Apocalypse: Reborn with a Soul Sync Farming Space System-Chapter 64 Puffer Fish

Meanwhile back in the Vile Valley, Laurel and Chris dug deeper trenches around the farmland, channeling the excess water away.

Laurel rested her hands on her knees, hiding under the shades of the Tarps. Chris stood beside her, water dripping from the ends of his hair, completely disheveled.

His skin was like snow, pale and soft. Laurel couldn’t help stealing a few glances. ’How can a man be this beautiful? Did he mistakenly choose the wrong gender in heaven?’ Laurel couldn’t help but think to herself.

"What? I’ve seen someone as pretty as me?" Chris turned to her, his lips were pinkish-red, not too thin and not too full.

Laurel quickly looked away. "I’m just wondering how a man can be so pretty. My skin isn’t as clear and pale as yours," she muttered under her breath.

Chris tilted his perfectly chiseled chin high, before running his finger through his hair, and he nonchalantly glanced at Laurel.

"You don’t have to have yourself... You can have it if you want, I mean me." He said, tilting his head slightly to her side.

Laurel’s heart skittered in her chest for a brief second. "Thanks, I’ll pass." She quickly glanced away from him.

’How could he be so shameless? I thought he was a nice cold guy, but I never knew he was such a flirt.’

Chris chuckled. "I’m only pulling your legs."

Laurel turned to him again. "That’s the first time I’m hearing you laugh. I once thought you were made from rock and were not capable of showing too much emotion."

"I guess you are not wrong..." Chris drawled. "All my life I’ve been sick, and people called me Scarlet beauty since I was young. All my life I’ve been used to people looking at me with pity, while most even thought I wouldn’t make it past 15 years.

Do you know what it means? It means I never knew what real happiness was. I couldn’t stay too long outside because my parents fear I might get sick because of my weak immune system."

Chris paused, his gaze becoming a little distant.

"I watched my agemates live their lives and chase their hobbies, but I don’t even know how to play football, or play with my agemates. So of course I don’t know how to smile."

He stepped closer to Laurel. "But when I’m with you, you make me happy." He said with a grave expression, his eyes searching Laurel’s for any emotions.

Laurel blinked, she wanted to feel pity for him, but she knew he hated those looks most. So she smiled and playfully hit his shoulder.

"Liar, most people find me boring and too soft." She said with a huff, puffing her cheeks, a little bit discouraged.

Chris bent his head to look straight in her face. "I think you are fun..." Chris’s slender finger poked her puffed cheeks. "Just like now, you look like a puffer fish." He said, seriously.

Laurel blinked her eyes a couple of times. ’Puffer fish of all things?’

She slapped his hand away, folding her hand across her chest. "Puffer fish are ugly, how could you compare me with that?" She shot him a glare.

Chris was taken aback by her sudden mood swing. ’She doesn’t like being called a puffer fish?’

He scratched his head to think of something else. "Um, fine if you don’t like being called puffer fish. I just think they are very delicious, and looking at you, it made me remember it."

"Whatever," Laurel muttered, still not pleased by the comparison.

They both kept quiet, staring at the drizzling rain which was turning heavy every passing minute.

The rain soon grew heavier, hitting the tarp above them in a relentless rhythm. Water trickled down the edges and flowed straight into the trenches they had dug earlier.

Laurel let out a small breath of relief. At least their effort wasn’t wasted.

"If we hadn’t dug those, the water would have gathered on the land," Chris said, following her line of sight.

Laurel nodded. "The rain came earlier than expected... I don’t like it."

Chris studied her face for a moment. "You think something is wrong?"

"I don’t know yet," she replied honestly.

Ever since her rebirth, she had trusted her memories like a roadmap. But recently, small changes kept appearing, just enough to make her uneasy.

The rain suddenly turned harsher. The raindrops struck the ground harder than before, parting the soil from its downpour.

Chris stepped further under the tarp. "Let’s move back a little, the temperature is dropping again."

Just as Laurel was about to respond, her wrist flickered.

A blue panel appeared.

[Alert: Excess water detected.]

[Crop health decreasing...]

Her eyes sharpened instantly, and she turned toward the farmland.

The water was no longer draining as smoothly as before. The flow had slowed, and parts of the soil were beginning to sink.

"That’s not good..." she muttered.

Chris followed her gaze. "What is it?"

"The ground is getting too saturated. If this continues, the herbs might get damaged." Without hesitation, she stepped out from under the tarp.

Chris grabbed her wrist. "Laurel, the rain is still hot."

"I know. I won’t stay long." She pulled her hand free and walked quickly toward the herbs.

Warmth still rose from the earth, though the hotness of the rain had decreased by half and was far less violent than before.

Reaching the farmland, Laurel crouched and pressed her fingers lightly into the soil.

The soil was too soft and loose, and could easily get swept away by the rain. Her expression turned to one of worry. She had no idea what to do.

If the water started pooling, all their effort would be wasted.

Suddenly, the ground trembled faintly beneath her palm.

Laurel froze. "...What was that?" she asked quietly.

Chris walked towards her. A second tremor followed, slightly stronger than the first.

It was subtle, almost easy for anyone to miss.

But Laurel’s heartbeat picked up, okay now that was weird and she was certain it had nothing to do with the flood.

Slowly, she lifted her head and looked toward the distant mountains bordering the valley.

For a brief second, she saw a flock of birds flying into the sky abruptly in different directions.