God of Technology: Creating the Internet in Another World-Chapter 399: Breaking Every Record

If even the Archbishop of Agriculture was reacting like this, how could anyone else in the livestream stay calm?

Anyone with even the slightest understanding of agriculture, anyone who knew anything about current grain yields, was completely speechless with shock.

Even land planted by the Church of Agriculture itself, even farmland they carefully tended, even fields constantly blessed with divine arts—none of it could possibly reach 1,000 pounds per acre!

But here it was, right in front of their eyes. It was just... it was absolutely mind-blowing!

1,300 pounds!

1,600 pounds!

Number after number was called out. By now they were getting numb, couldn’t say anything at all. Even though they’d already known Golden Spike Grain had incredible yields and could reach 1,600 pounds per acre, that it was a new variety cultivated by the Goddess of Agriculture herself.

But actually seeing it produce this much with their own eyes, their minds were still reeling.

What really blew their minds was that 1,600 pounds wasn’t the end.

There was still plenty of Golden Spike Grain left in the marked-off acre.

The agricultural clerics kept right on harvesting.

Plenty of people held their breath, waiting quietly to see just how much grain this acre of Golden Spike Grain could actually produce.

The bullet comments in the livestream had disappeared at some point.

It was like nothing else existed in the world except those few agricultural clerics still harvesting. Everything else had gone completely silent.

The harvesting continued.

1,800 pounds!

2,000 pounds!

2,100 pounds!

Number after number was announced.

Finally, all the Golden Spike Grain from that one acre had been completely harvested.

"2,173 pounds! Archbishop, Lord Knight! A total of 2,173 pounds! One acre produced 2,173 pounds!"

The person in charge of weighing cried out in amazement. "This is incredible! This Golden Spike Grain is absolutely incredible! One acre can produce almost 2,200 pounds!"

His excited shout snapped most people out of their daze.

Every single face was written all over with shock.

Didn’t they say this acre could produce 1,600 pounds?

How did it jump straight to almost 2,200 pounds?

Where did that extra five or six hundred pounds come from?

That’s as much as a normal acre produces under regular conditions.

Is this even normal?

"You’ve gotta be kidding, right?"

"Are we sure they didn’t mess up the count?"

"One acre producing 2,200 pounds—why does this feel like something out of a legend?"

"Can all land produce like this? No, forget this much—even if it’s only 1,500 pounds, or 1,000 pounds, I want to plant it on my land!"

"I’ve only heard of people rounding up before, this is the first time I’ve seen someone round down."

"This is just crazy, it’s absolutely crazy."

"The convoy saw so much land along the way, and it all looked pretty much the same as the area they just harvested, right? Viscount Roster and his people aren’t putting on a show for us, are they?"

"Worthy of seeds bestowed by the Goddess of Agriculture—this is just too powerful!"

"Same labor, same land, but way more yield—this... even if Golden Spike Grain tastes terrible, I’d still plant it on a large scale."

After the brief shock, the entire livestream exploded like a bomb had gone off.

Everyone was talking like crazy.

Anyone who knew even a little bit about farming, about territories, about farmland—they were all incredibly excited now.

"Actually, the reason for such high yields isn’t just because Golden Spike Grain is an excellent variety." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Viscount Roster gradually calmed down too and explained to the people on site and the viewers in the livestream with a smile:

"You might have forgotten, but from the very beginning, the Goddess of Agriculture said that any region suitable for planting Golden Spike Grain would have a minimum yield of 1,600 pounds per acre. In other words, for any area suitable for cultivation, that’s the baseline."

"Our Southern Territory already has fertile soil, so naturally it can grow a bit more."

"Besides that, we strictly followed the planting plan. When water was needed, we watered immediately. When fertilizer was needed, we used druid potions right away. Especially the new potion the God of Nature recently bestowed on the druids—that can also greatly increase yields."

"All these factors stacked up, causing the yield to increase even more, reaching the astonishing yield of over 2,100 pounds."

Hearing Viscount Roster’s words, people didn’t quite know what to say for a moment.

What Viscount Roster said seemed to make sense.

But the problem was, why did it sound so... off?

This is just...

They really didn’t know what to say.

But whatever, man!

It’s awesome, that’s all that matters.

This Golden Spike Grain’s yield is just too terrifying.

Who knows how many people had already made up their minds to definitely plant Golden Spike Grain on their own land next year.

On a large scale.

"Archbishop, I need to trouble you with something."

Just as people were lost in thought, Viscount Roster suddenly changed the subject and turned to look at the Archbishop of Agriculture.

"What is it?"

The Archbishop of Agriculture seemed like he still hadn’t quite recovered, his face flushed red.

He could already see the Church of Agriculture flourishing.

"I remember that some of the Church of Agriculture’s divine arts can quickly complete processing and drying procedures. Would it be possible to use divine arts to quickly shell and dry this Golden Spike Grain? Let’s see exactly how much edible food we can produce."

Viscount Roster said with a smile.

Normally, when people talk about yield per acre, they’re talking about these edible parts right after harvest—basically what they’d just tested.

But before eating it, you need to dry it and process it.

Normally, that takes time, but Viscount Roster wanted results right now, so he made the suggestion directly.

They’d just shown off the Church of Agriculture’s god-given crop, and now they’d show off the Church of Agriculture’s divine arts. The Archbishop of Agriculture was naturally all for it.

He immediately nodded in agreement and began casting divine arts.

In just a few breaths, the Golden Spike Grain was completely processed.

Next, they just needed to grind it into flour and it would be ready to eat.

Everyone held their breath.

Waiting for the results.

Though really, the results didn’t even matter anymore.

Could this Golden Spike Grain really lose seventy or eighty percent after drying?

Obviously, that was impossible!

"1,749 pounds!"

The person in charge of weighing directly cried out after seeing the number clearly.

Still a terrifying number.

So terrifying people could barely imagine it.

If there might have been just a hint of doubt about the earlier number, now there was absolutely no doubt whatsoever.

Every single person looked completely stunned.

They felt like the world had already changed.

And at that moment, some really huge magic-powered machines appeared in the convoy leader’s livestream footage.

Many people recognized them at first glance—these were magic-powered harvesters!

A new type of machinery that had already started becoming popular in various places. Many churches of the Church of Agriculture already had them available for rent!

But the harvesters here seemed bigger than the ones the Church of Agriculture provided for rent in other places, and there were way too many of them!