East of Meridian City, there was a large state-sponsored agricultural district. Due to the city's importance for maritime trade, grain and crop production comprised 60% of the area's economy. As a result, the reserved farmland was shockingly large, considering its proximity to a mega city.
There were thirty square miles of farmland in the district. In the center was a large swath of cornfields in a rotation that around eighty people were navigating to.
Three dozen cultivators were above the fields. They had recently flown there and were now overlooking the contestants.
"This is it, Jacob?" A familiar woman frowned, her brunette hair wrapped in a tight bun, "Of the hundred thousand or more ants, less than a hundred made it?"
The cultivator that appraised Kaze on June 2nd turned to a man who looked like he was in charge with a stern expression. He felt sweat drip down his shoulder blades, and his two subordinates shuddered. "Why is there so few people?"
