Gardener of Eden

Chapter 197: Chapter 197: Eden’s Fame

Across every major news network on the planet, the suffocating tide of panic broke almost overnight, replaced by an overwhelming wave of tearful relief and absolute, awe-struck gratitude.

Holographic news anchors in the Republic of Europa wept openly on live broadcasts, showing real-time feeds of field hospitals where thousands of dying patients were being administered small, measured doses of the azure-tinted Primordial Spring Water Elixir. Within seconds of swallowing the light-infused liquid, the black, necrotic veins spider-webbing across their skin faded away into healthy color, their decaying mana cores stabilized, and their breathing smoothed into quiet, restful sleep.

Camera crews from the Eastern Alliances and the Southern Archipelagos captured images of heavy Imperial transports dropping off thousands of wooden crates stamped with Eden International’s iconic logo into desperate quarantine zones. Photos of fresh, glowing Sun-Dappled Tomatoes and Primordial Dew Lettuce being distributed to starving, poisoned refugees spread across the global internet like wildfire.

Headline tickers in every language flooded the airwaves:

THE MIRACLE OF EDEN: GLOBAL PURGE COMPLETE

International Health Organization: Necrotic Mortality Rate Drops to 0% in All Treated Zones

Foreign Delegations: Prime Ministers & Guild Alliances Issue Formal Messages of Unconditional Thanks to the Emperor Aurelius and Eden International

Global Public Sentiment: Rowan Vance Hailed as the ”Savior of Humanity”

In the living room of Sunny Vale Manor, the quiet hum of the television bathed Arthur and Martha in a soft, blue glow as news anchors detailed how the selfless closure of Eden International’s flagship store had saved over two hundred million lives.

”Look at that, Rowan,” Arthur said, a deep, quiet pride in his eyes as he leaned back in his chair. ”They’re calling your produce the ’Food of the Gods.’ Foreign ambassadors are lining up at the capital just to sign diplomatic treaties in exchange for future crop allocations.”

”By sacrificing a few days of luxury retail profits,” Martha added with a soft, warm smile, ”you’ve earned something gold could never buy: the unconditional trust and loyalty of the entire world.”

Rowan leaned against the doorframe, his Enchanted Straw Hat tilted back, holding a steaming mug of tea as he watched the news broadcasts. A faint, grounded smirk touched his lips. He hadn’t done it for fame or political leverage; he had done it because a master farmer never lets his land—or the world it feeds—be ruined by poison.

A crisp chime echoed from Rowan’s communication talisman, and the glowing holographic image of Crown Prince Julian materialized in the room. The Prince looked visibly lighter, the dark circles under his eyes replaced by a victorious, aristocratic smile.

”Rowan,” Julian greeted smoothly, bowing his head with profound respect. ”The global logistics grid has officially stabilized. International borders have reopened under unified Imperial oversight, the cult’s remaining sleeper cells have been hunted down by grateful foreign guilds, and the global crisis is officially declared over.”

”That’s good news, Julian,” Rowan replied calmly. ”How are the distribution reserves holding up?”

”We still have enough diluted spring water and high-vitality crops to handle lingering post-recovery treatments for the next two months,” Julian assured him. ”The international council has unanimously voted to grant Eden International permanent diplomatic immunity, zero-tax trade status across all borders, and unlimited access to international arcane botanical reserves. Whatever you ever need for Sunny Vale, Rowan, the world will happily hand it to you on a silver platter.”

”I’ll hold them to that,” Rowan chuckled softly. ”Tell the flagship store team in the capital they can reopen the boutique starting next Monday. We’ll resume standard luxury orders then.”

After wrapping up the call with Julian, Rowan stepped off the back porch and walked out into the peaceful, starlit night of Sunny Vale.

The air was clean, crisp, and heavy with the soothing, rhythmic pulse of the Fragment of the Origin Earth Pulse deep below. Rowan closed his eyes, extending his consciousness deep into his personal dimension, [Domain: The Virgin Soil].

Inside the sub-dimension, under the time-dilated rays of the World Tree, the Grade S investments were already flourishing. In the fast-flowing, cold-granite channels, the Dragon-Vein Emerald Wasabi rhizomes had swollen into thick, radiant green roots, pulsing with sharp, vaporous earth mana. Beneath the damp, mana-rich soil of the subterranean oak groves, the mycelium of the Royal Imperial Black Truffles and Celestial Diamond White Truffles had spread into dense, glowing silver webs, ready to yield the most prestigious gourmet fungi the world had ever seen.

Rowan opened his eyes, looking out over his glowing fields with a calm, absolute satisfaction. The cult was erased, the world was saved, and Sunny Vale was ready for its next legendary harvest.

***

Sitting at the mahogany desk in the manor’s sunlit study, Martha smoothed her apron and adjusted her glasses before tapping the final keystroke on the Eden International admin portal.

While Rowan handled the cultivation and Arthur managed the field operations, Martha had always been the beating heart and graceful voice of Sunny Vale’s public relations. Knowing that thousands of loyal patrons, high-ranking guild quartermasters, and elite culinary masters had been left in limbo during the global emergency, she personally drafted a formal statement to be pinned to the homepage of Eden International’s official website.

An Official Statement from Eden International

Dear Valued Patrons, Guild Partners, and Friends across the Globe,

On behalf of the entire Vance family and the team at Sunny Vale, and our affiliated partners, we extend our deepest and most sincere apologies for the sudden suspension of our commercial operations and the unexpected cancellation of your pre-orders over the past week.

When the recent global crisis threatened countless lives, we made the immediate decision to divert 100% of our harvest, spring water reserves, and logistics channels toward frontline relief efforts. We recognize that many of you rely on our produce for fine dining, specialized alchemy, and personal wellness, and we regret any inconvenience or disruption this emergency closure may have caused your households and establishments.

Thanks to the valiant efforts of international medical teams and global defense forces, the crisis has officially been contained. Therefore, we are pleased to announce that Eden International will officially resume all commercial crop supplies, online fulfillment, and flagship boutique operations starting next Monday at 08:00 AM.

All previously canceled commercial orders will be given priority fulfillment status, and our online store will reopen with expanded inventory allocations.

We thank you from the bottom of our hearts for your patience, understanding, and unwavering support during these challenging times. We look forward to serving you once again with the absolute finest harvest Sunny Vale has to offer.

Warmest regards,

Martha Vance

Director of Customer Relations & Co-Founder, Eden International

***

Within seconds of the announcement going live, the Eden International web portal experienced a staggering surge of over fifty million simultaneous visits.

Instead of complaints or frustration, the comment section below Martha’s statement was instantly flooded with an outpouring of respect, gratitude, and overwhelming admiration from around the world:

[Grand Master Kaelen - Radiant Dawn Guild]: ”An apology? Mrs. Vance, your family saved half the continent! We would have waited months if necessary. We are honored to be patrons of Eden International!”

[Head Chef Antoine - Royal Capital Bistro]: ”No apology needed, Madam Martha. You fed a dying world. Our kitchen will proudly stand in line next Monday for the new shipment!”

[Imperial Botanical Society]: ”The world owes the Vance family an insurmountable debt. We eagerly await the store’s reopening!”

Martha leaned back in her chair with a gentle, satisfied smile as she watched the community notifications tick upward by the thousands.

Rowan walked into the study, resting against the doorframe with two steaming mugs of chamomile tea in hand. He handed one to his mother and looked over her shoulder at the glowing monitor.

”Not a single angry customer in sight,” Rowan smirked warmly, taking a sip. ”You handled that perfectly, Mom.”

”A little courtesy and honesty go a long way, Rowan,” Martha replied, taking the mug with a soft laugh. ”Besides, now that the world knows we’re reopening on Monday, you have a very busy weekend ahead of you.”

”Already on it,” Rowan smiled, his golden-amber eyes flaring with subtle domain light. ”The domain’s time flow is dialed in, the cold-granite channels are flowing, and the first batch of Grade S Dragon-Vein Wasabi and luxury truffles will be ready right on schedule.”