God Level Farmer In Another World

Welma despised fools the most in her life, especially those who made friends with them or stood against them. With an expression of utter disdain, she opened the door to the black room:

"I've sent the security officers away. You two better leave Base Country 3 immediately and stop causing me trouble."

The two foreigners exchanged glances, seeing the mocking glint in each other's eyes.

This was Base Country 3, their personal playground.

"Thanks, Welma."

The two foreigners left the security bureau, but they didn't head to the airport.

Leave Base Country 3 immediately? What a joke!

With the priests in Bluewater City, Welma had to protect them. Why shouldn't they enjoy themselves as much as they wanted?

After all, if they returned to Base Country 1, they wouldn't receive such special treatment.

The cult's rules in Base Country 1 were strict to maintain public order.

These two restless troublemakers were on their way to a bar to look for some excitement when they encountered a young punk girl on the street.

She was around sixteen or seventeen, heavily made up, dressed provocatively in short shorts and a crop top, exuding a seductive charm.

The two foreigners, resembling wild apes, couldn't resist the urge to take her home.

To their surprise, the girl was even bolder, suggesting they do something thrilling.

Driving her own car, she took the two foreigners to the outskirts.

In the car, she continued to flirt with the two foreigners, her suggestive behavior making them nearly lose control.

When they finally arrived in the desolate wilderness, the girl opened the car door, leaned against it, and lit a cigarette.

The two foreigners, like animals in heat, kept pressing in on her.

They felt even more certain that coming to Base Country 3 was the right decision.

Bluewater City's development was no less than that of Base Country 1, but some women here were still trapped in a servile mindset, dreaming of obtaining Base Country 1 citizenship someday.

In their country, they could never enjoy such treatment.

They even began to wonder if they had truly become handsome heartthrobs!

"Get lost! Do you two really think you're worthy of touching me?"

The punk girl suddenly changed her flirtatious demeanor, flipping her middle finger at the two foreigners.

Blinded by lust, the two foreigners ignored everything else.

"Baby, is this some kind of role play? You weren't acting like this in the car."

The two foreigners, leering, sniffed at the girl's perfume.

Bang!

Something landed on the car behind them, followed by a cold voice:

"You two really are like a couple of pigs in heat!"

The two foreigners immediately grew alert, quickly distancing themselves from the car.

On top of the car stood a figure wrapped entirely in black clothing, wearing a ghostly mask.

The strangest part was the pair of wings on his back!

The wings were black, symbolizing a fallen angel in the cult's legends.

The punk girl tilted her head, gazing at the masked figure with adoration:

"Boss, no matter how I look at you, you're just so cool! Love you to death!"

Jack hadn't been idle during this time. Having come from a gang background, forming cliques was second nature to him.

As a C-rank, he had already gathered seven or eight little followers, both male and female.

After he used his mission points to acquire the "Sap of Vine of Ascension" and rewarded his followers, their obsession with him grew even more.

He was becoming a somewhat lower-tier version of Alexander.

Jack leaped off the car and said to the punk girl beside him:

"Once I kill these two, I'll have enough points to get you a poisonous flower."

The "poisonous flower" referred to the Sap of Vine of Ascension.

"Points? Is that another one of those forbidden terms your boss's organization uses? Is it really okay for you to tell me this?"

The punk girl was unfamiliar with the new term.

She had occasionally overheard Jack mention the president, hunters, and now this word "points" for the first time.

Jack replied, "You're about to join my organization, so you have the right to know some things."

The punk girl was utterly smitten by Jack's cold demeanor, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

The two foreigners, seeing the pair chatting nonchalantly, were seething with rage:

"Kill us? You've got some nerve! We are D-rank Awakeners!"

Jack sneered as he walked towards them.

"D-rank? And you consider yourselves Awakeners?"

In the café, the disrespect shown by the two foreigners to the man in the white shirt had been repaid in full.

The two foreigners quickly realized this man was the same person they had encountered at the café that evening.

Without wasting words, they activated their powers and charged at Jack.

Both of them had fire-type abilities.

Jack spread his wings and swooped down towards them.

Black feathers appeared on his body, completely nullifying the foreigners' flames.

"Your fire abilities are so weak, nowhere near as terrifying as his!"

The more Jack experienced, the more battles he had with Awakeners, the stronger his admiration for Alexander grew.

He had never seen anyone with a fire ability as fearsome as the azure flames.

Jack engaged in seven or eight rounds with the two foreigners, leaving them covered in wounds.

Having the ability to fly was a massive advantage. This wasn't the world of pirates; very few had aerial combat capabilities.

Under B-rank, Jack practically had no rivals.

"Argh!!"

The two foreigners finally couldn't endure Jack's assault any longer, collapsing to the ground in agony.

In this desolate wilderness, their cries were quickly swallowed by the darkness, unable to travel beyond.

The punk girl took a drag of her cigarette and sneered:

"Is that all you've got? I thought you two big guys had some real skill.

You were boasting in the car about how popular you were in Base Country 3?

Who would like a couple of losers like you?

Some women just want to sleep with you because imported duck is expensive, so they're settling for you. Get it?"

The two foreigners were filled with regret. In their own country, they wouldn't lose their lives just for being lecherous!

"Don't kill us, we surrender! If you kill me, you'll regret it!"

The blonde with the ponytail clutched his mangled arm, gritting his teeth in a threatening tone.

"Yeah! The bishop is in Bluewater City right now; dare to let me send a message?"

The other foreigner managed to speak through the searing pain, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Bishop?

Jack thought the bishop the foreigners mentioned might interest Alexander, so he calmly replied, "Go ahead."

The foreigner was terrified, his hands trembling as he took out his phone:

"Sir Desmond! Sir Desmond! We're in trouble!"

The blonde with the ponytail cursed, "Damn it! Don't send a message! Call him! This man here is giving us a chance!"

"Oh... oh..."

After summoning their backup, the two foreigners were about to spew some threats when Jack reached out his claws and snapped their necks.

The punk girl wasn't the least bit afraid of the bloody scene; in fact, she was thrilled!

She held out the cigarette to Jack, the filter still bearing the imprint of her lips.

"Do you think this bishop they mentioned will be tough? Can you beat him, Boss?"

Jack took a puff of the cigarette and replied, "I don't know, but I've called for reinforcements too."

The punk girl nearly jumped in excitement:

"Is it... is it other hunters? So cool!!"

Jack shook his head. "I contacted the president. He said he'd be here soon."

During this period, Jack had come to understand Alexander's preferences well.

Drinking coffee, serving fruit platters, and burying people.

The title "bishop" sounded quite formidable, the kind of person who might be satisfying to bury.

The punk girl froze, swallowing nervously:

"Am I... am I finally going to meet the legendary president?!"

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