The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 526 - 427 We Undead Also Have Our Paru

Chapter 526: Chapter 427 We Undead Also Have Our Paru

The broken primer reappeared here, and the Mechanical God Cult had not anticipated it would manifest in another form. Lind was unsure if the mechanics on the Beastman were directly inherited from the Mechanical God Cult, but he was certain that there was at least some connection between the two.

The Mechanical God Cult held significant meaning for Lind, representing the development of magic industrialization.

Industrialization, although slightly suspect of being an offshoot skill tree, was of great assistance to infrastructure.

Including long-distance teleportation, long-distance communication, and more.

For the Magic World to progress and develop, placing all hopes on one person to ascend was clearly insufficient.

Just like activating a Teleportation Circle, some wizards could easily tear through space, traveling from one place to another. However, their abilities weren’t inheritable, and even with painstaking mentorship to students, due to talent limitations, as well as losses from war and various other reasons, the possibility of widespread application was low.

But with industrialized dissemination, just like the Teleportation Circles Lind had activated in the Main Cities now, even ordinary people could use them.

The difference between magic and magic industry was most apparent in the fact that some could fly and live for a thousand years, yet ordinary people still had to go hungry.

"Sky Star Magic School, Furnace, Mechanical God Cult, the Title of Beastmaster, Abyssal Power, and even hunted humans..."

Lind had only been in the Magic Land for a few days, but there were already too many things that had caught his attention. He was well aware that he was not without desires; it was just that ordinary things held no attraction for him.

Ruling a human kingdom was not as appealing as obtaining a Furnace comparable to a "Wishing Machine," nor was digging into the relationship between the "Abyss" and the "Great Rifts" that emerged across the continent... Being a king was quite ordinary, and his identity as the son of this era was far more prestigious than that of a king.

Indeed, only by continually "ascending" in exploration could one appreciate more interesting things. He had gradually shifted from wanting to live more securely to dying on the day of his choosing, to wanting to witness more intriguing events.

Indeed, human desires were boundless.

The Sand Pit Ranch began to bustle.

In the eyes of the Beastman at the Sand Pit Ranch, these horrifying Undead wrapped in Abyssal Power were like insatiable monsters; their hearts were even dirtier than their fearsome appearances. To live, they had to sacrifice everything.

Even their beauty!

There were Beastman cookmaids sobbing and worrying that someone would sneak into their rooms at night, compromising their innocence.

However, things didn’t seem to develop in the direction the Beastman feared. They were urged to work, build, breed, and be interrogated.

"Trade routes? Yes, there is definitely one from here to there. As for the prices..."

"What goods sell best?"

"Hiring other Beast Tamers? Beast Tamers are the lowest of professions..."

The surviving Beastman discovered that these terrifying humans seemed to be a little off in the head. They didn’t resort to violence, nor did they covet their beauty.

Humans had a great interest in wealth, cultivation, and construction, and their round-the-clock work forced the Beastman to toil alongside them, taking heavy tolls on their bodies and spirits.

"Work hard. Although, strictly speaking, you only need to work eight hours a day, but for the ranch’s development, would you really feel good clocking out early? You need to have ambition. Without hard work, when will I be able to ride a Scorpion Flea? Ah no, I mean, how can the Sand Pit Ranch develop? You’ve got to look at the bigger picture!"

They were more dreadful than slave owners, the Undead.

"How come his temper has become so explosive recently?" someone asked subconsciously.

"There was a downpour recently, and his car got flooded, then the tire blew."

"Damn, that bad?"

"It got worse. After fixing the car, he got a call from the dealership on his way home saying they forgot to reinstall the safety airbag after taking it apart."

"He’s still gaming after all that? He must be strong inside."

"Pfft, didn’t I just get my wallet snatched and I’m still gaming?"

"Big brother, I’m a girl, dial down the crude talk, please."

"Sis, you play a male character? And you sculpt it so handsome, shirtless?"

"Big brother, don’t you play a female character too? Wearing a mini skirt."

They exchanged a glance, each understanding the other—that they were kindred spirits.

Day after day, the same work repeated, with no respite at night, leading to numbed minds and dealing with various inspections from the Undead; the Beastman were on the brink of mental collapse.

Their hard work did see rewards, although the rewards didn’t fall upon themselves, but on the Undead.

Firstly, the Sand Pit Ranch underwent unprecedented reconstruction. The Undead, with their intense fixation on building, didn’t miss the opportunity to construct a new settlement.

Secondly, the Scorpion Flea production at the Sand Pit Ranch increased greatly. With sufficient energy supply and a habitable environment, the growth of the Scorpion Fleas was just a matter of time.

Under these circumstances, the first group of Undead mounted on Scorpion Fleas left. They were off to trade. Selling Scorpion Fleas.

The Beastman of the Sand Pit Ranch did not believe the Undead could succeed. Indeed, humans wielded the power of the Abyss, making others wary of trifling with them on this land, but Scorpion Fleas were one of the cheapest means of transport. Each Scorpion Flea caravan had its own fixed partners, and independent sellers trying to sell Scorpion Fleas were only a laughingstock.

It only took three days!

When the Undead returned, not a single Scorpion Flea was missing. On the contrary, there were more than twenty extra ones, and each Scorpion Flea had large sacks of goods on their backs.