Chapter 62

Ang happily collected all the crops. This was his first large-scale harvest since leaving the Palace of Rest.

While harvesting, he summarized his findings. Ang discovered several problems. First, the soil was severely compacted and seemed to have lost a lot of fertility.

Second, it saved water. During these three hours, he was actually watering non-stop, but compared to an entire growing season, the water used was probably less than one-fiftieth of what it used to be.

It was likely because the growth time was accelerated, the moisture was fully utilized, and natural evaporation was low.

Third, the pollination wasn't good. The growth period was only a short three hours, and the flowering period might have been less than ten minutes. Using the Pollination Technique during a flowering period of less than ten minutes resulted in a shockingly low success rate; at least twenty percent were not pollinated well.

Fourth, the grain produced grew much larger. Previously, a grain might have been only five or six millimeters, but now it was about twenty millimeters—four times longer, like little wooden sticks.

This also led to the yield per mu being three times higher than before, even with twenty percent not being pollinated well.

All in all, the effect of the Aura of Instant Death was super good. The problem of soil compaction and loss of fertility could be solved by crop rotation. There were three thousand mu of farmland on the farm; planting three hundred mu at a time allowed for nine rotations.

If that didn't work, he could rotate other crops, or fertilize, and if that still didn't work, there was...

After quickly finishing the three thousand mu of farmland in the Palace of Rest, Ang carried the seeds and water buckets outside.

Beyond the sinkhole lay an endless wasteland. As soon as the Wind of Rest had finished blowing, Ang ran out impatiently. The grain seeds in the bag were scattered, spreading evenly under the disturbance of the wind tornado.

In intensive farming, Ang would dig ditches, build ridges, bury bone meal and wood ash, sow seeds, and cover them with soil. For some crops with long growth cycles, he would even raise seedlings in advance or cover them with straw to keep them warm.

But now, before him lay an endless, flat wasteland that hadn't been cultivated for over a thousand years, and it was very fertile.

Since the accelerated growth time was short, there was no need to cover with soil; the roots could still take hold deeply, the stalks could stand firmly, and there was no wind during the day, so the crops wouldn't lodge.

In the air one person high, Nai Nai Ge Li Si flew forward, its hind legs clutching a bag. The bag had a few small holes poked in it, and as it flew, seeds kept leaking out, scattering into paths of seeds.

"Why do I have to sow seeds for you? Can you show me some respect? I am the God of Knowledge, not the God of Planting," Nai Nai Ge Li Si complained while flying.

On the other side, the angel skeleton carried a bag and flew back and forth quietly without a single word of complaint. Occasionally, when Ang looked over, it would pat the bag to show it was working hard.

The little zombie, however, was digging a pit—a huge pit. It removed the handle of the hoe, put the remaining part on its hand, and dug rapidly into the ground with both hands, sending massive amounts of soil flying out from between its legs.

After sowing the seeds, Ang began to water. Ever since his Purification Technique was upgraded, his magic in other schools had also improved.

Now, using first-tier magic, his Purification, Face Cleansing, and Rain-Making spells could achieve third-tier effects, and his land-clearing, pollination, and soil-loosening could achieve second-tier effects, yet the magic consumed was still first-tier.

Regarding this question, Nai Nai Ge Li Si answered: "What's so strange about that? It's just an increase in proficiency. The magic power reached an optimal combination during casting, achieving the maximum effect. All genius mages can do this."

After saying that, it muttered resentfully: "Only you relied on sheer quantity to pile it up, pfft."

The proficiency version of the Rain-Making spell turned Ang's sprinkler into a water gun, soaking the ground thoroughly with a 'puchi-puchi' sound.

On the thoroughly moistened earth, seeds were either exposed or half-covered by mud. Then, Ang stamped his foot deeply into the ground where the seeds had been sown, and in an instant, all life was accelerated.

Shadian stayed far away. Among Ang's little companions, only it was still alive, and as soon as it heard 'Aura of Instant Death', it would stay as far away as possible.

From its distance, one could see more clearly a change that was like a miracle.

Large patches of land sprouted green buds, like a grassland. The seedlings grew stronger and stronger, the stalks became more upright, adding a touch of green to the gray world.

Unicorns are creatures that are naturally close to nature. Shadian had been in this world for a long time and was actually quite uncomfortable, so it usually hid in the sinkhole, quietly stealing beet leaves with the minotaur family.

This scene, like a miracle, had the greatest impact on it.

The entire growth process lasted for three hours, and Ang was kept very busy, especially during pollination, when others couldn't help.

He used the Pollination Technique to roll the pollen into the air and then left it alone, letting it fall freely and stick wherever it landed. Large amounts of powder were dispersed above the crops; if anyone with a pollen allergy stood in the field, they would definitely be choked to death.

Even so, Ang still felt he couldn't keep up, as the flowering period was too short. For the first time, he felt his magic power couldn't recover; after all, he was casting spells at a rate of three per second, like a woodpecker. Nai Nai Ge Li Si couldn't help but look away: can't watch, it's demoralizing.

The crops matured and turned yellow, their heavy heads bending the stalks. Ang stopped the aura and ran through the fields, dragging the Scythe of the Death God.

In the human world, goblin engineers invented a machine for harvesting, but compared to Ang's method of holding the scythe upside down, it was much slower.

After cutting the crops, the sky gradually darkened, and it was soon evening.

The stalks were bundled up and dragged by Shadian to the edge of the huge pit dug by the little zombie.

The wind gradually picked up. Ang had to harvest all the crops into the pit before the Wind of Rest started blowing, otherwise, after a night of blowing, the grain would turn into powder.

There was no time for threshing. Ang cut the heads off one by one with his scythe, letting them fall into the pit to cover the bottom.

All the grain heads were cut down, and everyone jumped into the pit, lying directly on top of the grain heads. The Wind of Rest finally started blowing, whistling past.

Nai Nai Ge Li Si pushed the grain heads aside to make a hollow, curled up comfortably like a dragon lying on a pile of wealth, and sighed: "You really did it. Completing sowing and harvesting in one day—this boundless wilderness can be turned into fertile farmland. You have changed this world."

Ang tilted his head. Before he could speak, Shadian said dismissively: "Changed what? Working hard all day for just two hundred mu. Excluding winter in a year—is there winter here? Let's count it as three hundred days, that's only sixty thousand mu. What can the grain produced from sixty thousand mu change?"

"In the human world, when people farm, it's millions of mu at a time, plus various cash crops, and wild flowers and trees cover hundreds of millions of hectares. This world is too barren; there isn't even wood, and living is difficult. It would be better to just collectively slit our throats and reincarnate as undead," Shadian said with its usual sharp tongue.

In the Palace of Rest, there was plenty of time, and Ang could plant three hundred mu at a time, but in the wasteland, time was tight, the task was heavy, and for safety's sake, he reduced the area he sowed at one time to two hundred mu.

"Hehe." Nai Nai Ge Li Si gave it a look of disdain: "Ang plants two hundred mu a day by himself, but if others cooperate to sow, water, and harvest, and Ang only focuses on aura acceleration, how many mu do you think he can plant in a day?"

Shadian opened its mouth but couldn't speak. Indeed, if there were people to cooperate, Ang could cast the aura at least three times a day, and the time wouldn't be as rushed as it was now. He could accelerate three or four hundred mu at a time, which would be over a thousand mu, nearly three hundred thousand mu a year.

"And don't you think the yield of these crops is very high? The yield per mu is at least three times that of ordinary crops. But you're right, this world is too barren; no amount of grain can change anything."

Shadian gasped. Three hundred thousand mu, with the yield tripled—that was the yield of nearly a million mu. Many medium-sized duchies might not even have that much grain production.

And all of this was done by Ang himself. Calling it changing the world was no exaggeration.

Shadian stubbornly said: "It's impossible to plant that much. Doesn't the aura have a cost? You can't keep it on all day."

Nai Nai Ge Li Si had actually ignored this question and turned to ask Ang: "Do you consume anything to activate the aura?"

"Two thousand soul flames," Ang replied.

Activating the aura for three hours consumed over two thousand soul flames. This consumption was actually higher than transferring the same weight of grain from the Palace of Rest, but don't forget, transferring was just shipping costs, while the aura was production costs.

Moreover, Ang was very happy. The soul flames had finally found a use. Now, as the number of believers grew, he could receive one or two thousand soul flames every day, and he didn't know how to use them. Even if he activated the aura once a day, he could ensure a balance of payments.

Just by consuming the faith of believers, he could produce grain continuously. This was truly a profitable business with no capital investment. Shadian's sharp tongue couldn't find a point of entry this time, so it bit down bitterly on the grain heads beneath it.

After chewing for a moment, it was puzzled. After chewing carefully a few more times, its eyes lit up, and it said in shock: "It's delicious, super delicious, super delicious grain."

Three 'delicious' in a row made Nai Nai Ge Li Si curious too. Unfortunately, it couldn't eat, so it could only ask: "How is it delicious?"

"Fragrant, sweet, sticky, pops when you bite it, each grain distinct. It's even better than the best Moon Valley grain of the elves." Shadian was excited and wanted to take another bite, but the little zombie pounced over and nudged it with its head.

The angel skeleton also pounced in front of it, spreading its hands and feet on the grain heads, staring at Shadian with an expression that said 'it's all mine'.

"Ao!" Ang called out, calling the two little guys back. In this pit, only Shadian ate food, and Ang wouldn't be stingy with a little bit of crops.

Lying on a pile of fragrant and sweet grain heads, needing only to open its mouth to eat its fill—wasn't this the life it had dreamed of? It would be even better if its horns could grow out.

Shadian thought foolishly until it was awakened by a sudden urge: "Oh no, I need to pee."

"No!" Nai Nai Ge Li Si was the first to roar. The pit was full of grain heads; if it let out even one fart, this pit of grain would be ruined.

"But... but... I can't hold it," Shadian said with a bitter face, looking at the grain heads beneath it, then looking up at the whistling Wind of Rest outside the pit. If it dared to crawl out, it would definitely be blown into a zombie.

Ang crawled over, grabbed its foot, pulled it back, dragged it directly into the Palace of Rest, dug a hole in the open space of the farm, and only let it out after it was done.

"You weigh a thousand jin, right? It takes soul flames to transfer in, and soul flames to transfer out. This pee of yours is really expensive. Why don't you just cut it off?" Nai Nai Ge Li Si mocked.

"You don't have to pull, and you can't use it, so why not keep it? Why don't you cut yours off?" Shadian retorted, curling its lip. When it came to bickering, it feared no one.

Just as the two were arguing, Ang suddenly sensed a voice: My Lord Ang... save me...

Ang was a bit dazed. This was the first time he had received such faith from a distance. Usually, in the temple, when he received the soul flames of believers at close range, he could also hear some voices, but now there were no believers or soul flames around him.

Following that voice, Ang probed with his consciousness and soon entered a consciousness, immediately knowing who was calling him. It was actually the goblin Yinbi.

At this moment, Yinbi had just had his neck snapped by the Black Knight and was about to have his soul sucked and his memories searched.

The remaining consciousness sensed Ang's arrival, and Yinbi said urgently: "Lord Ang, I will surely believe in you with the piety of believing in money, take your will as my goal, and spread your glory. Save me..." Before he could finish, a force had already begun to pull at his soul.

A ball of soul flame emerged from Yinbi's consciousness and was caught by Ang, who was somewhat dazed.

To be honest, Yinbi had really called the wrong person. Ang was not a qualified god at all; he didn't know what to do in this situation. However, he still tried his best to do it, instinctively competing with the force pulling Yinbi's soul, and he managed to snatch back at least half of Yinbi's soul.

And then? Ang, not knowing what to do, stared blankly as Yinbi's corpse was thrown to the ground and the Black Knights disappeared. After thinking for a while, he felt he should put Yinbi's soul back where it belonged.

So he stuffed it back in, but the soul that was only half-complete couldn't return to its original state. What to do? Let's patch it up. Ang subconsciously mobilized his own soul energy, attempting to repair Yinbi's incomplete soul.

With this mobilization, Ang's skull suddenly ignited with raging flames, and a large amount of soul energy crossed the plane and was projected onto Yinbi's remnant soul.

It was just a soul fire; if it were normal, Ang could have condensed it with a wave of his hand. But he didn't expect the difficulty this time to be beyond imagination, and it took dozens of times more energy to barely repair Yinbi's soul.

After putting it back in place, Ang could no longer support it, and his consciousness shrank back into his body with a 'whoosh'.

Coming back to his senses, he saw the concerned gazes of the little zombie, the angel skeleton, and Nai Nai Ge Li Si: "What happened? Why did your soul energy suddenly overflow?"

Ang described what happened, and Nai Nai Ge Li Si's face showed a strange expression: "You mean you just performed a plane projection? And it was a plane projection performed under the call of a believer?"

Two chapters combined. Everyone, please discuss rationally. If you find any loopholes, I will quietly go and fix them. Don't argue, otherwise I'll have to mediate, and then there won't be any 'quiet' effect. Don't argue, don't argue.