Prologue

　　8:06 a.m.

　　A fine rain fell like thousands of silver threads, endlessly weaving and lingering.

　　Looking out from the balcony, the raindrops formed lines, falling to the ground, water splashing everywhere, shrouding everything in a misty haze.

　　A chime broke the room’s silence, making the person anxiously watching outside from the balcony turn around. He muttered, “Why haven’t they come yet?”

　　He hurried over to pick up his phone. A woman’s voice came through: “Ha, James Carter, the flight is at one o’clock sharp this afternoon, don’t forget!”

　　“I won’t, Linda Carter, I’ll be at the airport by noon.”

　　“Alright, I’ll wait for you.”

　　After hanging up, James Carter ran back to the balcony, looking down at the path below.

　　At this moment, the rain grew heavier, the drops merging into lines pouring from the sky. Though the air, moistened by the rain, carried a fresh and damp scent, he was in no mood to appreciate it. He glanced down one more time, confirming he hadn’t seen the delivery company staff arrive, and muttered, “They promised to deliver the new seeds at eight today—why aren’t they here yet?”

　　He reached for a small ox horn and examined it closely. Seeing no one around, he let his mind sink into it.

　　It was a strange sensation. Whenever James Carter closed his eyes, he felt as if he merged into a halo of light, and before him appeared a beautiful world like a landscape painting.

　　Golden light filled the sky, radiating over everything. A glowing orb hung dozens of meters above, and everywhere was suffused with a fragrance even fresher than the rain.

　　The entire sky was shrouded in a beautiful halo. Below was a field rich with the scent of earth, split in two by a small stream. The stream was only twenty meters long, but its current was swift, the water cool and crystal clear, with fish swimming within.

　　Dozens of fruit trees grew on either side of the stream, along with a small patch of wheat. The scenery was truly picturesque, with a faint mist carrying a fresh fragrance, swirling throughout the space.

　　Above the sky, a number appeared: 1500.

　　Its meaning was unknown. Originally, this number was a pitiful 50. After planting, it should have increased slowly, but now, no matter how many seeds were added, it didn’t change.

　　Carrying two acres of land with him, others could expand their space as they planted more, but why couldn’t he?

　　James Carter could only stay on the balcony, lost in thought. After two years, he had already figured out some of the mysteries of this little ox horn he’d bought from a secondhand shop.

　　The energy it needed was absorbed from the light of the sun and moon.

　　To expand the space, he had planted many things, discovering that within the space, there were no pests, no frost, no seasons, but also no extra growth effects. Although planting more could slowly increase the space, it was clear he had reached a limit.

　　However, he had also discovered another secret: this space could identify plants. Any plant brought in would have its characteristics displayed.

　　If a seed not yet recorded by the space was planted and could be propagated for generations, at the very least, the number would increase rapidly—James Carter was now eagerly awaiting the new batch of genetically modified rice seeds.

　　As he waited anxiously, a sound suddenly came from outside.

　　James Carter hurried to the balcony to look, and sure enough, someone was braving the rain, arriving at his house.

　　James Carter quickly ran downstairs to open the door.

　　As soon as the door opened, the damp air rushed in, revealing the surprised face of the delivery person who had just been about to knock.

　　“Are you Mr. James Carter?”

　　“That’s me, here’s my ID.”

　　“Alright, please sign here. This is your package!”

　　James Carter impatiently signed, took the package, barely containing his excitement. After watching the delivery person leave, he closed the door and tore open the package.

　　It was seeds—the new genetically modified rice seeds, which could be propagated as original stock. He had gone to great lengths to get them.

　　Unable to wait, he grabbed the seeds, and in a flash, they disappeared.

　　Within the space, the spiritual form of James Carter was immediately greeted by a surge of green light, so intense it even outshone the golden glow in the sky. The light was emanating from the packet of seeds.

　　“A new plant species detected. Please name it!” a voice said.

　　Almost simultaneously, a faint point of light appeared before him, rapidly expanding into a semi-transparent data frame, softly glowing as it floated in his field of vision. A flood of data appeared before William Carter's eyes.

　　At the center of the data frame was a close-up of the packet of seeds.

　　James Carter stepped forward and found that aside from the appearance of the seeds, everything else was blank, with only “No. 9 Rice Seed” filled in.

　　“Recording complete. Please proceed with planting!”