“Why did you come back so soon too?”
Just as the Dark Superintendent of Deep Sea Town was about to head to the Underworld, Barazeth suddenly asked.
“Too?”
The Superintendent smiled thoughtfully and replied casually, “Don’t even mention it. I ran into a relatively strong area. It’s clearly only a Tier 3 area, but the cards it possesses, by my estimation, could probably handle a Dark Tide of Tier 10 or above. If all areas are like this, what’s the point of us fighting?”
“Cards that can handle a Dark Tide of Tier 10 or above…”
Barazeth muttered to himself for a moment, then fell silent again.
The Superintendent seemed to be a chatterbox and continued, “Now we can only hope that the Demon God’s experiment succeeds and expands the Dark Rift. Then our true forms will be able to descend upon the Shadow World. Once we break through, destroying these guys will be simple, wouldn’t you agree?”
Barazeth did not reply, seemingly lost in thought.
Seeing that he was getting nowhere, the Dark Superintendent of the Deep Sea Town area also stopped talking, passed through the barrier of the Void Dark Land, and returned to the Underworld.
In this battle, their two areas lost many Dark Creaturess.
However…
In the current Underworld, the least scarce thing is Dark Creaturess.
Even if millions or tens of millions die, it doesn't matter.
Anyway, they're like freebies; no one knows how many Dark Creaturess are produced every day.
Adventurer World.
Qijia Village.
No, that's not right. Whether this place can even be considered the Adventurer World is debatable.
Because everything here is vastly different from the Adventurer World. This place is more like an ordinary farm, without system-generated wooden houses. Instead, there are only stone houses or thatched cottages built by those capable, and everything here tends towards a primitive, ecological appearance.
Only a glowing object at the village entrance proves that a system still exists here.
At this moment.
Elderly people, nearing fifty, were farming in the fields, while children as young as a few years old played nearby.
It looked peaceful.
However…
From the tightly furrowed brows of several old men standing by the edge of the field, it was clear that behind the seeming peace, there were still some troublesome matters.
“This year’s harvest, I’m afraid, won’t be very good…”
An old man in his sixties touched the rice plants, and from the leaves, he could tell that these rice plants were developing quite poorly.
“The soil in this land has become barren again. At this rate, I’m afraid it won’t be long before some people won’t have enough to eat.”
Behind him, another old man in his sixties sighed, his eyes filled with worry, “It seems this year is another famine year. I heard from Little Huzai and the other kids that many villages near us are like this. The land can’t support the crops, and I don’t know how many people will starve to death this year.”
“Alas, life is getting harder and harder.”
Yet another old man in his sixties spoke.
In Qijia Village, these several old men in their sixties were considered highly respected.
Usually, when there was a major issue, they would be the ones to discuss it. Now, with famine seemingly on the horizon, the villagers were all counting on them to come up with a solution.
But…
After all, the several Old Masters were not the heavens themselves.
Normally, if there was a dispute in the village, they could use their seniority to handle it.
But when faced with such a natural disaster, no one could do anything.
There were no scientific means in this world, nor any supernatural powers.
All they could do.
Was to consolidate all the village's grain and manage it, which would allow fewer people to starve to death.
But the problem was…
Everyone's food was earned through hard work, and who would be willing to take it out and share it with others?
At this moment.
At the very edge of the field, an old man who looked to be in good spirits slowly spoke.
“I still have quite a bit of food saved in my account. When the time comes, I’ll take it out and distribute it among the villagers. It should last for a while. I’m old and can’t eat that much anyway.”
“That won’t do!” A gaunt old man beside him coughed violently twice, his voice hoarse, “Third Old Master, your Huzai is still growing and at his hungriest. If you empty out all your rations, what will your child eat?”
Third Old Master’s cloudy eyes looked at Huzai playing in the field, his wrinkled face twitched, and he said in a hoarse voice, “But we can’t just watch the other children and villagers starve to death. If we share a little, at least a few more can survive.”
“Share? Share what with!” Another old man stomped his foot anxiously, kicking up a small cloud of dust from the soil beneath him. “My meager stored grain isn’t even enough to feed my good-for-nothing grandson. This year’s situation… the heavens are blind!” His voice carried a desperate sob.
Silence, like a heavy stone, weighed on everyone's hearts.
The carefree laughter of the children sounded particularly harsh at this moment, as if reminding them of the cruelty to come.
“How about…” An old man hesitated, his voice as low as a whisper, “…we borrow some more from the neighboring Lijia Village? I heard that the Tidal Town they belong to is doing very well right now. The children from the town send back food from time to time, and they’re living very comfortably now!”
“Tidal Town?”
Another old man looked up at Third Old Master, as if remembering something: “Oh right, Third Old Master, I remember your Second Wa went to Tidal Town back then. What’s the situation like over there? Did your child tell you?”
“He did…”
Third Old Master sighed, and judging by his expression, it seemed not very ideal.
This also made everyone’s hearts sink.
Third Old Master sighed, “I don’t know what that boy is doing over there. In these past few days, he only sent back a few thousand catties of rice. Life is really tough.”
“A few thousand catties, indeed…”
A certain old man sighed along, just about to say it was indeed ‘tough,’ but quickly realized his mistake.
His eyes widened immediately.
“How much?”
“How much did you just say?”
“A few thousand catties…”
“What do you mean ‘only’ a few thousand catties?”
The old men were all stunned for a moment. The profound sorrow brought on by the famine instantly dissipated, replaced only by astonishment.
You know, they only ate half a catty of grain a day, which was already considered abundant.
A few thousand catties…
That’s enough for one of them to live for several years!
Even in their youth, constantly participating in Dungeon challenges, they tried to adjust their mindset to appear as happy as possible.
They could never have saved a few thousand catties of grain in their lives; this was definitely a huge fortune.
And listening to Third Old Master, these few thousand catties of grain were just what his Second Wa had earned during this period.
No!
What kind of business are you doing to earn so much?
Could it be that he’s fighting and robbing or engaging in illicit activities in Tidal Town?
The key is that the food is all stored in the system, so you can't even rob. Could it be that just by participating in a Dungeon every day, you can earn so much food?
That can’t be right!