strong as the previous Wandering Undead.
After checking the data, they realized they had been too naive.
The attributes of these Undead Swordsmen were ten times stronger than the Wandering Undead from last night!
Was this crappy game copy not even bothering to pretend anymore, just trying to kill them!
The ordinary arrow towers and ordinary magic towers in the farm immediately attacked the Undead Swordsmen.
A round of three arrows plus a normal fireball spell would normally have taken out at least half of a Wandering Undead's health bar, but now, landing on an Undead Swordsman, it only chipped away a negligible sliver of its health, not even delaying its advance for a second.
Seeing this, all the students felt their vision go black.
How were they supposed to fight this???
Advanced arrow towers and advanced magic towers did some damage, but not much.
Even multiple advanced arrow towers and advanced magic towers attacking an Undead Swordsman together were useless, because the Undead Swordsman's defense was too strong, making it difficult for advanced arrow towers and advanced magic towers to break its defense.
The clear-headed students had already gritted their teeth and bought mechanical arrow towers and hybrid magic towers.
Fortunately, mechanical arrow towers and hybrid magic towers could damage Undead Swordsmen, and if lucky, if the mechanical arrow towers and hybrid magic towers aimed well, they could occasionally eliminate one or two Undead Swordsmen, so this wave wasn't a loss.
The smarter students breathed a sigh of relief, but their expressions remained very grave.
It was only the sixth day, and the evil creatures had only upgraded once, yet they were already so difficult to deal with.
What if the evil creatures upgraded again by the eleventh day?
How would they defend themselves then?
Many people could analyze that the main weapons of the Magic Farm in the future would be Magic Plants, but being able to analyze it was one thing, and being able to grow them was another!
Looking at the solitary Magic Plant: Creeping Cinquefoil or Magic Plant: Mandrake in their own farms, attacking the evil creatures one by one, the students showed bitter smiles.
Indeed, no matter what game copy it was, the essence was all about luck.
Wen Xiangjie's farm also faced a new wave of Undead Swordsmen attacks.
The attributes of this batch of Undead Swordsmen were stronger than the single Undead Swordsman created by the resentful thick fog trying to show Wen Xiangjie a lesson a few nights ago.
However, it seemed to make no difference to Wen Xiangjie's farm.
Large numbers of Undead Swordsmen had just emerged from the thick fog when they collapsed before it.
Even they probably didn't understand which attack had killed them.
Was it a fire-ball attack, an ice-ball attack, an octagonal attack, a purification attack, or perhaps a casual area-of-effect spell from the old man floating in the air above the manor's gate?
They only knew that everything happened too fast.
It was like a computer that had just been turned on, only to have its screen smashed with a punch, forcing it back into hibernation.
If it weren't for the Undead Swordsmen quickly dissipating completely after death, a thick stack of white bones would probably be piled up in front of the thick fog by now.
But it wasn't bad now; the dazzling gold coins scattered everywhere were also a medal of honor for Wen Xiangjie's farm's formidable combat power.
Perhaps it was because the evil creatures spawned for five consecutive nights, including tonight, were easily defeated by Wen Xiangjie's farm, or perhaps it was because today was the sixth day, and the fog's strength had also increased.
The thick fog condensed into two vortices, as if stirred by some invisible force, rotating and twisting, with a sound from the center of the vortex like a rusted blade scraping against rotten wood, making one uncomfortable just hearing it.
The vortices condensed and grew larger, and when they were about two-thirds the height of the arrow towers and magic towers, they finally stopped, no longer expanding.
Then the two vortices pulsed outwards frantically, as if a heart trying to break free from the confines of a body, as if something deep within was trying to emerge from the vortex.