Chapter 35: The Time Rain Farm

Chapter 35: The Time Rain Farm

Staring at the severed head of the Demon-Hunting Spider before him, Yu Sheng'an had a premonition that his Divine Palace's Ancient Castle would soon be renamed the Skull Chapel.

The thought made even his thick nerves twitch, and he couldn't help but rub his forehead.

"You idiot, why not send a succubus instead? What am I supposed to do with a head? Use it as fertilizer?"

Yu Sheng'an grumbled inwardly before casually waving his hand and teleporting the spider's head into storage. Yet, his spirits lifted.

The reactions of Qiuqi and Baluo had confirmed that his idea was correct.

More importantly, he realized he had been stuck in a misconception.

Due to the unique nature of his Contract Godhood, nearly all his current power came from summoned creatures.

He could use the Divine Palace's authority to suppress beings below the demigod level and forcibly bind them with contracts—but that was his limit.

As for true demigods or even godlike entities, it wasn’t that the Ancient Castle couldn’t suppress them—it was that he couldn’t summon them in the first place.

At that level, resisting his summons would be effortless.

This was the fundamental reason he feared the Five Great Righteous Gods.

Compared to their direct offensive capabilities, his own power was embarrassingly limited!

Fortunately, perspective determines altitude.

With his purely Blue Star mindset, he possessed an imagination utterly distinct from this multiverse.

Otherwise, how could he have elevated the Contract Godhood to its current heights?

Now, after modifying the Life-Sharing Contract, it suddenly struck him: if he couldn’t contract beings above the demigod level, he could cultivate them instead!

The abyss teemed with demons. Under the Survival-of-the-Fittest Mode, he refused to believe he couldn’t nurture at least a few demigods—or even stronger entities!

With this thought, Yu Sheng'an rose from his divine throne and paced the hall, deep in contemplation.

If he was going to implement this survival-of-the-fittest approach while sharing collective vitality, would that be a mistake?

After all, infinite vitality might allow inferior demons to survive purely by relying on it, defeating the purpose of the culling.

Perhaps he should establish a Tiered System, letting them share vitality in limited amounts?

No, no!

Yu Sheng'an quickly dismissed the idea.

A tiered system might work for relatively rational beings like humans—it could stimulate their motivation—but for abyssal demons? Unlikely.

The abyss operated on one fundamental rule: destruction.

Only by annihilating enemies, devouring their flesh and souls, could they absorb their power and even knowledge.

Abundant vitality would make them increasingly reckless—which was actually a good thing.

It meant they’d dare to challenge beings far stronger than themselves!

With this in mind, Yu Sheng'an concluded that the current shared-life model was nearly the optimal choice.

The Life-Sharing Contract would amplify all contracted creatures' survival odds, increasing their margin for error—effectively helping them grow stronger.

Of course, there might be even better models.

For example: a Last-Place Elimination System.

But before experimenting with these ideas, it was best to observe first.

Having settled his thoughts, Yu Sheng'an shifted his consciousness back to the god's projection in the side hall of the Magic Forest.

He stood and stepped out of the chamber.

Originally intending to head to the underground lab, he paused mid-step and instead turned toward the grand hall's entrance.

As Yu Sheng'an approached, the heavy stone door slowly swung open, revealing Dandell standing outside with a gloomy expression. "Sir, you're putting me in a very difficult position now," he said.

Clearly, he was referring to the matter of March.

Yu Sheng'an scoffed. "Originally, I only asked for a few magic apprentices. You were the one who forced everyone onto me. And now you’re blaming me for making things difficult for you? Dear Lord Dandell, using someone else to do your dirty work is one thing, but playing both sides is just disgusting."

A flicker of embarrassment flashed across Dandell’s sullen face.

Seeing this, Yu Sheng'an inwardly sneered even more.

These old foxes were always scheming in everything they did.

Little did they know—under the suppression of information, what use were their petty schemes?

As it turned out, ever since the assassination attempt that night, Yu Sheng'an had spent considerable effort analyzing the power structure of the Keville Empire, trying to deduce who had tried to kill him.

Who were the conservatives?

And who were the blasphemers?

Unfortunately, though he had a few suspects, he had made no real progress.

However, during this process, he had overheard the contents of several meetings held by the Willis Magic Plantation Association—crystal clear.

Well, what could he do? Their servants had secretly used the Internet Divine Technique to browse the Forum and chat to pass the time.

With the Willis Magic Plantation Association’s discussions laid bare, if Yu Sheng'an still couldn’t guess Dandell’s intentions, he might as well bang his head against a wall.

"I have no interest in your schemes and conspiracies. Stop testing me again and again. I have no desire for the authority of the Keville Empire. There’s only one thing I care about—"

Yu Sheng'an paused, his gaze solemn as he looked at Dandell.

"My Source Essence spring must not suffer the slightest loss!"

Dandell, whose schemes had just been exposed, quickly smoothed over the faint embarrassment on his face as if nothing had happened and changed the subject.

"So… the winter mallow Eileen developed—it’s real?"

"What do you think?"

"Was the only sample truly destroyed?" A trace of nervousness surfaced on Dandell’s face.

Yu Sheng'an gave him a look reserved for intellectually challenged children.

Dandell coughed awkwardly. "Winter is approaching. If we can quickly spread the winter mallow across the nation, the empire’s people—no, your Source Essence spring—would suffer fewer losses."

"That’s none of your concern."

Dandell choked on the retort, discomfort twisting his expression. After a brief silence, he said, "Respected Mr. Ajef, I apologize for my actions. I assure you nothing like this will happen again. Also… could half of these Wood Spirit Magic apprentices be reassigned?"

He needed to pull out half of them to placate the plantation owners’ discontent.

"No problem."

Dandell was stunned. He hadn’t expected the Internet God to be so accommodating, leaving the arguments he had prepared stuck in his throat—quite the uncomfortable feeling.

"I need a time rain farm. I’ll release them when it’s built."

Yu Sheng'an’s words left Dandell utterly dumbfounded.

"Time rain" was an advanced spell in time-based magic.

It attached the concept of time to rainfall, accelerating the flow of time for all living beings within the rain’s range.

This magic was often used in warfare.

Once rain formed over enemy troops, it could rapidly turn an army into a force of decrepit old men on the verge of death.

Dandell had never heard of a "time rain farm," but he still managed to deduce the meaning of the term.

His expression shifted slightly as he asked, "How big?"

Yu Sheng'an pointed behind him. "About the same size as this microgravity farm will do."

Dandell's face flickered through several emotions before he finally nodded. "Fine!"

Yu Sheng'an acknowledged with a nod and turned to return to the great hall.

The heavy stone door slammed shut with a resounding thud, leaving Dandell standing outside.

Dandell let out a slow breath. Though the Internet God had seemed unyielding during their conversation, in truth, he had shown considerable restraint.

At the very least, his own objective had been achieved.

"Time rain farm? Eileen? Winter mallow?" Dandell muttered the three terms under his breath, a flicker of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

The fact that the Internet God needed a time rain farm to cultivate crops could only mean one thing—the crops he was developing no longer required the interference of Wood Spirit Magic.

In other words, he had created an entirely new species.

Truly befitting of a deity!

As for Ajef's claim that the winter mallow had been cultivated by Eileen? Dandell naturally refused to believe it.

She was just a magic apprentice—what qualifications did she have to create a new species?

...

While Dandell remained convinced that the winter mallow was the work of Ajef, on the internet, Eileen's name was causing a sensation among the common folk because of it!

To them, no matter how mighty the mountain giant was, no matter how thrilling the act of vengeance in defense of one's own, nothing mattered more than filling their stomachs.

Especially with winter fast approaching.