episode_0138

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Unlike the Kichera Kingdom, which he came to from the beginning to punish them, he came to the Gujak Kingdom to make a proper deal, so the story became a bit longer. We moved from the balcony to a proper conference room and talked about many other things after that.

‘As expected, I’m glad he’s a guy I can communicate well with.’

I felt proud of the smooth progress of the meeting. In fact, if you think about it, there is nothing in the conditions I put forward that would be harmful to humans, so of course the other party had no hesitation in just accepting the terms without any hesitation.

However, after going through the measles of King Kichera, the King of Gujak, who can talk so normally, is evaluated upward.

“I have summarized the contents we have shared so far into a document. Would you like to check it?”

At King Gujak’s words, the hands of his subjects, who had been recording something throughout the meeting, moved busily. It seemed like he was taking on the role of a secretary.

“Where….”

I was able to receive the records about 3 minutes later. It was not the usual parchment, but proper paper.

Eugene, the god of the other world, promised to bestow grace on humanity through an agreement with Stella, the great goddess who leads humanity to the constellations. Below are the grace given by God and the rules we must follow when accepting it.

1. Eugene provides mankind with agricultural products produced in the green land created around Argen’s Lair.

2. The Gujak Kingdom represents humanity, developing the land around the Green Land into a trading city and taking charge of food distribution.

3. Every quarter, humanity selects 20 death row inmates and presents them to Arjen as a tribute. Countries that do not cooperate with this matter may suspend the distribution of grace through internal discussion.

4. All mankind is prohibited from entering the green land.

5. The above graces and discipline are only valid as long as Arjen is alive.

There were no problems with the content. All the stories we had shared so far were well organized. Although, from my perspective, I often saw expressions that were so hard to bear that it made me cringe, this was negligible.

Number 1 is what I have to do. Of course, the amount I consume myself is excluded from those agricultural products. First of all, I have to eat to live, right?

Numbers 2, 3, and 4 were what I asked them to do, and all three were accepted without any objection. Of course, in case 2, since we had to transform a wasteland into a city, we would need help from Arjen and I, but we could help to that extent.

Number 5 is a clause I added late, just in case. This was purely for Arjen’s benefit, because when the day of Arjen’s death approaches, humanity will be able to prosper on its own without the help of others. It may not happen, but it will serve as a breakwater in the event that humanity is able to pose a threat to Argen, even if it is just one in a thousand or ten thousand.

“Good. I think you just need to know this and put it into action.”

As a result, from the beginning to the end of the meeting, they never stopped looking at me with awe. It was quite uncomfortable to look at people as if they were gods, but it had already been spilled. Since I was guilty of bragging about it, I had to continue pretending to be this ridiculous god.

“Thank you!”

After receiving that thank you and returning to Rare, I had more work to do. All farmland has been cleared and farming must begin.

Of course, all the actual farming is done by Arjen’s automatons. All I had to do was decide which crops to plant, where and how much to harvest. But surprisingly, it took quite a lot of thought to decide.

“It seems like it would be best to use rice and wheat the most… but the problem is how to balance the ratio of other crops.”

I didn’t major in agricultural economics, so there was no way I could know the ratio of crops needed by the people here. At least I know that we need a lot of sugarcane to make rice, wheat, and sugar, which are staple foods, but I have no idea about the rest.

The person who solved my concerns was Luv, who was quietly listening to my mutterings next to me.

“Corn. Let’s just use corn.”

“Huh? Why are you suddenly pushing the corn so strongly?”

Corn. From what I heard, it wasn’t a bad crop. It has the disadvantage of consuming a lot of intelligence, but there is no need to worry about that in the green land. However, as far as I know, corn does not store well and loses flavor quickly. Since food had to be transported from this small area of land to the entire continent, corn did not seem to have much merit.

“I think rice or wheat will be enough for grains, but how about root vegetables?”

“No, corn must be planted unconditionally.”

“Why on earth…?”

I couldn’t understand Rube’s enthusiastic attitude, and then I suddenly realized one thing.

“Could it be because of Luv… the whiskey…?”

Rube lowered his head in response to my question. It seemed like he was avoiding eye contact, but it was a clear sign of positivity.

I remembered the alcohol I bought from a peddler in the old days. It still lingered in my memory as it tasted and smelled very similar to Earth’s bourbon whiskey. Now that I think about it, I haven’t even had a drink since returning to Earth.

gulp.

I’m drooling inadvertently. It’s not that I’m particularly addicted to alcohol, but the idea that I might be able to brew alcohol myself makes me happy.

“Okay, then let’s grow barley and rye together.”

Suddenly, more than 80% of the total cultivated area was allocated to grain alone. Of course, I didn’t forget to rationalize. As I said before, grains will be easier to distribute than fruits or vegetables. With that mindset, food production in the green land began.

“…Wow.”

I was amazed at the speed at which the crops grew. When corn was planted, it reached maturity in just two weeks, and harvest time was approaching. Even though corn is fast to cultivate, I thought it would still take 3 months, but 90 days was reduced to 15 days. By simple calculation, it grows six times faster.

” I’m almost scared that I can eat this at this level…”

Let’s assume that winter is magically treated and farming is done all year round. At this rate, not just double or triple production, but 24 copies will be possible.

“I think I’ll be able to harvest other crops soon.”

Arjen, who can grasp the comprehensive situation through the automaton, said so. It was a great thing that the harvest season had arrived, but the problem was that the Guzaks were still just beginning to develop the wasteland, let alone a trading city.

“Hmm… I guess I’ll have to help you quickly.”

Of course, work will not be able to proceed as quickly as when the area around the lair was first created into green space. This is because the green land where the power of the World Tree resides cannot be created just like that. And since the original goal was to create a habitat, not to restore the ecosystem, we had to proceed in a different direction.

“Now that I think about it, you said you would help me last time, right? How can I help you?”

“Well? Wouldn’t wood and stone be enough?”

Although he is presumptuous, he is also illiterate in architecture. All I could do was visit the construction site with Arjen. There, we looked at frequently used equipment and processed a lot of wood and stone from the forest.

I don’t know why, but praise was constantly pouring in towards me. They made me do things that I thought would be good for them, and Arjen prepared all the materials, but I ended up picking up the pieces, so I was in a bad mood.

And the time has come for the results of those pieces of cake to be revealed. ‘Faith’ was properly established.

“Umm…?”

The first time I felt something strange was when I woke up very refreshed. As someone who sleeps hard every day, it was a perfect morning that I could never even dream of. The body that woke up with full strength, without any muscle pain, thirst, or even a single stiff corner, felt like it wasn’t my body.

It’s as if a blood hole has been pierced, with nothing to worry about. A feeling of omnipotence, as if you can do anything. It was a change that no matter how stupid he was, he could have noticed. This was the ‘faith’ that Stella and Prinia were talking about.

“Ugh, what… what…?”

Wayne, dressed in a maid’s uniform who came to clean up the room, made eye contact with me as soon as I opened the door and took a step back. She seemed to realize what was happening to me too.

“Hi, Wayne.”

“What on earth did you do…? Was it really God?”

It was so bad that even Wayne, who had openly said that he would come up with a new concept, made such a foolish comment. I suddenly became curious about how others see me, but unfortunately, I did not become self-objective at all.

“Well, what is it.. It’s a feeling I can only feel when praying to Stella. It could be said to be strangely sacred…”

“Aha. I guess I kind of know what it is.”

Now that I think about it, I have felt something similar. When I first encountered Prinia’s residual thoughts at the end of the world, I had the same strange feeling that Wayne mentioned. So, this means that I can feel that way now, but I suddenly became curious about Arjen’s reaction.

“Ugh…what’s going on?”

Arjen, who opened his eyes later than usual, rolled his face and yawned, perhaps because he had developed faith and woke up much faster than usual. After that, Arjen’s eyes met mine.

“Hello, Arzen.”