Two weeks had passed since the second planting. The goblins were more efficient than ever. They watered the crops, removed weeds, and guarded the farmland with discipline. Even a few of the elite goblin fighters lent a hand in the field when they weren't training.
That morning, the sun cast a warm light over the now-mature field. Lee Jun stood at the edge, gazing at the lush radishes with a satisfied smile.
"Looks like they're even bigger than last time," he muttered to himself.
Godon approached with a proud grin, holding up a giant radish with its leafy greens still intact.
"Gor!" he grunted triumphantly.
Jun chuckled and patted Godon on the head. "Good job, Godon."
By late afternoon, they began harvesting. It took nearly half a day to uproot and collect all the radishes from the newly expanded 800-square-meter field. After sorting and packing, Jun and Kang Minho tallied the total yield.
Roughly 3,500 radishes were ready for sale.
Jun decided to set aside about 350 radishes for personal use and goblin consumption. The rest were packaged and sent to his parents to sell at the market.
That Evening…
Inside the small wooden hut, Jun sat with Minho, both of them looking at a small tablet screen. A message had just come in from Jun's parents:
"The radishes sold out fast. The quality was amazing. We earned 8 million won total!"
Jun blinked, staring at the message in disbelief.
"Eight… million?" he whispered.
Minho dropped his spoon. "What?! Are you serious?!"
"It's real…" Jun leaned back, eyes wide with shock. "Eight million won…"
His voice trembled—not because of the money itself, but because for the first time since becoming a Hunter, he actually felt… accomplished.
"With this… I can feed the goblins without worrying. I can buy real tools, maybe even start building storage sheds or irrigation… maybe even—"
Minho burst out laughing. "You could even hire a girlfriend for the goblins!"
Jun tossed a pillow at him. "You idiot."
But laughter filled the hut that night—not because of the money alone, but because they could finally see a future ahead of them. Not as warriors chasing power, but as farmers building something real… something worth protecting.