Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God

If one could embed strategy and army cohesion into the racial characteristics, they would undoubtedly become the rulers among the many mountain tribes, with the towering mountains becoming their domain.

"For this, I must thank you, Lord, for it was you who broadened my horizons and provided us with the most suitable testing ground." Kellysha expressed her heartfelt gratitude as well.

Everyone dreams of leading their own tribe to thrive, and she is no exception.

What Kellysha saw and heard on the Conqueror Path made her realize a problem: while the entire world was developing rapidly, the Golia were the only ones indulging in ancient customs and traditions, sticking to the same practices for millennia.

Eventually, the Golia would be left behind, eliminated by the times, and would vanish into the annals of history.

To avoid such a fate, they must change, abandon some traditions, and embrace new things.

Mesnoel is a great opportunity and trial for this.

With two years of rapid development, not only did the Mountain Tribe seamlessly adapt to this lifestyle, but other Golia tribes in the Marching Mountains also came upon hearing, choosing to place their elderly, weak, sick, and women and children here.

The Golia are not truly ruthless; their past habit of abandoning the weak was purely compelled by lifestyle, but whenever there’s a chance to settle them and let them survive, they would endure all hardships to bring them here.

Some stubborn members of the Golia chose to follow the traditional ways, letting themselves be buried in the mountains, returning to the embrace of the mountains.

However, more were relatively self-preserving, choosing to accept another lifestyle, which is, in a way, a battle with themselves.

Many still harbor dreams, hoping that they can rejuvenate and once again scale the peaks.

"A city isn’t a city without people; otherwise, it’s a ghost town." Gaven responded with a smile, "I should be the one thanking you for bringing vitality to Mesnoel!"

"The Lord remains as humble as ever." Kellysha shifted the topic: "But please inform us in advance next time when bringing surprises, as they can easily turn into shocks."

She was, of course, referring to the recent mass Berserk incident.

Fortunately, she had completed initial transformations on these Golia youths, so the response was adequate.

If they were still the Golia of the past, it could have very well led to a mass bloodshed incident, as Berserk is an immensely powerful yet unstable force, only a step away from emotional breakdown.

"Don’t worry." Gaven said confidently, "Since I dared to do this, I’m absolutely sure of it. Berserk is an unstable power for ordinary people, but for a Demigod wielding Berserk power, if I can incite their Berserk, I can also suppress it."

Then he turned to the Berserk Blue Bear: "Lord Blue Bear, why not let these young ones witness your true strength?"

"Alright!"

The Berserk Blue Bear let out a low growl and immediately dashed out. As he ran, he shrunk down to the size of a normal brown bear, in a fierce, muscle-bulging version.

Despite his solid build, he wasn’t slow at all. Within a few minutes, he had already caught up to those Golia youths, with a brilliant blue light spreading from him, enveloping them.

The Golia youths, who had previously been in a state of fatigue and panting while gritting their teeth, suddenly roared as if invigorated, entering the Berserk state again with endless strength brewing as they embarked on a new round of hundred-meter sprints.

This is the Berserk Aura of the Blue Bear. As long as they are enveloped by it, those possessing Berserk ability can remain in a state of Berserk limitlessly.

Witnessing this scene,

Not just the ordinary Golia, even Kellysha, who had seen the world, couldn’t help widening her eyes, letting out an inexplicable exclamation, growing even more curious about Gaven’s experiences in the past.

What exactly has he been through?

Not only could he summon a Demigod at will, but he could also command it as if ordering a subordinate.

That was a Demigod, an unattainable existence.

Under normal circumstances, they could spend a lifetime without ever seeing one.

Now, not only did they receive blessings, but they also competed in a race together; what an honor is this?

The goodwill towards Gaven and the Berserk Blue Bear surged.

The Berserk Blue Bear seemed to sense it and was even more motivated. If he didn’t seize the opportunity to expand his belief, he would deserve to remain a Demigod for life.

Kellysha opened her mouth several times, finally resigning with a sigh, "The Lord, as always, doesn’t play by the rules, making me almost forget this feeling."

At this stage of development, things had completely transcended her understanding and she could no longer make judgments.

"Good things are meant to be shared." Gaven took her sigh as a compliment and readily accepted it. He quietly stepped forward a few steps, standing shoulder to shoulder, whispering, "Are you interested in expanding faith?"

The warm, moist breath brushed Kellysha’s elf-like pointed ears, seemingly drilling right into her brain, making fine goosebumps instantly cover her slender neck, her brain even momentarily freezing as she murmured, "Expand faith?"

For a moment, she couldn’t understand what it meant.

Gaven, unaware of his terrifying charisma, had no comprehension of the seductive effect his slightly intimate whispering could have, eagerly sharing his whimsical thought, "It’s about becoming the God’s Chosen of the Berserk Blue Bear, responsible for promoting his belief among the Golia. It’s a mutually beneficial endeavor.