Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God

"You dare play tricks in front of me!" the Lord of War, Tempus, roared. "Then don’t blame me for being rude."

He merely shifted his body to the side and blocked Gaven behind his towering frame, taking all the pressure onto himself.

At the same time, he raised his hand and swung his axe.

The target of the chop was not the Prince Ubar, but the sky that was being rent open.

There was a sharp tearing sound.

The crack that the Demon Prince Demogorgon had torn open instantly doubled in size, and the seawater from the Demon stomach surged even more violently.

If this continued, it would not be long before the Demon Prince’s Godhood Form could directly squeeze its way through.

This axe strike was far harsher than if it had landed on the Prince Ubar; even the Godhood Form could not help but shudder several times.

Clearly, it was enraged.

The enemy had already seized him by the throat; he had no choice but to bow his head.

In the end, he could only grit his teeth and say, "All the other conditions I can agree to, but a hundred years of self-imprisonment is impossible."

This condition affected him far too much; it was equivalent to forcing him into a purely passive, beaten state for a century, which was absolutely intolerable.

"The hundred years of self-imprisonment is non-negotiable." Gaven’s attitude was utterly firm.

Demons were notorious for breaking their word, and Prince Grazte of the Ubar was one of the worst among them.

If no restraints were placed on him, he would try to find a way to tear up the contract at any time.

Even signing this hundred-year self-imprisonment contract did not mean everything would be fine.

At most, it saddled Prince Grazte of the Ubar with a troublesome task, keeping him busy for a while, leaving him no energy to spend on Gaven, and winning time for Gaven’s own development.

"Tempus, are you the master here, or is he the master? A Mortal says something and you just listen?"

The Prince Ubar fell back on one of his usual tricks: sowing discord.

"He is my future Deity, a member of my War God Faction. What he says is what I say." The Lord of War stated his position openly, standing firmly behind Gaven.

For Tempus, the greatest gain from this venture into the Bottomless Abyss was not Uthgar seizing the Berserk Priesthood.

It was the value Gaven had displayed; his Path Divine Position would be a crucial First Ring in the wars of the future.

The Wealth Goddess Woken he had rescued would likewise be of tremendous help to him.

Every war needed wealth as its backing, and wealth was also the root cause of countless wars.

The two sides were locked in a standoff, separated by the void.

They could only watch as the Demon Prince Demogorgon slowly rent the sky wider and wider, sending his Demon Army pouring through in an unending stream, while the raging flood gradually devoured Zelata and countless aquatic Demons reveled in madness.

Right now, the longer the delay, the more advantageous it was for Gaven’s side.

Prince Grazte of the Ubar’s face was as dark as iron. Clenching his back teeth, he said, "Fine, I agree to your terms. Draft the contract!"

"Hold on..." Gaven cut in to stop him.

"What now?" If looks could kill, Gaven would already have been slain by the Prince Ubar a thousand times over.

"The terms have changed. Now we need to add one more: you must fully withdraw your troops from Shendilawell." Gaven added.

"You’re pushing your luck." Half of Zelata could hear the grinding of the Prince Ubar’s teeth; he wanted nothing more than to tear this man in front of him to pieces.

Gaven completely ignored the hatred in his gaze. Since he had already offended him, he was not afraid to offend him a little more. Smiling, he replied, "Our conditions will change with the situation. If you stall for a while longer and your situation gets worse, we might even raise the price."

The sudden price hike and consolidating his alliance with the Queen of the Succubi was only one side of it.

On the other side, it was to apply pressure on Prince Grazte of the Ubar, deny him extra time to think, and force him to sign the contract as quickly as possible.

The more rushed the signing, the less chance he had to sneak tricks into the wording.

"You Devil!" Grazte’s molars cracked again with a snap. He was usually the one jacking up prices on the spot; he had not expected to taste his own medicine today.

But given the current situation, he could only pinch his nose and accept it.

"Thanks for the compliment." Gaven felt no shame at all; in fact he was proud of it. "To ensure the contract is fair and effective, it will be drafted and witnessed by the Trade Lady."

Anyone who understood Demons would feel a deep dread of their contracts.

Especially a Prince Ubar who was in no way inferior to those Archduke of Devil in the realm of conspiracy; he was famous for playing with others through contracts.

Having the Wealth Goddess Woken come forward to draft the contract was putting the matter in the best possible hands.

Contracts were a crucial First Ring in trade.

With the standardization and spread of commercial activity, fair and just contracts were indispensable; for the Goddess of Trade and Wealth Woken, this was a perfect expansion path for her future Divine Position.

She had already proven the power of contracts with her actions; it was precisely by relying on a contract that she had avoided falling.

And the contract to be concluded now was between two beings of Strong Divine Power.

With the Wealth Goddess Woken serving as drafter and witness, word of this would inevitably spread throughout the entire Multiverse.

What better publicity could there be? Riding this momentum to open up the Contract Divine Position would be only natural.

Anything Gaven could think of, how could the Wealth Goddess Woken fail to see it? In his Soul, she cheered and exclaimed, "You are my Hero, not only saving me from the Misfortune of captivity, but now also helping me advance into a new Divine Position. I will never forget this favor.

From this day forth, you are my chief among the Chosen. My Church and Believers in the Felen Pantheon will be at your disposal, helping you with all their might toward Divine Enthronement."

After seeing the God of War Tempus, all doubts about Gaven’s identity vanished.

This was a native being of Strong Divine Power within the Pantheon of Faerun. If even he could not be trusted, then there was no one in this world she could trust.