God Level Farmer In Another World

Chapter 159: "Brother Alex, Can You Help? You're Full of Ideas."

After the bet was finalized, Jonathan King paid no further attention to Mark.

If he lost ten extraordinary plants, his father would kill him.

But Jonathan King wasn't worried in the slightest.

In fact, he had enough leisure to cuddle with two girls, laughing and chatting merrily.

Mark, however, kept his eyes fixed on the dueling arena, not blinking once.

It was clear he was far more nervous than Jonathan King.

On the stage, the Meat Grinder—his spirit reignited—raised his mountain-splitting axe and roared to the audience, drawing cheers and applause.

"Roar!"

The Snakewoman opened her mouth wide, letting out a sharp screech.

Even the human-like face atop her head emitted a seductive laugh.

Finally, the man and the monster clashed.

Brother Alex glanced at Mark.

"If you lose, are you really planning to put that woman into the Security Division team? If she joins, won't your dad skin you alive?"

Mark tightly gripped his empty wine glass, replying nervously,

"It should be fine. The Meat Grinder just needs to kill ten more monsters to achieve the Hundred Demon Slayer feat.

"The Meat Grinder is strong.

"The Snakewoman is just a weak D-rank monster. There's no way she's a match for the Meat Grinder."

Taking a couple of deep breaths to calm himself, Mark forced a smile and said to Brother Alex,

"Brother Alex, I bet you're very interested in extraordinary plants, right?

"When I win those ten extraordinary plants, I'll gift you one!"

Mark had noticed Brother Alex's sensitivity to the mention of extraordinary plants and guessed his visit to White Mountain City might be related to them.

Even though he and his father desperately craved extraordinary plants, he was willing to share with Brother Alex.

Brother Alex felt a tinge of warmth in his heart but didn't hold high hopes for the Meat Grinder.

He didn't believe the Meat Grinder could defeat the Snakewoman.

Having consumed the Soul Fruit, Brother Alex was extremely attuned to spiritual energy.

He could sense a wild and violent spiritual fluctuation emanating from the Snakewoman.

Though subtle, it did not escape Brother Alex's keen perception.

As expected, events unfolded as Brother Alex predicted.

In the arena, the Meat Grinder launched a decisive strike aimed at the Snakewoman's head.

But her figure blurred, her tail whipping upwards to meet the mountain-splitting axe head-on.

The Meat Grinder's face lit up with a victorious smile.

The Snakewoman's strengths were poison and speed; brute strength wasn't her forte.

The Meat Grinder was already imagining the Snakewoman being split apart by his axe.

The crowd erupted into cheers, confident of the Meat Grinder's imminent victory.

After all, who could have predicted that the Snakewoman would be foolish enough to confront the Meat Grinder's axe directly?

Especially the gamblers who had bet on the Meat Grinder to win—they were red-faced, yelling their encouragement.

The Meat Grinder roared, pouring his strength into the strike.

"Beast! Die!"

The next second, mockery flashed in the Snakewoman's pitch-black eyes.

"Ah!"

The Meat Grinder let out a miserable scream. His mountain-splitting axe was sent flying from his hands, and he was hurled backward over ten meters, his palms split open.

The Meat Grinder, who had engaged in direct combat with the Snakewoman, was sent flying?

The arena fell silent.

Mark's eyes widened in disbelief.

"How is this possible!"

He whipped his head toward Jonathan King.

Jonathan King was kissing one girl while another hid beneath the table doing unspeakable things.

Sensing Mark's gaze, Jonathan King shot him a provocative look.

Mark clenched his fists, gritting his teeth.

"Damn it! So that's why he showed up so late! He went backstage and fed the Snakewoman extraordinary plants!"

On the stage, the Meat Grinder stared in shock at the Snakewoman, who now stood upright.

He realized there was something unusual about her.

Searching the arena for answers, his gaze landed on Mark.

The Meat Grinder had pledged his loyalty to Mark and was privy to many of White Mountain City's secrets.

Naturally, he knew about extraordinary plants, a closely guarded secret among the city's elite.

His eyes filled with confusion.

Hadn't he been promised that after killing just 11 more monsters, he'd become the deputy captain of the Security Division team?

Why had the Snakewoman consumed extraordinary plants?

Was it all about money?

The Meat Grinder had already achieved 90 consecutive victories. If he died to the Snakewoman now, those who bet on her would walk away with astronomical wealth.

"Did Mr. Mark bet on the Snakewoman to win?"

Mark felt the Meat Grinder's puzzled gaze and nearly popped his eyes out of his head.

"Damn it!"

He stormed over to Jonathan King, grabbed him by the collar, and glared at him with a dark expression.

"You bastard! How could you give extraordinary plants to a monster?"

Jonathan King, startled by Mark's outburst, narrowed his eyes and replied,

"The extraordinary plants are mine. I can give them to whoever I want.

"So what? Do my extraordinary plants have to be used only by the Security Division?

"What's wrong if I feed them to the monsters in the arena?

"Your Ruffelo family has made enough money from this over the years, and now you're saying my King family can't earn any?"

Mark clenched his teeth so hard he could have shattered them.

"My father built Happy Valley to fight monsters, not to make money!

"Using extraordinary plants meant for resisting monsters to make money is completely against its purpose!"

It wasn't an exaggeration to say Happy Valley was White Mountain City's key weapon against monsters.

Happy Valley allowed people to release their pent-up desires, reducing unrest and keeping troublemakers in check.

It also gathered wealth from the people, enabling the Security Bureau to pool resources from the entire city to bolster its defenses.

In a sense, it was a clever strategy to unite the city through a medium that fulfilled people's cravings, much like how smokers on Earth inadvertently funded their nation's military with every cigarette purchased.

Jonathan King froze for a moment before bursting into mocking laughter.

"Are you joking? A place as indulgent as this can resist monsters?

"Don't think I don't know about the little schemes you and your father are up to.

"We're all managers of White Mountain City—why not make money together?

"Stop trying to hog all the benefits for yourself!

"Your Ruffelo family has made plenty over the years.

"Relax, next time, you can bet with me."

By the DJ booth, the host's energetic voice rang out, chanting some incomprehensible lyrics to rally support for the Meat Grinder.

The crowd, stirred up by the host, erupted into deafening cheers and screams, drowning out Mark's furious roar.

Mark withdrew his hand angrily, slumping onto the sofa with a bitter smile and shaking his head.

"If only the King family hadn't gotten involved with Happy Valley, I'd have full authority to suspend the duel.

"Now? Ha.

"A warrior who has killed 90 monsters must die such a humiliating death."

Whether for money or because the Meat Grinder was loyal to Mr. Mark, the King family would find a way to ensure his demise.

Mark suddenly looked at Alex.

This young man, who had ranked first in spiritual aptitude for three consecutive years in the South Sea Province, was once hailed as the South Sea's greatest prodigy.

"The Meat Grinder can die at the hands of a monster, but not at the hands of humans!

"Alex, can you save the Meat Grinder? You always have so many ideas."

Dying at the Snakewoman's fangs or at Jonathan King's hands made no difference to Mark.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Mark realized how foolish they sounded.

Alex might have been a prodigy in the past, but now he was just an awakened farmer-class talent.

Even if he'd experienced some mysterious events recently and had the ability to travel between cities, he was still just a farmer-class awakener. What could he do?

Unless the expert who had helped Alex cross cities was present, there was no hope.

After all, Alex had mentioned during a drinking session that someone had brought him to White Mountain City.

That person was none other than Huang Jie.

"Alright," Alex replied calmly.

Mark froze, staring in disbelief.

"What?"

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