Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God

She was the first to accept the change of customs, and also the first willing to assist Gaven in carrying out a large-scale migration.

And she was likewise the greatest beneficiary.

In the process of resolutely promoting a semi-nomadic, semi-settled way of life, her influence was no longer confined to the Mountain Tribe, but began to spread to other Golia tribes.

This time was no exception.

If Gaven’s plan truly succeeded, then while the Berserk Blue Bear would indeed become the New God of their Golia, she would become the Divine Chosen Priest of the Golia, gaining the chance to influence and reform more Golia tribes, making them more prosperous and better developed.

"What you need to do is very simple: gather as many Golia tribes as possible and bring them to Mesnoel. The more people there are, the better the effect." Gaven let out a long breath; he had truly been worried Kellysha would be unmoved.

These Golia were not actually without desire; they were still full of longing and hunger for a good life and abundant supplies.

Kellysha was even more ambitious than he had expected; he wondered if it was the other half of her bloodline at work.

For Gaven, this was not a bad thing.

The ones he feared most were those who desired nothing at all—there was simply nowhere to get a hold on them.

"This?" Kellysha also breathed out in relief, and couldn’t help explaining with a smile, "Lord, there’s something you may not know: Mesnoel has already become the fixed wintering ground of the Mountain Tribe. As early as the beginning of autumn, they set off on their return journey; in just a few days, the main group will be back.

Starting from last year, those choosing to winter here are no longer just the Mountain Tribe, but also several other tribes. They all chose to settle some of their elderly, weak, and infirm here; this year they will certainly return as well.

I have reason to believe that after a year of word spreading, all the Golia tribes of the Marching Mountains should have heard the tales of Mesnoel. More tribes will come upon hearing the news; this will be an unprecedented grand event for our Golia."

As she spoke, this Camellia’s brows danced with excitement; there was a trace of unconcealable pride, for after all, this grand event had been orchestrated by her own hand.

Gaven, however, was rather dissatisfied after hearing this. "This approach is far too passive. We shouldn’t sit here waiting for them to come to our door of their own accord; we should take the initiative, send envoys to find them, and issue invitations.

And look a bit further ahead; don’t just focus narrowly on the Marching Mountains. In the surrounding ranges, are there any of your Golia people?

Especially the Alamir Mountain Range—it’s less than a hundred kilometers from the Marching Mountains. Since the Marching Mountains hold a great many Golia tribes, it makes no sense that there are none there. It may well share a common origin with the Marching Mountains. They too can be targets for invitation and alliance."

Kellysha sighed at her own inferiority. "Lord, you work on as grand a scale as ever; it’s my own vision that is too small. But there’s still time to make up for it. I’ll immediately send out envoys and issue invitations to all Golia tribes.

Those in the Marching Mountains are easy to handle; most of the tribes remain in contact and know roughly each other’s range of activity.

Those in the Alamir Mountain Range are harder; there are indeed Golia tribes there, but we basically have no contact with them."

"What is difficult for you is incomparably simple for our natural allies." Gaven snapped his fingers, and a ray of light shot out from the Crystal Tower above, falling upon a lush green oak tree.

The next second, that oak appeared not far from the two of them.

A beautiful, verdant figure emerged from within the oak, bowed to Gaven, and said, "Lola greets you, Rebooter. May I ask why you have summoned me, my lord?"

This was that symbiotic tree spirit. Like Kellysha, once the Conqueror Army had reached its destination, she had chosen to return to Mesnoel.

Most of the Enlightened Treants had stayed in Battle Valley, while those Dark Treants had chosen to travel thousands of miles back to Mesnoel; they were enamored with the Purification Power here.

"Mobilize our natural allies and search the surrounding mountains for traces of Golia tribes." Gaven ordered.

"Gladly at your service, Rebooter. I’ll see to it at once." Tree Spirit Lola bowed once more, sank directly into her oak, and vanished without a trace.

Soon, countless birds rose into the sky from Mesnoel, flying off in all directions.

Tree spirits, as natural beings, possessed the ability to communicate with plants and animals, and could command them to serve.

With these countless pairs of eyes in the sky, he believed that a large volume of information would soon be gathered.

"Only you, Lord, have the ability to mobilize all of Mesnoel’s resources. I understand what I should do now. Lord, wait for my good news." Kellysha submitted wholeheartedly.

Wherever this young Lord was present, stagnation would surely be broken, and tremendous Transformation would surely follow; this time would be no different.

"They’re back already; go meet them. Their potential has surely been squeezed dry—you’d best find a way to nourish them a bit." Gaven gestured toward the distance. "I’ll go have a look around."

The physical quality of those Golia youths was already astonishing, and that Tower Back Peak was their backyard. Under the support of the Berserk Aura of the Berserk Blue Bear, they had sprinted the entire way as if running hundred-meter dashes; naturally, their Speed was astonishing.

"Understood." Kellysha replied in tacit understanding and walked toward the returning Golia youths.

Though they lived in Mist Noerlo, they only moved within fixed areas.

The city still hid many secrets they could not access, especially the Crystal Spire.

They could only use three floors (the basement level, the first floor, and the second floor); as for the rest, they simply couldn’t find any door leading up.

And the Crystal Spire alone had sixty-six floors above ground, with countless floors rumored to exist below. They occasionally glimpsed dim shadows flicker past, but had never truly seen those beings.

Though both sides lived in the same city, the boundary between them was as clear as black and white, with no intersection at all.

Including the Legendary Arcanist Philancy—if not for her need to regularly exchange some living supplies with the Golia tribes, they would probably never have known that a powerful Mage was in seclusion here.