Beastmen Kings At My Feet [Reverse Harem] - Chapter 82: Chapter 82
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From the moment Veronica finished dressing and stepped out of her door, the curtain of the live broadcast quietly rose.
The camera, like a nimble sprite, hovered above Veronica's head, silently capturing every minute movement she made.
Sunlight filtered through the treetops, casting a warm glow on her, highlighting her determined and energetic stride.
Veronica felt a strange sensation, as if invisible eyes were watching her. She tilted her head slightly and glanced back. The camera floated quietly in the air, like a flying eye, silently recording everything.
Quickening her pace, Veronica ran along the path toward the experimental fields. As she ran, the live broadcast's visuals became more vivid.
The audience in the live stream was abuzz with excitement, their opinions colliding and intertwining in the chat.
"Do you think Ms. Byrne will succeed this time?" one viewer asked, their voice tinged with anticipation and anxiety.
This immediately drew the attention of others, and the chat messages scrolled rapidly.
"Are you doubting an S-level female? Of course she can," a fan quickly defended Veronica, his tone brimming with trust and pride in his idol.
In their eyes, the capabilities and strength of an S-level female were beyond reproach, and this task would be no exception.
However, not everyone shared the same opinion. "If it were that easy, the crops wouldn't have withered in the first place," another viewer countered.
Despite the differing opinions, Veronica remained unaffected by the chatter. To her, the discussions and doubts were mere ephemera. She focused solely on her goal and the task at hand.
Veronica stopped to catch her breath, and her forehead glistened with sweat. Ignoring her fatigue, she turned and approached the crops that had been lush and green the night before but now lay withered and yellow.
Her eyes scanned every inch of the land, searching for clues as to why the crops had suddenly wilted. But she found no answers.
Her brows furrowed, and her heart filled with confusion and anxiety. These crops were the result of their hard work. If she couldn't find the cause, it would mean their efforts were in vain and could lead to even greater losses.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Veronica stood up again and focused her psychic power on the withered crops.
Closing her eyes, she concentrated on channeling her psychic power, trying to establish a connection with the plants.
Gradually, she felt her psychic power begin to resonate with the crops. It was as if she could hear them speaking to her, sharing their pain and struggle. Carefully, she guided the psychic energy through the plants, hoping to find a solution.
Her efforts paid off. The once-brown leaves, under the nourishment of her psychic power, began to regain their vitality. They slowly turned from yellow to green, coming back to life. Veronica finally let out a sigh of relief, her anxiety easing slightly.
The people around her and the viewers in the live stream cheered.
"I knew Ms. Byrne could do it," one exclaimed.
"No wonder she's a genius. She found the solution so quickly," another added.
But Veronica knew this was only a temporary fix. If she didn't identify the root cause of the withering, it would happen again.
As time passed, Veronica immersed herself in the task of reviving the crops. She carefully observed the condition of each plant, using her unique psychic power to sense their needs.
She understood that every plant had its own life force and growth rhythm, and only by truly understanding them could she help them thrive.
Veronica squatted down and gently caressed the leaves of the crops, as if engaging in a silent conversation with them.
She felt the pulse of the plants, listened to their voices, and tried to understand their predicament. In this process, her own mood gradually calmed, as if she had become one with the land and the crops.
After restoring one section of crops, Veronica slowly withdrew her hand and turned to look at the withered plants beside her. She took a deep breath, adjusted her state, and then walked over.
She knew the task ahead was still arduous, but she was ready. Veronica calmly raised her hand and used her psychic power once again.
However, the withered crops were too numerous to count, spread across every corner of the experimental field. It seemed that no matter how hard she tried to nourish them, she couldn't change their fate of gradual decay.
In the live stream, the viewers were growing weary. They had once placed endless hope in this land, but the current scene left them disappointed and disheartened.
Veronica felt the same exhaustion and helplessness. She withdrew her hand, rubbed her temples to alleviate her fatigue, and walked toward another section of crops, intending to continue using her psychic power.
Before she had taken more than a few steps, Veronica's vision went dark, and she lost her balance, fainting. The people around her let out a cry of alarm and quickly moved to support her, fearing she might get hurt.
Veronica only heard the cries of concern around her before slipping into a deep unconsciousness. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious or where she was.
When Veronica slowly opened her eyes, she found herself lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by the smell of disinfectant.
In front of her was Joshua's handsome face, etched with anxiety and worry. He stared at her intently, as if afraid she might close her eyes again.
Seeing Joshua's concern, Veronica couldn't help but want to comfort him. She weakly moved her fingers, signaling that he needn't worry.
Veronica noticed the medical equipment attached to her and the familiar beeping sounds of the machines. A faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
Joshua, seeing her smile, couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration. "Mistress, didn't you say you'd take care of yourself? Why did you get hurt?" he said, unable to hide his concern.
Veronica raised her hand and gently patted Joshua's hand, trying to reassure him. "Don't be angry. I'm fine. Trust me. I know what I'm doing."
Joshua was both anxious and angry. He had intended to put on a stern face and scold her properly, to make her understand how worried she had made him.
But when he saw her pale and weak face, his anger dissipated by half. 'Forget it, no matter what she does, I just need to support her,' he thought to himself.
He understood that everyone had their own ideas and ways of doing things, and Veronica was no exception. Although some of her actions might not meet his expectations, Joshua still needed to respect her choices and decisions.
There was a unique charm and passion about her that Joshua always found captivating. Veronica was always so dedicated, showing immense sincerity and enthusiasm toward everyone and everything.
Reflecting on their time together, Joshua realized it was this very aspect of her that had drawn him in.
Veronica was giving her all, and her sincerity and fervor were undeniable. He felt she was someone truly worth cherishing. Now, he had even less reason to blame her.
Joshua took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions. He knew that the priority now was to address the immediate trouble and understand each other. Only then could they grow together and face life's challenges as a team.
The camera, like a nimble sprite, hovered above Veronica's head, silently capturing every minute movement she made.
Sunlight filtered through the treetops, casting a warm glow on her, highlighting her determined and energetic stride.
Veronica felt a strange sensation, as if invisible eyes were watching her. She tilted her head slightly and glanced back. The camera floated quietly in the air, like a flying eye, silently recording everything.
Quickening her pace, Veronica ran along the path toward the experimental fields. As she ran, the live broadcast's visuals became more vivid.
The audience in the live stream was abuzz with excitement, their opinions colliding and intertwining in the chat.
"Do you think Ms. Byrne will succeed this time?" one viewer asked, their voice tinged with anticipation and anxiety.
This immediately drew the attention of others, and the chat messages scrolled rapidly.
"Are you doubting an S-level female? Of course she can," a fan quickly defended Veronica, his tone brimming with trust and pride in his idol.
In their eyes, the capabilities and strength of an S-level female were beyond reproach, and this task would be no exception.
However, not everyone shared the same opinion. "If it were that easy, the crops wouldn't have withered in the first place," another viewer countered.
Despite the differing opinions, Veronica remained unaffected by the chatter. To her, the discussions and doubts were mere ephemera. She focused solely on her goal and the task at hand.
Veronica stopped to catch her breath, and her forehead glistened with sweat. Ignoring her fatigue, she turned and approached the crops that had been lush and green the night before but now lay withered and yellow.
Her eyes scanned every inch of the land, searching for clues as to why the crops had suddenly wilted. But she found no answers.
Her brows furrowed, and her heart filled with confusion and anxiety. These crops were the result of their hard work. If she couldn't find the cause, it would mean their efforts were in vain and could lead to even greater losses.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Veronica stood up again and focused her psychic power on the withered crops.
Closing her eyes, she concentrated on channeling her psychic power, trying to establish a connection with the plants.
Gradually, she felt her psychic power begin to resonate with the crops. It was as if she could hear them speaking to her, sharing their pain and struggle. Carefully, she guided the psychic energy through the plants, hoping to find a solution.
Her efforts paid off. The once-brown leaves, under the nourishment of her psychic power, began to regain their vitality. They slowly turned from yellow to green, coming back to life. Veronica finally let out a sigh of relief, her anxiety easing slightly.
The people around her and the viewers in the live stream cheered.
"I knew Ms. Byrne could do it," one exclaimed.
"No wonder she's a genius. She found the solution so quickly," another added.
But Veronica knew this was only a temporary fix. If she didn't identify the root cause of the withering, it would happen again.
As time passed, Veronica immersed herself in the task of reviving the crops. She carefully observed the condition of each plant, using her unique psychic power to sense their needs.
She understood that every plant had its own life force and growth rhythm, and only by truly understanding them could she help them thrive.
Veronica squatted down and gently caressed the leaves of the crops, as if engaging in a silent conversation with them.
She felt the pulse of the plants, listened to their voices, and tried to understand their predicament. In this process, her own mood gradually calmed, as if she had become one with the land and the crops.
After restoring one section of crops, Veronica slowly withdrew her hand and turned to look at the withered plants beside her. She took a deep breath, adjusted her state, and then walked over.
She knew the task ahead was still arduous, but she was ready. Veronica calmly raised her hand and used her psychic power once again.
However, the withered crops were too numerous to count, spread across every corner of the experimental field. It seemed that no matter how hard she tried to nourish them, she couldn't change their fate of gradual decay.
In the live stream, the viewers were growing weary. They had once placed endless hope in this land, but the current scene left them disappointed and disheartened.
Veronica felt the same exhaustion and helplessness. She withdrew her hand, rubbed her temples to alleviate her fatigue, and walked toward another section of crops, intending to continue using her psychic power.
Before she had taken more than a few steps, Veronica's vision went dark, and she lost her balance, fainting. The people around her let out a cry of alarm and quickly moved to support her, fearing she might get hurt.
Veronica only heard the cries of concern around her before slipping into a deep unconsciousness. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious or where she was.
When Veronica slowly opened her eyes, she found herself lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by the smell of disinfectant.
In front of her was Joshua's handsome face, etched with anxiety and worry. He stared at her intently, as if afraid she might close her eyes again.
Seeing Joshua's concern, Veronica couldn't help but want to comfort him. She weakly moved her fingers, signaling that he needn't worry.
Veronica noticed the medical equipment attached to her and the familiar beeping sounds of the machines. A faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
Joshua, seeing her smile, couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration. "Mistress, didn't you say you'd take care of yourself? Why did you get hurt?" he said, unable to hide his concern.
Veronica raised her hand and gently patted Joshua's hand, trying to reassure him. "Don't be angry. I'm fine. Trust me. I know what I'm doing."
Joshua was both anxious and angry. He had intended to put on a stern face and scold her properly, to make her understand how worried she had made him.
But when he saw her pale and weak face, his anger dissipated by half. 'Forget it, no matter what she does, I just need to support her,' he thought to himself.
He understood that everyone had their own ideas and ways of doing things, and Veronica was no exception. Although some of her actions might not meet his expectations, Joshua still needed to respect her choices and decisions.
There was a unique charm and passion about her that Joshua always found captivating. Veronica was always so dedicated, showing immense sincerity and enthusiasm toward everyone and everything.
Reflecting on their time together, Joshua realized it was this very aspect of her that had drawn him in.
Veronica was giving her all, and her sincerity and fervor were undeniable. He felt she was someone truly worth cherishing. Now, he had even less reason to blame her.
Joshua took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions. He knew that the priority now was to address the immediate trouble and understand each other. Only then could they grow together and face life's challenges as a team.
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