[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-farming-in-a-parallel-world-and-becoming-a-god":3,"chapter-farming-in-a-parallel-world-and-becoming-a-god-farming-in-a-parallel-world-and-becoming-a-god-chapter-55":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1660214,2127,"Chapter 55 - 55 52","farming-in-a-parallel-world-and-becoming-a-god-chapter-55",55,"\u003Cp>55: 52 55: 52 The Goblin at the very front, with a mournful expression, said, “Honorable sir, we’re willing to provide tribute, but the amount is too great; we can’t produce so much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Look, here it is…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>all of it is here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not, you could pick someone from our tribe…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to serve the great lord as a servant…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the Goblin offered was a crudely-made deerskin pouch that was obviously fashioned from raw deer hide; not only did it have a strong odor, it was also not durable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In no time at all, it would be riddled with holes from various insects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the pouch, however, was something that brightened Gaven’s eyes, the very reason for his journey—the Spirit Crystal Stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trouble was there weren’t many, and cobbled together, they were still smaller than a Goblin’s fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gaven, his expression unchanged, stroked his chin and said, “Not enough, not nearly enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is hardly the tribute of two people, let alone enough to compensate for your betrayal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really, this is all we have,” the Goblin was on the verge of tears, “Everything we mined before has already been given to Lord Hou…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>aside from our tribesmen, we have nothing left…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The damned Troll ate all our food, even devoured three of our tribesmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We really didn’t invite him, he came on his own…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>we didn’t dare provoke him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it won’t suffice, I can select a few more individuals for the lords.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Today, we’ll trust you once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The missing part must be fulfilled within the next ten days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you can’t manage that, don’t blame me for flattening your home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next time, we’ll only accept this kind of crystal stone,” Gaven declared like a debt-collecting Slave Master, his face stern, “No haggling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you are short-staffed, you can think of a solution together with the chiefs of the nearby Goblins Tribes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as you can jointly produce five times this amount of ore, I guarantee you won’t be harassed anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?” The Goblin showed a surprised face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using this crystal stone as tribute didn’t worry them overly much; they simply needed to push the tribe to mine more—there were plenty in the caverns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hadn’t considered offering it as tribute in the past because Hou was mostly indifferent, more interested in food, especially meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would only take crystal stones when he had no other choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the problem was that they often didn’t have enough food for themselves, let alone squeeze out a portion of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think I need to lie to you?” Gaven uttered from his superior position, “Besides the mandatory tribute, if you mine extra crystal stones, you can bring them to Blackwell to find me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll give a fair appraisal, and in exchange, provide mining tools and food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t worry; I’ll give you a good price.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having confirmed the location of the vein of crystal stones he needed, Gaven immediately made a slight adjustment to his original plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would not only exploit but also entice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This approach would greatly stimulate their mining enthusiasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially once they began receiving large amounts of food through trade with Blackwell, they would soon become the Blackwell of the Goblins, attracting nearby scattered Goblin Tribes to allegiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need, absolutely no need, I was overthinking it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We will definitely, definitely mine more crystal stones, to offer to the great lord,” said the Goblin, his large eyes spinning with doubt, clearly not believing Gaven’s promises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gaven didn’t expect them to believe him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raised with the law of the survival of the fittest, they only trusted themselves and their own eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To gain their basic trust, he would have to wait until the first transaction was complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Gaven didn’t bother with further conversation and, picking up the crystal stone pouch, turned and walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Furthermore, Gaven had the Half-Ogre carry the Troll corpses back to the Blackwell Tribe as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Troll corpses were a treasure in themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Troll Blood was the core component in crafting Regeneration Potions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Troll Flesh, when buried, would give rise to a special Herb, the Flower of Regeneration, a supplementary material for many potions, fetching a very high price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Troll Bones were favored by Weapon Masters who could use them to make weapon handles, potentially imbued with regenerative magic effects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for any moral burden, even a Paladin present at the scene would have little to say on such a matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These inherently lazy and evil creatures are no more endearing than a hardworking ox, which often captures hearts with its diligence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An ox could be turned into a delicious meal on the table, bones and all, if needed, and the same goes for the corpse of a dead troll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who cares about the materials used or whether their growth process was wicked as long as the magic potion is effective?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir, sir, a caravan, a caravan, a huge human merchant caravan has come to the tribe,” panted a tall and burly Gnoll as he sprinted toward Gaven, gasping for air as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Cangya, the foremost Gnoll warrior of the former Cangya Tribe, now of the Blackwell Tribe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it,” Gaven nodded indifferently, yet a hint of pleasure flickered through his heart, for they had finally arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to ask; it was surely the sponsors of Gaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the only ones who knew of the Blackwell Tribe and Gaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mere subjugation of several Gnoll Tribes wasn’t enough to establish a foothold in the Rocklands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most crucial element was the support from human merchants like Bede.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never underestimate the power of these merchants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They possessed unimaginable networks, financial resources, and physical assets, particularly when they sniffed out a business opportunity, their burst of energy was terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gaven needed their networks, their help in transporting the Rocklands’ specialties out and bringing in the things he needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the hefty profits made in between, that was their rightful earning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only through a win-win situation could he secure them to his war chariot, advancing steadily forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bark…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bark…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bark…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even from a distance from the Blackwell Tribe, one could hear the continuous barking of the Gnolls, as lively as a bustling country market.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had Gaven shown his face than a round figure rushed up to meet him, shouting as he ran, “Gaven, Brother Gaven, you’re finally back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We’ve been waiting for you; it’s been quite the hardship.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gaven only knew one person who was so rotund yet agile and also knew him—Bede Sechi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bede seemed intent on giving Gaven a warm hug but abruptly halted in his tracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the Half-Ogre, like a towering iron statue, stood before Gaven; if Gaven hadn’t intervened in time, the Nodular Gnarled Club would have already come crashing down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough cough…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>cough cough…” Bede looked up at the Half-Ogre Roar, swallowing his saliva multiple times, cautiously backing even further away, and said, “Brother Gaven, from the moment I saw you, I knew you were no ordinary man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn’t have imagined that in such a short time, you’d stir up such a commotion here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything about this place is beyond our wildest imaginations…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roar, take the corpse to Anna and get a barrel of barley wine, not as the agreed payment from this morning, but as a reward for your recent loyal service.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Off you go,” Gaven dismissed the Half-Ogre first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Barley wine?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alright, alright.” Upon hearing this, the Half-Ogre joyously hoisted the troll corpse and strode off to find the Maiden Priestess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blackwell Tribe was suddenly in an uproar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Half-Ogre was clueless about yielding the way; he charged down the direct path, with the Gnolls along the way hustling to get out of his way, lest they be sent flying by his bulk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gaven felt as if his head was splitting, and he bellowed, “Slow down!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you overturn a carriage or send someone flying, the reward of barley wine will be revoked.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh!” The Half-Ogre quickly braked, then sneakily sidestepped everyone like a thief.\u003C\u002Fp>",1342,"2026-06-06T12:33:11.057Z",1,"novelbin.me","2eaadc4afd415df570fd7ae49becd91f69c51c982e308e4e0887cf76a85adba1","farming-in-a-parallel-world-and-becoming-a-god-chapter-56","farming-in-a-parallel-world-and-becoming-a-god-chapter-54",2384,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffarming-in-a-parallel-world-and-becoming-a-god-cover.jpg"]