Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
It was more than this that made people unhappy.
A few days later, Morani found Sui Xiong to tell him some shocking news.
“I have been to the Orc’s Holy Kingdom, the ‘Boundless Open Field,’ and had a meeting with His Highness of Sky Devourer Canine,” He said. “I know you care about this war so I went to ask him. I sense that you did not like wars, so I tried to talk him out of it.”
“So how was it?” Sui Xiong said, looking forward to His answer. “What did He say?”
Morani sighed. “He said He had to thank you, for they have enough people to start a war now.”
Sui Xiong’s eyes grew, and his mouth gaped so wide a giant dragon could do a samba dance in it. He was stunned for quite a while before he stammered his question. “Me?! Wha…. what does it have to do with me!”
“Hadn’t you been active in the Orc Empire back then? During that period, you cast a ‘Massive Estrus Spell’ whenever you saw an internal war happening amongst the Orcs. Your spells had great effects. Many of the villages who were killing each other eliminated their hatred for one another and started living peacefully. Because of that, the Orcs had fewer casualties from internal wars, and their population grew very quickly.”
Morani shook His head, not knowing to laugh or cry. “According to the Orcs’ normal speed of reproduction, they would have needed approximately another 100 years before they had enough troops to launch an attack, but in the end…”
He did not have to finish the sentence, as the meaning was very clear.
Sui Xiong was silent for a long time, but he could not help but swear. “What the actual f*ck! What is this thing!”
“Oh right. High Highness of Sky Devouring Canine wanted to ask you if you are willing to serve as the Orcs’ God of Reproduction? If you are willing, He can arrange ceremonies with a sacrifice for you in every Orc tribe. He knows that you do not like to be constrained, so you only need to put the name. You are not required to live in the Boundless Open Field and do not even need to follow His orders. As long as you do not oppose Him.”
Sui Xiong frowned. Honestly speaking, this suggestion by “Sky Devouring Canine” Lefon was very sincere, but he really did not like being grouped alongside a bunch of invaders.
“Did He ask me to reply as soon as possible?” He asked.
“No, He only said to tell you to consider carefully. He even expressed that Orcs will never care where you came from. With your abilities and growth speed, perhaps one day you could even be the Main God of the Orc God system.”
Sui Xiong could not help but mumbled another “f*ck.” He could not help but ask, “If I were to be the Main God of the Orc God system, then what would He be?”
“There are two possibilities. The first is you taking over when He passes on,” Morani explained. “Or, you can issue a challenge with Him, and beat Him in a match that everyone acknowledges. If He has not passed on by then, he will retire from the main Godly duties. Only the title ‘God of Dogmen’ and some other minor clergies will remain, passing the major clergy to you. Originally, ‘Iron Mask Ferocious Spirit’ Snakenell, as the ex-Main God of Orc Gods system, lost to His Highness Lefon in a challenge. He had to surrender his place as Main God and its related clergy. Now He is the God of Snakes and Snakemen, and has been serving His Highness of Lefon ever since.”
Sui Xiong was stunned for a while. He asked, “Didn’t Snakenell think of revenge? Wouldn’t He want to regain power? Wouldn’t Lefon be scared of His betrayal? Was He not scared that He would be stabbed in the back?”
“One can grab the position as Main God as long as they receive everyone’s acknowledgement on the challenge,” Morani smiled. “Betrayal and assassination would surely bring to the downfall of His Highness Lefon, but it would not get everyone’s acknowledgement. Everyone would be hostile instead, and might even gang up and attack. The Orcs are a fierce and bold race. They encourage good men to fight hard with each other. Playing in a conspiracy, of course, is a skill too. But it is impossible to get the title by playing with conspiracy and assassination!”
Sui Xiong thought hard for a long time, and he could not help but pout.
“Why do I feel the style of Orc God system is more suitable for me than the Human God system? This must be a d*mn illusion…”
“You are not human after all; you are a jellyfish,” Morani said, laughing.
Sui Xiong sighed deeply. He set the matter aside. He had not told anyone that he was actually not a jellyfish, but a human turned jellyfish.
However, as a human, he seemed unfit to be in this world. As a jellyfish, he was doing really well.
What is wrong!
The gathering of the big army in the Orc Empire still needed some time, even though the air for battle was getting thick. But the war could not start at this time. He had temporarily moved his focus away from the war and onto his clone, Crick Keane.
Baron Keane was currently very busy. After his hired experts finished cleaning and tidying up the internal parts of his territory, he promoted the revolution of farming in his territory.
The quality of farming in this world was quite bad. Using about 30 pounds of seeds on one acre of land had produced roughly 200 pounds of crops, and it seemed as if it was not bad at all. But in fact, once the piece of land had been farmed, it had to be fallow for two years before it was ready for replanting. As a result, the yield for that acre of farm was reduced to only one third, which was only 70 pounds.
Before traversing, Crick was an artistic worker. He was not familiar with agriculture. But even so, he remembered that the yield per acre was never this bad back on Earth, and he was sure he had never seen this insane a situation. Land that could be farmed for a year and fallow for two years was harsh. Considering that food was most important to the people, he decided to run a five-year plan in order to enhance their farming techniques.
First of all, he investigated the reason for fallow land. He found that the soil had to recover the nutrients lost during that year of farming. If this problem could not be solved then fallow land was unavoidable.
“Nutrients… that is fertilizer, right? I remember we used chemical fertilizer on Earth… but where can we find chemical fertilizers here?” He pondered for a few days. In the end, he remembered from his deep memory that farmers in China during ancient times used human and animal waste as fertilizers, so he proposed this idea.
“Poop? Such dirty things can increase the nutrients in our soil? You must be joking!” an old guy said. He was a subordinate familiar with agriculture who was temporarily appointed as the agricultural officer.
“It should not be a problem… soil is not human. It has no reason to feel dirty, I guess,” he said.
Thus, with the help of magic, a very small experiment began.
They found a small piece of land that had just been harvested. According to their customs, this piece of land needed two years to stay fallow before they could replant any food. Crick sent people to collect quite a lot of poop and buried it evenly under the ground. Then he used magic to speed up the growth of vegetation on the land. After about a week, there were all types of weeds growing. They waited until all the weeds had withered, and then cut and burned them, only to bury the ashes back into the soil again. They tried planting crops after that; this time the crops were growing really well. The result was even better than fallowing for two years.
This experiment had gotten everyone excited and happy because whatever it was, had meant that the two years of lying fallow could be reduced to one year.
But Crick was not satisfied. He ran another experiment to simulate the environment of fall and winter, to check if the poop that was buried in the soil could be turned into fertilizers after fall and winter.
The results of this experiment were similarly satisfying. As long as they buried the poop immediately after harvesting their crops, they could sow again in spring and the results were similar to if they had left the ground fallow.
The only problem was the weeds. They needed a lot of manpower to remove them. But compared to the previous method of farming once every three years, the production of the land was greatly increased.
When Crick and the group were dancing happily to celebrate the success of the experiment, the jellyfish was nodding with a smile from afar.
This was the best news he had gotten in a while.
