God Level Farmer In Another World

Chapter 194: The Volcanic Eruption at Mount Vesuvio

"Is it possible he's already planning to kill me?"

"Elder, it was you who told me to kill my father! You even said it wouldn't matter if I toyed with that little girl. You said you'd handle it."

"Martin is back. You can't ignore this now! Martin will destroy the Moon Worship Sect. What should we do?"

"Should I send someone to seize back the territory in North Sea City?"

The young man's face was filled with bitterness, almost on the verge of tears.

The elder, unwilling to waste any more emotion, responded bluntly, "The Moon Worship Sect was co-founded by your grandfather and me. How much of my effort is tied to it? Do you think I'd let go of North Sea City?"

"But I also won't send people to the North Sea for meaningless battles with that little vixen."

"So what if you kill Claire? There will always be another Claire!"

"Expending energy for nothing and failing to eradicate the root of the problem—it's not worth it."

"I'll send someone to South Sea to deal with Martin. Once his base is destroyed, Claire will have no choice but to submit to us."

"As for John? Hmph."

"As long as someone provides us with resources and generates profits, why must it be the John family?"

Welma has been detained, so the Moon Worship Sect dares to act recklessly in South Sea. Just like when Welma first went missing and they dared to establish the Moon God Trading Association in South Sea.

The young man chuckled, giving a thumbs-up to the elder. "Elder, your strategies are unmatched, like a modern-day War God!"

The elder dismissed him with an emotionless wave, prompting the young man to leave the basement with an awkward smile.

"Sigh!"

Long after the young man had gone, the elder heaved a sigh. Straightening his hunched figure, he slowly walked to the corner of the room.

There, a red cloth covered something ominous.

The elder pulled down the red cloth, revealing what lay beneath: a corpse.

The body had been preserved through special methods, showing no signs of decay. The expression on the face was frozen in time—terror, rage, and disbelief.

The elder's eyes softened. Reaching out, he tried to close the corpse's eternally open eyes and began to speak:

"Old Frank, your son is troublesome. He keeps trying to investigate your death. I had to kill him."

"And your grandson... sigh. I can't let him live either. He's even less capable than your son."

"Your descendants are all disappointing."

"Martin is back—the one you held in highest regard, your son's sworn brother. He's brought some minor troubles to the Moon Worship Sect."

"Ah, Frank, the people around you... such fools. You were blind to their nature."

A faint breeze swept through the basement, causing the candle flames to flicker. The shadows of the elder and the corpse intertwined eerily.

The corpse's wide-open mouth seemed to scream accusations or curses, exuding an unsettling aura.

The elder, unfazed, calmly draped the red cloth back over the body. Muttering to himself, he said, "That's why it was fortunate I killed you. Otherwise, the Moon Worship Sect would've been ruined in your hands, you fool."

"Don't blame an old friend for denying you peace in the afterlife. I feel safer with you by my side."

Half a month later, in South Sea, at Old Oak Café.

Alexander sat by the window, sipping coffee. A book, Walden, lay on the table before him.

It seemed as though nothing had changed, except for Alexander's now white hair.

The morning news played on the café's speakers.

"A major earthquake has struck Ashlanda, disturbing Mount Vesuvio. The country's awakened ones are unable to fully control the volcano, and the leaking volcanic material is now beyond containment..."

"Mount Vesuvio is expected to erupt within a month, potentially bringing catastrophic disaster to the entire region..."

"The leaders of Ashlanda have issued a plea for aid..."

"Following parliamentary decisions, Ashlanda plans to redirect the volcanic ash outside its borders..."

As Mount Vesuvio's eruption loomed, countless people in Ashlanda were heartbroken. Despite the impending crisis, they lit fireworks, set off firecrackers, and sang songs to encourage themselves.

But when the world learned of the plan to redirect the volcanic ash out of their territory, they were stunned.

Mount Vesuvio, ever since the arrival of demonic forces, was no longer just an ordinary volcano. It had become a massive, uncontrollable spiritual entity.

If the volcanic ash from Mount Vesuvio were scattered across the world, neighboring nations would suffer immensely.

"Are you kidding me? Releasing volcanic ash while asking for our help?"

"Dammit, we celebrated too soon with those fireworks!"

"Who's going to stop them?"

"These jerks claim the ash isn't toxic and will even kill airborne bacteria. Ha!"

Alexander listened to the news with a calm expression.

He had seen the eruptions of Tianchi Volcano before. He knew that ancient volcanoes like these were far more than what they appeared to be.

Elemental Spirits

For instance, the "White Python Shadow Flame."

If these ancient volcanoes erupt, the elemental spirits suppressed by the volcanoes will emerge and wreak indiscriminate havoc.

Alexander muttered,

"Have the people of Ashlanda also discovered similar elemental spirits?

By redirecting volcanic ash out of their borders, are they forcing other nations to intervene and help them deal with these elemental spirits?"

Isn't that precisely Ashlanda's intent?

"You want to see us fall? Then we all suffer together! If I'm doomed, don't think you'll get off easy.

If I can't kill you, I'll at least make you miserable."

After a long pause, Alexander chuckled disdainfully, shaking his head.

"Do they think this is the past?

This is the era of the Awakened.

For a top-tier Awakened from Base Country 3 to block volcanic ash at the border, it wouldn't be difficult."

As this thought crossed his mind, Alexander's expression froze for a moment.

The South Sea was the closest city in Base Country 3 to Ashlanda. It was highly likely that the nation's top-tier Awakened would visit South Sea soon.

A faint smile appeared on Alexander's lips as he turned to look out the window.

Is there still a need to fear exposure?

Hadn't he already been exposed?

Not long ago, Alexander went to North Sea and displayed his overwhelming power right in front of George, the director of the North Sea Security Division. His actions were likely already reported to higher authorities.

In Claire's daily reports, she often mentioned that George was fickle, a fence-sitter.

As the director of the North Sea Security Division, George's policy was simple: avoid mistakes and stay out of trouble.

The state is the biggest backer, and George wouldn't dare betray it.

That trip to North Sea wasn't just to devour a few souls.

Alexander wasn't that idle.

Apart from devouring souls, his second purpose was to send a message to the state.

A new top-tier Awakened had been born in South Sea.

If Base Country 3 could tolerate the existence of the Moon Worship Sect, why couldn't they tolerate his?

Alexander speculated that the Moon Worship Sect had likely reached some sort of agreement with the state.

He had always considered cooperating with the state.

But the state would never be in charge.

Who said the Mercenary Guild had to remain hidden in the shadows?

Who said the Mercenary Guild couldn't have hunters from the Imperial Capital?

Publishing tasks for the state to complete and awarding them rewards had always been part of Alexander's plans.

This was why he sent people to investigate those unruly hunters in White Mountain City.

Alexander wanted his extraordinary plants to be unrivaled in the market.

Although the extraordinary plants those hunters possessed were low-level and couldn't pose a significant threat, their presence annoyed Alexander, who was meticulous by nature.

Alexander spun a pen around his thumb before pausing, his fingers still.

"If I want the state to recognize us, I first need to make the Awakened they send to South Sea fear the Mercenary Guild.

If I want to become the state's superior, I need the state to believe that the power of the Mercenary Guild far surpasses any other extraordinary force.

The Mercenary Guild must demonstrate its capability to rival the state—perhaps even surpass it."

"With the state's help, I can grow faster, and the Mercenary Guild can grow faster."

Alexander's eyes burned with determination, his ambition surfacing uncontrollably.

"World-class top-tier Awakened?

I already possess the qualifications. The only thing missing is spirituality."

The extraordinary plants that enhance spirituality had always existed in his vegetable garden, ever since he awakened his Farmer's Gift.

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