Ankit stood deep within his vast underground 500‑acre palace, carved into the earth. Gazing at the bare stone halls, he murmured, "Surface resources like wood are needed."
WHOOSH! Terra Glide activated—he blurred through the earth, emerging atop the mountain range in seconds. Towering trees, strengthened by essence flow, surrounded him. With a single deep breath, Arborforge Symphony unleashed:
Blades of wind (2,700 km/h) swept through the forest—one hundred massive trees fell instantly, sliced into flawless lumber stacks mid-air. Water mist from the Sacral Core softened the mighty trunks into pliable clay. Tables, chairs, and bed frames shaped themselves like living sculptures.
Solar fire lanced nearby boulders, melting granite into liquid metal rivers.
One hundred thousand diamond‑hard nails were forged and flew precisely into place. Neutral Essence wove the molecular architecture—furniture snapped perfectly into formation across the mountainside.
In three minutes, unique and beautiful furniture—tables, chairs, bed frames—worth billions stood complete. Sacral clone then transported everything to the underground fortress.
He repeated the process again and, after using all his energy, completed the furnishing and décor of the palace‑fortress.
All rooms were designed with precise perfection, especially the top four rooms, aligned horizontally with each other.
These rooms were tailor‑made for each family member according to their personality and needs.
Kamal's Room (Father):
A large wooden bed with a sturdy frame and neatly spread blankets. A heavy study desk for holding newspapers, a small lamp, and his favourite cup. A comfortable recliner sat in the corner, perfect for reading or relaxing. The walls featured carved wooden plaques depicting strength and endurance, symbolising Kamal's steady presence. A bronze statue of a lion stood near the doorway, representing protection and courage.
Neelam's Room (Mother):
Soft and inviting, Neelam's room had a double bed covered in plush pillows and quilts. A wooden dressing table with a large mirror (bought from a store) was adorned with delicate, empty jewellery boxes. A small sofa invited moments of rest and conversation. Colourful paintings of blooming flowers decorated the walls, and a carved wooden statue of a mother embracing a child stood on a side table, honouring her nurturing spirit.
Sanya's Room (Sister):
Bright and lively, Sanya's room had a single bed dressed in purple sheets and a cosy comforter. A study desk and chair waited for her online sessions. A small statue of a soaring phoenix perched on her shelf, symbolising youthful energy and rebirth. A large carving of a beautiful butterfly spread across her ceiling.
Ankit's Room:
Practical and focused, Ankit's room featured a simple wooden bed. A tall bookshelf waited to be filled with technique scrolls. The room was decorated with minimalist calligraphy scrolls emphasising strength and perseverance, and a small statue of a dragon curled protectively on his desk—a symbol of power and wisdom.
Each room blended comfort with personal meaning, transforming their underground palace into a true home where strength and family intertwined.
After finishing his work and resting for two hours, Sacral clone made his way toward the fields.
The field was huge, divided into perfect sections:
- Wheat section – golden waves, ready for harvest
- Rice section – paddies shimmering with water
- Vegetables – carrots, spinach, tomatoes growing fast
- Potato fields – soil rich and dark
- Spice corner – chilli, coriander, and more, smelling strong
Each section had its own red sun, made by Solar clone. Floating twenty metres high, they gave perfect heat and light for the crops—no real sun needed.
Sacral clone looked at the fields, amazed. "These crops matured in just half a month. And they're healthier, more nutritious than normal crops. This is clearly magic, right?"
Others waited three to four months for harvest. He got everything in fifteen days: wheat golden and heavy, rice full of grains, vegetables huge and crisp, potatoes massive, spices extra strong.
Red suns provided perfect light. Water Essence made the soil super fertile. Growth was ten times faster.
And the fortress don't just have these 5 suns. There are 1000 of them providing light in the fortress.
"Magic? No. Cultivation," the clone smiled. "Solar clone's suns plus my water‑type Essence Flow equals a perfect farm."
Ankit's family would eat super‑food daily—stronger, healthier. The underground palace now had endless nutrition. Sacral clone planned to harvest these crops in a few days.
He channelled water‑type Essence Flow through the soil; irrigation channels glowed blue, watering every plant perfectly.
After finishing his work, Sacral clone went to play Free Fire.
Solar clone created techniques and kept the family safe. Sacral clone planned for the future, and Ankit's main body focused on cultivation.
Two days passed quickly, and Sacral clone returned to harvest the crops. He had also created a technique specifically for harvesting them.