From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 366 Religion, Ultimately, is the Happiness of Ordinary People

If the revelry in Mexico City was the strongest message from the country against the scourge of drugs, a message that reached the entire nation, then the celebrations were a powerful statement.

The drug dealers were devastated, and the anti-narcotics officers felt a sense of final salvation, but all of this had little to do with the residents around Juarez City.

Farmers in the northern region are being ordered to clear various poisonous plants from their fields and replant grains and cash crops.

The person in charge of this matter was Alex, and since the rain god is also, to some extent, the god of fertility, it was a good fit for his profession.

However, unlike Geron, who was making outrageous remarks in Mexico City, Alex's brow remained furrowed.

“Dear Mr. Alex, I am the owner of this farm! My name is Carlos.” ​​A man with a high nose like a European, but with the skin and eyes of an indigenous person, came up to him.

On this land, most people are of mixed race, forming a unique racial system known as "Latin Americans." However, they now all claim to be descendants of the Maya, Aztecs, or Incas.

After all, if they call themselves white, no one will stand up for them, and they will be discriminated against. But if they call themselves indigenous, they have the powerful gods of the Americas behind them, powerful enough to make the whole world bow down!

The feeling of having people behind you is probably something that the people of this land have experienced for the first time in hundreds of years.

It was a sudden sense of confidence and happiness, and also an indescribable feeling.

But when it comes to ordinary people, it's the terrifying reverence they feel for these extraordinary individuals who belong to their race.

“Hello, Mr. Carlos!” Alex said, shaking hands with the man and giving him a hug. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, my brother!”

This was the tribe's way of greeting each other, which left Carlos standing there stunned for quite some time before he recovered.

He stared at the other person, deeply moved. "This...this is how tribes communicate?"

"Yes, this is how tribes communicate! Every believer of the gods should be a brother. We believe in the gods, we are believers of the gods, we are life in the Fifth Sun Age, and we are also the remnants of the gods!"

Alex said with unwavering conviction.

After saying all this, he looked at the land in front of him. This land did not actually belong to Carlos; it belonged to the drug lords. But now, it belonged to this man.

“All the land on this continent belongs to the gods! This is the land of the gods, so it cannot be bought, sold, transferred, or transferred. You should understand, right?” Alex said.

Carlos nodded quickly, "Of course, the land of the gods is a gift bestowed upon us, and we cannot dispose of it carelessly!"

This is the real focus of their reforms, and the main reason why Alex is pushing it forward.

In fact, this land originally belonged to the Carlos family decades ago, but it was seized by drug traffickers.

After it was taken back, Ivan originally intended to return it to the original people and then redistribute it.

However, Alex disagreed. He knew perfectly well that if the land were really distributed to private individuals, the only possibility would be that it would become the property of large corporations through their forceful acquisition.

The only possibility for ordinary people to own these lands is to lose them. This is the profit-seeking nature of capital, and this is asset consolidation!
So he simply copied a good strategy from somewhere. The idea that the distribution of land should be supervised by the Papacy was useless. He simply and bluntly told everyone that this land was created by God and that no one had the right to sell the land, not even them, the chosen ones of God!

In this way, no one can acquire these lands unless they can defeat the gods and solve the potential land annexation problem at its root!

Those who first heard about the plan were amazed, and Karl even directly implemented it in the area they controlled.

Only in this way can the people's hearts be stabilized, and only then can the land they rule, and the people on that land, have their own base of support.

Judging from Carlos's reaction, what they did was indeed correct. After receiving the means of production, these impoverished people naturally felt grateful!

"They are grain merchants and will provide you with seeds and farming tools!"

Alex was accompanied by representatives from the four major grain merchants. These merchants controlled the country's food and seeds, and any plans to cultivate the land still required consultation with them.

However, these grain giants, who controlled crops in Brazil and crippled the entire economy of Argentina, were unusually respectful in front of Alex. They looked at Carlos and said very gently, "Mr. Carlos, we will provide you with seeds free of charge, and fertilizer and agricultural tools at cost price. As long as you nod, these things will be delivered soon!"

Hearing this, Carlos became wary. "I know what you do. You offer it for free at first, then start charging later, right?"

This group has been doing this kind of thing in Latin America for so long that even a farmer like Carlos has heard their stories.

These people first seize the market for free, and then plunder the country's resources by raising prices after the market is unified.

The company leaders could only sneer, because that was exactly what they thought. Even though they were there to help the indigenous people with their farming, they had never given up their food monopoly.

But Alex's words surprised them all: "Impossible. In the future, we will pass laws that stipulate minimum and maximum price ranges for these items to match the economic level of this region!"

"We are not the Mexican government that will listen to you. If you have any objections, send your people to talk to Chief Carl!"

This statement left these companies, who rely on food hegemony to rule the world, speechless.

Yes, their hegemonic plans rely on national strength. Previously, America could threaten Mexico at will, which allowed them to establish a foothold there.

But now, such a thing no longer exists. With the gods' support, would America still dare to threaten this kingdom?
Without the threat of a nation, if they were to resort to their old tricks, would they be killed by this nation that has already achieved extraordinary power?
The managers shuddered and quickly replied, "Of course not! We have an agreement with Mr. Alex; we will help you complete these tasks, and there will be no price increase!"

These people succumbed to the overwhelming power of the superhumans and the fear brought by that massacre, but this time, Alex brought more than just fear.

He waved his hand gently, and behind him, the seeds from the trucks flew out with the water and were planted in the ground in front of them.

Then, he began to pray directly to the sky:

"Tralok, you are the embodiment of the earth, the master of the storm!"

Please send down your sweet rain, as a sacrifice to the poisonous plants offered on this land.

Rain falls to nourish growth

Let the corn grow in this land, returning to the fruits of God!

As soon as these words were spoken, the farmers and members of these seed companies present saw the rain falling and the seeds being nurtured during this rainy season!
The seeds that were just planted have now begun to sprout, spin silk, and grow, slowly growing into heavy ears of corn under everyone's astonished gaze.

At that moment, everyone present finally understood the true meaning of the Rain God!

Traloc means "from the land" and was originally one of the gods of the earth, as well as the most important god in agriculture. Moreover, as the creator god, he had even greater authority!
"On this land, no one should be troubled by hunger, nor should anyone be judged by food. The people of the gods are judged only by the gods!"

Alex's words seemed even more sacred as the crowd knelt on the ground, and the managers of these seed companies suddenly realized that this was still a warning to them!
With the blessings of the gods, they would not face any risk of hunger at all; this was a complete demonstration of their strength!

Carlos and the other farmers, however, truly felt the greatness of the "Rain God." Their devout prayers echoed in Alex's ears, along with his questions.

"Your Excellency Mr. Alex, may we build a temple for His Majesty Traloc in the fields?"

Alex smiled and nodded. "Of course, that's your freedom!"

Ultimately, isn't religion, or mythology, something that was born out of a desire for the happiness of the people?

All the farmers smiled, knelt down on the ground, and prayed to the rain god, sending their prayers far away!
"Huh? How come the integration of the willpower of American mythology has suddenly increased so much?" Bai Yang, far away on Proxima Centauri, said with some surprise.

He could feel that the scattered willpower had suddenly coalesced!
Soon, it dawned on him: "That's it! Aside from war, aren't the gods of South America mainly agricultural deities? The last plate has been filled, and their faith has begun to evolve!"

P.S.: Oh no, I still can't write the extra chapter... I can't take it anymore, I need to sleep.

(End of this chapter)