You stood in the central square of the reborn Eldenwood as the morning sun climbed higher. The villagers had gathered after breakfast, still buzzing with the joy of the wedding night and the peaceful year they had lived. Miya stood at your right, tail curled proudly around your waist. Lukas and Liora were there too, hand in hand, glowing with newlywed happiness. The four heroes waited respectfully at the edge of the crowd.
You raised your hand for silence, then spoke clearly so every soul could hear:
"From today onward, the Mountain of endless food will disappear. There will be no more free food given without effort."
A ripple of surprise went through the crowd. Some children looked worried, a few elders murmured anxiously.
You continued calmly:
"I am not abandoning you. I have given each family enough stored food to last three full months while you adjust. But from now on, you must grow your own."
You snapped your fingers once.
The colossal shimmering mountain of enchanted provisions vanished in a swirl of starlight.
In its place, just beyond the village walls, a vast new farmland appeared — stretching for miles in every direction. Rich, fertile soil, perfectly tilled rows, irrigation channels fed by crystal-clear streams, and enchanted fences that would keep pests away. Different sections were already marked for wheat, rice, vegetables, fruits, herbs, and even exotic crops from distant lands.
You looked at the villagers and spoke with gentle but firm wisdom:
"If you eat only free food forever, it will ruin your lives. Your bodies will grow weak, your spirits lazy, and your children will never learn the value of hard work. Farming your own food, planting different kinds, tending the fields — this is good for your bodies, your minds, and your souls. It is healthy exercise. It teaches patience, responsibility, and pride. I will still protect you, heal you, and guide you… but the food you eat from now on must come from your own hands and hearts."
The villagers were silent for a moment… then slowly began to nod. Many smiled with understanding. The elders bowed deeply. The children looked excited at the idea of "helping grow magic plants." Even the four heroes stepped forward, offering to teach farming techniques they had learned during their year of redemption.
Miya leaned close to you, whispering with pride, "You always know what they need, my lord. This is wise."
Lukas grinned. "They'll be stronger for it, big brother. I like this."
Liora nodded softly beside him. "It feels right… like a real home now."
The villagers immediately began organizing themselves — assigning plots, sharing tools, and excitedly planning what to plant first. The four heroes volunteered to help clear extra land and teach basic techniques.
The village felt even more alive now — no longer dependent on miracles, but building its own future.