Gardener of Eden

Chapter 134: Chapter 134: Heavenly Fruits

Within the hour, every single crate in Eden International was wiped completely clean. Martha reached into the crystal bowl on the front counter, stirring the massive stack of signed receipts before pulling out the ten lucky winners to sample the Amethyst-Gold Peach and Sun-Crystalline Eden Apple:

Chef Cedric – Head chef at a neighboring local bistro, who let out a triumphant shout from the back of the queue.

Evelyn Reed – A long-time Sunny Vale regular who bought spirit-greens for her family every week.

Tobias Thorne – A retired local adventurer hoping the fruit’s pure vitality would ease his old combat injuries.

Clara Bennett – An artisan baker eager to experience the natural sweetness of uncorrupted mana crops.

Gideon Holt – A local guild procurement officer who entered the raffle after securing his daily quota.

Nora Hayes – A young aspiring cultivator from the local academy who gasped in disbelief when her name was called.

Master Gerald – A veteran blacksmith from down the cobblestone street who came in for fresh produce.

Lucian Drake – A visiting botanical researcher fascinated by the display’s A-grade mana density readings.

Sarah Miller – A neighborhood mother who eagerly cheered alongside her children.

Chef Laurent – A high-tier culinary director who stayed behind after browsing the morning stock.

A wave of applause and friendly cheers echoed through the storefront as each name was announced. Rowan brought out a golden cutting blade, precisely slicing the two flagship fruits into ten pristine portions.

The moment the winners took their first bite, the hyper-concentrated nectar and uncorrupted mana flushed through their systems, leaving every single one of them completely speechless at the miraculous harvest.

The moment the ten winners bit into their sliced samples of the Amethyst-Gold Peach and Sun-Crystalline Eden Apple, time seemed to freeze inside the Eden International storefront. An absolute, reverent silence gripped the room as the initial crunch echoed across the mist-cooled air.

Sensory overload struck immediately. Some of them broke down in tears after tasting the sweet, delicious fruits, while others simply stood completely still, losing their minds to the heavenly taste and the sudden surge of primordial vitality.

Chef Cedric and Chef Laurent—seasoned culinary veterans who had spent their entire lives pursuing perfection—stared down at the small wooden plates in their hands with tears streaming uncontrollably down their faces. The sheer, uncorrupted harmony of the flavor was beyond anything served in the grandest imperial halls.

The crisp, star-like nectar of the apple dissolved seamlessly into the velvety, rich sweetness of the amethyst peach, releasing a wave of pure, elemental flavor that shattered every culinary standard they had ever known. Cedric dropped to his knees right in front of the display counter, weeping openly as the transcendent taste overwhelmed his senses.

Nearby, young Nora Hayes and the old adventurer Tobias Thorne stood rooted to the spot, entirely transfixed. They had lost their minds to the divine essence, their eyes wide as the A-grade mana density surged through their bodies.

For Tobias, decades of lingering combat scars and deep-rooted joint pain vanished instantly beneath the apple’s protective aura. For Nora, the peach’s revelation essence flared through her consciousness, expanding her mental clarity and unlocking a profound state of absolute focus she had never experienced before.

The surrounding crowd watched the unbelievable spectacle in breathless awe. Seeing master chefs weeping in joy and hardened cultivators rendered silent by a single bite proved that these mutated crops were truly gifts from the divine.

Rowan adjusted his Enchanted Straw Hat with a relaxed, satisfied smile. Beside him, Martha gently patted her eyes with a kerchief, while Arthur rested a proud hand on his son’s shoulder. Eden International had not merely sold out its morning harvest; it had permanently reshaped the standard of quality across Sunny Vale and beyond.

***

Rowan raised a hand to quiet the cheering storefront, stepping forward beside his parents.

”I know that at one thousand gold each, these mutated fruits aren’t affordable for the average citizen,” Rowan said, his voice carrying clearly across the crowd. ”Eden International wasn’t created just for elite syndicates or high-court lords.

Starting next week, we will be setting aside two full fruits every week—one Amethyst-Gold Peach and one Sun-Crystalline Eden Apple—sliced into portions for ten lucky raffle winners who haven’t tasted them before.”

Turning to his mother, he gestured toward the counter’s registry terminal. ”Mom, please log the names of today’s ten winners into our database. Anyone who has already sampled the fruit won’t be eligible for future draws, ensuring the opportunity keeps circulating.”

Martha nodded with a proud, radiant smile, tapping her trade slate to permanently record the ten names and lock in the weekly giveaway rule.

Rather than feeling downhearted, the remaining customers who didn’t win today were deeply moved by the announcement. A wave of genuine warmth swept through the store.

One by one, local townspeople, weathered farmers, and neighborhood regulars stepped up to Rowan, offering warm hugs and firm handshakes. They thanked him endlessly for his incredible generosity and his commitment to equal opportunity, deeply grateful that every family in Sunny Vale now had a fair chance to experience the realm’s finest harvest.

***

Due to the overwhelming demand, every single crate in the shop was wiped completely clean by 10:00 AM—hours before the usual lunchtime rush. With the ledger finalized and the front sign flipped to Closed, Rowan, Arthur, and Martha packed up the transport and headed back to Sunny Vale to retire early for the day.

Once back inside the peaceful comfort of their homestead, Rowan walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Reaching into his system inventory with a smooth gesture, he called forth a dozen freshly harvested Sun-Crystalline Eden Apples and Amethyst-Gold Peaches. He carefully arranged the radiant, topaz-and-amethyst fruits inside the chilled drawers, their soft glow illuminating the shelves.

Rowan turned to his parents, reminding them to enjoy the fruits occasionally whenever they needed a boost of energy—especially his mother, Martha, while she was expecting his new baby sister. The hyper-purity and rich vitality of the primordial crops would quietly nourish her body and safeguard the growing child’s health.

Martha rested her hand gently against her stomach with a radiant, deeply moved smile, while Arthur clapped Rowan on the shoulder with quiet pride. Surrounded by the peaceful hum of their land, the family settled into the quiet afternoon at Sunny Vale, resting comfortably after a legendary morning.