God Level Farmer In Another World

The volume of the catchy music at Happy Valley rose, and the host twisted her fiery body in ecstasy.

The atmosphere in Happy Valley soared once again.

Cheers, screams, and the catchy music created a new symphony at that moment.

Alexander had expected the next round to feature a different fighter, but to his surprise, the Meat Grinder simply sat cross-legged, palms facing up, and began to channel his spiritual energy.

Alexander raised an eyebrow:

"When's the next round? Do we have to wait for a few hours?"

The Meat Grinder had already exhausted his spiritual energy, and it would take four to five hours for him to recover.

At that moment, a sizzling hot gladiator girl, wearing only a bikini, walked towards the Meat Grinder holding a pot of grass, her steps graceful and cat-like.

She bent down, placed the pot of grass in front of him, threw a seductive glance at the crowd, and swayed her hips as she left the stage.

The pot of grass caught Alexander's attention.

It glowed with a soft light, looking beautiful.

As the Meat Grinder rested beside the pot, the grass released bursts of spiritual energy, allowing him to recover rapidly.

Wasn't that the Moonlight Grass?!

Wasn't that the same Moonlight Grass I grew in my garden?

How did it end up here?!

Though the Moonlight Grass was only an F-tier extraordinary plant and didn't require a lot of points to exchange in his store, its presence in public view meant that some hunter had slipped out of his control!

Alexander muttered:

"Every hunter is under Rosie's surveillance.

How... how could this be?"

He shook his head, dismissing the thought:

"Maybe this world has Moonlight Grass too. It's not just mine."

While Alexander pondered, he saw the Meat Grinder pick a strawberry from the pot and shove it into his mouth.

The Meat Grinder's injuries were slowly healing.

Though it was a slow process, he'd definitely recover in half an hour.

Alexander's pupils constricted suddenly!

An extraordinary plant, wild strawberry!

Now Alexander was certain.

There was an out-of-control hunter in White Mountain City who had evaded Rosie's surveillance!

But how... how could this be?!

Mark, noticing the disbelief on Alexander's face, threw an arm around his neck with pride and said:

"Heh, as expected, Alexander, you're sharp.

Yep, the extraordinary plant brought to the Meat Grinder's side is indeed special.

Haha, no wonder you're so surprised.

Extraordinary plants! I was shocked when I saw one for the first time too!"

Alexander, in a calm tone, asked:

"Where did it come from?"

Mark paused for a moment.

He felt that his good friend wasn't just shocked. After all, they had been together through high school for four years.

He could tell Alexander was really upset now.

Could it be that Alexander had a connection with the extraordinary plants?

Remembering how Alexander had crossed the wilderness to reach White Mountain, maybe he had come for the extraordinary plants!

Mark had always seen Alexander as a genius. Even if Alexander had failed his awakening or something else happened, Mark never found it surprising.

Mark's expression slowly turned serious as he looked at Alexander and said earnestly:

"I don't know where these things came from. The deputy director got them.

Alexander, if you know what this is, you have to tell me!

This is important for me... and for my dad!"

Just as Alexander was about to say something, the catchy music in the background started to become more intense.

The female host at the DJ booth grabbed the microphone, stirring the atmosphere for the crowd.

"Next up! The Beautiful Serpent!" the host shouted.

A section of the stage began to slowly descend.

When it rose again, a massive python appeared in the center of the stage.

The python's body was black with some mottled patterns.

On its head, there was the face of a beautiful woman!

The face was charming, with eyes that seemed to send a subtle invitation.

No one thought the snake was beautiful. On the contrary, they found it utterly strange.

Golden vertical pupils, a crimson tongue, dense scales, and a human face on the snake's head.

It was downright disgusting.

A waiter came over with a phone and a leather bag, offering guests a chance to place bets, approaching Alexander's table.

At that moment, a sharp voice could be heard from not far away:

"Why is someone sitting at table 388?

Get them out of there!

Who else but me has the right to sit there?"

Alexander looked down at the number on his table.

He then looked up at the young man walking toward them, shouting at the waiter.

The young man was holding two alluring women by his side, swaying drunkenly as he walked.

Mark's face darkened severely:

"Mr. King, do you think I'm not qualified to sit here?"

The young man was none other than the only son of the deputy director, Mr. King.

Upon seeing Mark, Mr. King sneered:

"Oh, it's Captain Mark.

I thought some clueless person had stolen my exclusive spot.

Since it's you, I'll let you have it."

The words seemed like a compliment, but they were laced with disdain when considered closely!

Mark was about to lose his temper but suddenly remembered his father's warning—never get into a conflict with the King family.

Suppressing his anger, Mark gritted his teeth.

Meanwhile, Jonathan King chased off the guests at the next table and sat down. Ignoring everyone around him, he began making out with one of the women.

Mark cursed him silently—bastard.

Once upon a time, Jonathan King used to trail behind Mark, calling him "Bigh brother Mark" every other sentence.

Mark had treated him well back then, even telling him that their fathers' grudges shouldn't affect their friendship.

And now? The King family had found themselves a powerful backer.

True colors revealed.

"Sir, would you like to place a bet?" a waiter asked.

Mark, seething, downed his drink in one gulp:

"Four gold coins! On the Meat Grinder!"

"Understood," the waiter said, recording the bet.

Jonathan King couldn't resist stirring up trouble again:

"Looks like Captain Mark has been winning a lot tonight, huh?

I keep hearing people say that in Happy Valley, the wins and losses all come down to what the Ruffelo family decides.

Isn't there some insider trading going on here? I mean, this is your family's business, after all."

Mark glared at Jonathan King:

"Speak properly if you're going to speak. If you can't, then shut your damn mouth!"

Mark's father had built Happy Valley primarily to maintain peace in White Mountain City—making money was only secondary.

The earnings went toward city defenses.

If White Mountain City fell, what good would money do anyway?

Jonathan King slapped his forehead dramatically:

"Oh, I almost forgot!

Happy Valley belongs to the King family now, too.

Even if there were any shady dealings, they wouldn't escape me!

Captain Mark, forgive me, I've had too much to drink—ha ha ha."

Laughing, Jonathan King tossed four gold coins to the waiter, then smugly declared:

"I'll bet on the Beautiful Serpent."

The waiter quickly took the money and left, sensing the heavy tension in the air.

Jonathan King, his arms wrapped around the woman next to him, smirked at Mark:

"Captain Mark, gambling on money is boring. Why don't we raise the stakes?"

Mark didn't back down and shot back:

"Fine, let's play. What do you want to bet?"

A sly glint flashed through Jonathan King's eyes:

"Great. I'm betting on the Beautiful Serpent, and you're on the Meat Grinder.

Let's make it interesting.

I heard you kicked John Doe out of your division recently, right?

If I win, how about arranging for this beauty here to take his spot as captain?"

As he spoke, he groped the woman next to him, causing her to giggle flirtatiously.

It was obvious she was just a hired girl.

Placing a woman like that in the security division was nothing short of a slap in Mark's face.

Mark's face darkened, his expression turning ice cold:

"And if I win?"

Jonathan King shrugged indifferently, a smug smile on his face:

"Anything you want, I don't care.

The King family lacks for nothing."

Mark, his face still dark, declared:

"If I win, you'll give me ten extraordinary plants."

Jonathan King froze for a moment, silent.

Mark smirked, his tone mocking:

"What's wrong? Scared?

Did your old man beat the guts out of you?

If you're too afraid, don't bet—coward."

Jonathan King's eyes bulged with fury:

"Who are you calling a coward, you fat pig?!"

Clearly, he was losing his composure. Dropping all pretense, he snarled:

"I'm not scared of anything, you hear me?!

If you win, I'll steal ten extraordinary plants for you if I have to!"

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