God Level Farmer In Another World

Chapter 155: Happy Valley

Alexander followed Mark and got into a modified sheriff's car, arriving shortly at the Security Bureau.

Mark lived at the Security Bureau. According to him, the chaos caused by monster invasions over the years had crippled the city's water and electricity systems. The only place in the city with sufficient water and electricity was the Security Bureau.

The bureau had two wells and a few generators. In contrast, residents in the ordinary districts struggled even to get water, let alone electricity. At night, those neighborhoods were pitch black, with only a few households using candles for light.

When Mark talked about life in South Sea City, the longing in his eyes was palpable.

The Security Bureau had five floors. The third floor housed White Mountain City's officials, and Mark brought Alexander to the fourth floor, where he settled into a room.

Alexander couldn't tell what the room's original purpose was, but now it was furnished like a hotel.

It was only in White Mountain City that Alexander truly felt the oppressive aura of the monster invasions.

After getting Alexander situated, Mark left to handle his work, promising to take him out that evening to "broaden his horizons."

That night, Mark burst into Alexander's room as soon as he was done working, pulling him along to leave.

As Alexander followed him out, he noticed Mark was still wearing his Security Bureau uniform and driving the bureau's modified car. Suspicious, Alexander asked: "Don't you guys have a dress code after hours? Isn't this against the rules?"

Mark shrugged indifferently and said: "Wearing this uniform in White Mountain City is a status symbol. Driving a Security Bureau car here is more impressive than driving a Ferrari in South Sea."

He then added mysteriously: "Come on, let's find a good place to chat."

As they drove through the streets, Alexander noticed the number of people had increased. Curious, he asked: "Why are there so few people out during the day, but the streets are crowded at night?"

Mark replied casually, steering the car with one hand: "It's their way of venting. They're celebrating the fact that they survived another day. Monster attacks on the city are happening more frequently. Every day alive is a blessing."

Looking out the window, Alexander observed the chaotic scene on the streets. Many people behaved like madmen. Some women were haggling with men over the price of certain "services."

Mark suddenly pointed at a young girl and said: "See her? I've been with her before. Guess how much she charges?"

Alexander shook his head.

Mark grinned: "Just a bowl of rice."

Alexander raised an eyebrow and took a closer look at the girl. She was quite pretty and had a good figure. How could her price be so low? Could White Mountain City really be in such dire straits?

Mark continued: "It's not really about the money or supplies for these women. They're just looking to release their pent-up frustrations. A small token, like some material goods, gives them the illusion that their indulgence has value."

Alexander had expected White Mountain City to be struggling, but not to this extent. He blurted out: "Then why is the crime rate here so low?"

Alexander had manipulated zombie awakeners to cause chaos in South Sea before, making it the city with the highest crime rate in Xia Country. But White Mountain City, with all its disorder, somehow managed to have a lower crime rate than South Sea during its worst times.

Mark gave Alexander a startled look and asked: "How do you know about the crime statistics of different cities?"

Then, as if realizing something, Mark's expression returned to normal. "Considering how brilliant you are, it's not surprising you know so much."

Mark went on: "The main reason is White Mountain City's system.

Ordinary citizens have their daily resources strictly controlled—just enough to leave them 80% full. And they have to work to earn money.

Even if it's something minor, like weaving uniforms for the Security Bureau or repairing useless defenses in residential areas, they spend most of their energy just earning their three meals a day.

Under these circumstances, anyone still committing crimes is a real troublemaker."

Mark's eyes glinted with a cold light as he added: "White Mountain City doesn't handle criminals the way South Sea does, locking them up for a few years and letting them go.

Robbers, rapists—those who are too ruthless or too bold—might one day turn their fists on a sheriff.

For such troublemakers, the Security Bureau has only one solution: 'Kill.'

If someone reports a troublemaker, the bureau even rewards them with a large amount of supplies."

Mark continued: "So, troublemakers basically don't exist here. Anyone dissatisfied with White Mountain City's system is free to leave. But why would they leave? To feed themselves to the monsters?"

Overworking the people is a form of oppression. Encouraging them to report one another is degrading. The looming threat of monsters instills fear. And finally, executing criminals with an iron fist ensures compliance.

With these methods in place, it's no surprise that White Mountain City has good public order. However, this also means the common people aren't treated as humans. They have no rights.

Alexander spoke softly: "You've changed a lot. By the way, how did you become the Captain of the Security Forces?"

Mark scratched his head and replied: "I was nominated for the position before I even graduated. It was approved by higher-ups. My dad is the Security Bureau's chief here in White Mountain City. Honestly, it was just a formality.

The higher-ups only gave my dad one directive: just keep White Mountain City intact. They don't care what methods he uses, and inspectors never bother coming to this godforsaken place."

Alexander slowly turned to look at Mark, his expression complicated.

He was considering detonating the volcano at Changbai Mountain's Heavenly Pool. He was confident he could minimize the damage, but White Mountain City would inevitably suffer.

Mark, mistaking Alexander's contemplative silence for shock, grinned smugly. He looked like a college student bragging to his roommates: "I'm laying it out now, no more pretending—I'm a second-generation official, and a pretty badass one at that."

After a while, Alexander finally said: "So you're the young master of White Mountain City." His tone was calm, measured, with a hint of something unspoken.

Mark, thinking Alexander might be upset, quickly explained: "Brother Alex, I really didn't talk much about my family back in school—it was all confidential."

Sensing the tension, Mark changed the topic: "Honestly, I miss South Sea. There's bathhouses, malls, and even internet cafes! Not like White Mountain City—just monsters and more monsters.

By the way, what have you been up to since graduation?"

When Alexander mentioned farming, Mark exclaimed: "What?! You actually became a farmer?"

Then, hearing about the coffee shop, Mark laughed in disbelief: "No way! You even opened a café? Brother Alex, you're amazing!"

Eventually, they arrived at Mark's chosen hangout spot. The venue was massive, like a stadium.

A large neon sign outside displayed three glowing characters: "Happy Valley."

From outside, the heavy beat of metal music could be heard thumping from within.

About a dozen men in black suits stood at the entrance, stiff and formal.

Alexander observed them closely, noting the firearms at their waists and the faint spiritual fluctuations emanating from their bodies.

They were clearly skilled.

With his continued development of the Soul-Soul Fruit, Alexander could gauge their spiritual strength and determine their exact levels.

All of them were D-rank!

Mark parked the car in a designated spot, and a valet eagerly ran over to open the door for him.

Alexander glanced again at the glowing "Happy Valley" sign and asked: "Mark, what is this place?"

Mark, with a mysterious smile, replied: "The poor have their ways of venting, and we have ours. Trust me, this place will blow your mind."

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