I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Ian had never seen the ground turned upside down like this in his life.

There was no measuring, no planning, and no hesitation about "where to start".

Only a pure desire to plow the land!

The leading oxen planted the plow in the ground, and Angry Horn, the leader, put on the rope, and the four bull-headed men pulled together...

Click!

The ground cracked, it really cracked. The iron plow sliced ​​through the hardened soil like cutting tofu, revealing the dark brown new soil underneath.

The two or three minotaurs behind them who hadn't been assigned a plow each took a wooden stick and started smashing the clods of earth that had been turned up, shattering the clods and sending weeds flying.

There were also two men specifically responsible for uprooting trees. A three-meter-tall, crooked tree was uprooted by two minotaurs, each holding one side.

The tree roots swept up a large amount of soil, which flew through the air in an arc before landing with a thud in the distance.

Ian lay to the side, watching the scene unfold before him.

He suddenly understood why Charles said that "the Minotaur with angry horns is loyal but not good at thinking."

What does it mean to be bad at thinking? This means to not think at all.

When they were told to turn the soil, they did turn it, regardless of how much or how deep.

Those minotaurs didn't care; they just overturned it first.

The sun had completely set, leaving only a sliver of dark red on the horizon.

But the Minotaur people are still turning over.

When the moonlight rose, that neglected wasteland had already been turned upside down by more than twenty minotaurs.

The freshly turned soil gleamed damply in the moonlight, and the air was filled with the scent of grass roots and decaying leaves.

Nujiao stood by the field, drenched in sweat, the fur on his chest soaked into clumps.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, grinned at Ian, and asked, "How's that? Is it enough?"

Ian looked at the at least two-mile-long stretch of tilled land before him and remained silent for three seconds: "...That's enough."

Nujiao nodded in satisfaction, plopped down on the ground, and panted heavily.

The other minotaurs also sat down, some even lying down, staring at the sky with their bull-like eyes, panting heavily.

They vividly illustrate the saying, "There is no land that is over-cultivated, only oxen that have died from exhaustion."

The moonlight shone on them, making their muscles gleam like they were carved from stone.

Ian suddenly remembered something Charles had mentioned: "The Minotaur tribe is extremely fond of physical training."

However, this method of body training is a bit abstract.

They used the training ground as a plow, turning it over every day to train their strength. As a result, each of them possessed immense brute strength.

Ian lay on the ground, looking at the once overgrown wasteland, now transformed into a soft, flat patch of new soil. The soil had been pounded into fine, even pieces, with hardly any fist-sized clods to be found.

Ian took out the dragon blood wheat seeds that Charles had given him before, a crop that Vivian had improved with her blood.

Although the attempt was unsuccessful, Charles's extremely meticulous management resulted in the preservation of a bag of seeds.

These ears of wheat are twice as thick as ordinary wheat, with plump grains like small pebbles. The skin is a dark reddish-brown, and you can faintly smell a sweet, fishy aroma.

Ian activated [Analysis], and a flood of information poured into his mind...

Dragon Blood Wheat: A mutated crop nurtured with dragon's blood, rich in violent magic power. It requires extremely high magic concentration in the soil, making it extremely difficult to cultivate. It matures in three months, with a low yield per acre. Advantages: It contains magic power far exceeding that of ordinary crops, capable of meeting the daily needs of most intelligent monsters; and it possesses a very weak dragon's might to prevent pests.

"Next... should I fertilize the field? Or plant seeds? Ugh, this is so annoying, I've never farmed before..." Ian suddenly didn't know where to begin with farming.

Just as Ian was at his wit's end, a human head popped out from the ground and came face to face with Ian.

Angry Horn almost rushed up and smashed the man's head in with one punch, but Ian pulled him back.

Who among Shadow players can resist becoming a field mouse? The person who arrived was none other than Lilith.

She had already led the Gilded Rose Squad on a stroll through the desolate Dragon Territory.

Under the guise of familiarizing themselves with the work environment, it actually satisfied Lilith's slight desire for leadership and incidentally instilled some "basic information about the Dragon Territory" with a touch of chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur) in the three new humans.

Just like how they tricked Ian back then...

The three members of the Gilded Rose Squad who approached also looked completely fooled, their eyes even filled with a hint of admiration as they looked at Ian.

Ian didn't have time to correct him; he was still worrying about how to proceed with farming.

Although Lilith doesn't look like someone who would know how to farm, well, since we're already here...

Desperate measures, Ian bluntly presented the problem to everyone present.

If you can't solve the problem, then don't be the one to solve it.

"How should we farm?"

Lilith crossed her arms, looking thoughtful.

"Of course, it's sowing the seeds! I'll do it!"

Suddenly, Angry Horn spoke up. He was squatting at the edge of the field, fiddling with the freshly turned soil with his thick fingers, and took the bag of dragon blood wheat seeds from Ian's hand.

Ian looked at his thick fingers, then at the seeds that were barely larger than ordinary grains of wheat, and paused for two seconds before asking, "Are you sure you can?"

"Yes!" Nujiao patted his chest and guaranteed.

Then he reached out and picked up a grain of wheat...

Click.

The wheat grains were broken.

The angry horn froze.

Ian remained silent.

Lilith chuckled to herself.

"Huh? I was thinking..." His angry face turned bright red as he picked up another one.

This time it didn't break, but his fingers were too thick, and the grain of wheat sank into the flesh, making it impossible to see whether he had pinched it or not.

"I'll do it," Ian sighed.

Ian began to use his tentacles to poke small holes in the soil and stuff the wheat grains into them one by one.

Lilith watched the slime swaying as it planted the seeds one by one, and began to shake her head and say, "Too slow, and not cool enough. Even farming should be done with a cool posture!"

She also reached out her little hand and took a few seeds out of the bag.

Ian was ready to see Lilith's more efficient and stylish method of sowing seeds.

Lilith starts at frame 0, holding four seeds between each of her fingers, crossing them and waving them, her ten fingers flying like hand seals.

"Shadow Seed - Shotgun Mode!"

She let out a delicate shout, and black light condensed at her fingertips.

Whoosh whoosh!

The seeds shot straight into the soil like bullets, stirring up fine dust.

Ian was stunned.

Lilith blew on her fingertips and tossed her silver hair: "Hmph, this is called the Shadow Farming Style!"

Ian's jelly-like body gradually stiffened, as if he had been petrified.

Blood pressure... if slimes have blood pressure, it's skyrocketing.

He silently counted the ruined seeds, then looked at Lilith's "I'm so cool" expression, and thought she was really done for.

The touchpad was activated.

Three tentacles flashed and wrapped around Lilith's ankles, hanging her upside down.

Snapped!

The other two lashes struck her buttocks without any mercy, sending ripples through her hips.

"Ahhh, no! There are so many people! I'm a girl!" Lilith struggled in mid-air.

"Oh? Then I'll arrange pink tentacles for you from now on." Ian continued to slap.