Wasteland Lord: Starting from Thirty Days to Live

After resolving the issue of unrest among his subordinates, there is one more thing worth mentioning.

Vittorio only recently realized that although he had entered Riverbend Fortress, the survivors of Riverbend Fortress—including Edmund—had not appeared in his system.

In other words, they are not in the character module!

Vittorio thought about it for a long time and finally concluded that it was because these people did not regard him as a lord.

In other words, Vittorio has not yet officially "conquered" them.

However, given the current trend, it's only a matter of time, or perhaps a catalyst.

There are at least a hundred people in the camp, not to mention some high-value individuals.

If Vittorio could gain their genuine approval, he couldn't imagine how many more Lord Points he would gain.

But... time is still time.

Vittorio frowned.

He lacks time.

In short, that's how it is.

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Two months later.

On the fields outside River Bend Fort.

Old farmer Gavin squatted on the ridge of the field, measuring the distance between the wheat stalks inch by inch with his hands.

"Hey! That young nobleman's prediction of 'a punch's distance and a kick's width' is absolutely amazing!"

Gavin observed the scene before him: the furrows were as neat as if drawn with a ruler, and the wheat stalks on them stretched out vigorously, their leaves receiving ample sunlight.

The wheat stalks were still growing and had not yet sprouted ears, but their healthy, glossy green color and robust stalks already foreshadowed a bountiful harvest.

In comparison, the situation in the neighboring fields is much worse.

Those were the fields that Henry was in charge of.

Just two months ago, the two of them had a fight over who should conduct the experiment according to the new nobleman's method.

In the end, the honest and unassuming Gavin was defeated and took on the experimental task assigned by his superiors.

I remember Gavin having some doubts back then.

What does a noble young master from the capital know about farming? What if the fields are all destroyed if we follow his methods?

With this in mind, he acted as instructed while still feeling worried.

But as the wheat seedlings grew day by day, his mindset gradually changed.

To his surprise, his wheat seedlings seemed stronger, healthier, and greener than those of his neighbor who grew them using the old method!

Two months later, the contrast is so stark that it cannot be ignored!

Look at the fields next door!

The fields lacked neat rows and were overgrown with weeds. Due to insufficient tilling, the soil became compacted, resulting in an uneven and unsightly appearance.

Most importantly, the wheat seedlings were thin and weak. The wheat seedlings in the neighboring fields were all withered and thin, with stems as thin as silk and leaves that were pitifully narrow. Large patches of yellow had appeared at the bottom.

If you were to compare two fields of wheat stalks, it would be like comparing a tuberculosis patient to a strong man. The strong man could easily knock down the frail tuberculosis patient with one punch!

Henry also came to the field to check the situation, sighing as he looked around.

Normally, what he saw on his field would have been quite ordinary, but this year, compared to Gavin, he felt his wheat seedlings were far too thin and small.

Gavin looked at Henry, who was sighing and groaning, and burst out laughing.

"Two months have passed, it seems you're destined to lose! My wheat seedlings are thicker and stronger than all yours combined."

"I remember you said before that anyone who believed in Lord Vittorio was a complete fool. What do you say now? Hahaha!"

Henry sighed, his face slightly flushed.

He squatted down without a word, thinking about Gavin's actions over the past few days, and began to pull out the weeds one by one, just like Gavin did.

However, the growth gap of two months is not something that can be easily bridged.

And similar scenes are happening in many other places as well.

In the western part of the castle, the original stables have now been converted into a boiler room, where large pots of water are boiled every day.

The women lined up to receive hot water, which they used to wipe their bodies, scald their clothes, and replace the original cold well water for drinking.

Two close women were peeking out and discussing something.

"Little Jack used to always complain of stomach aches, but recently he started drinking hot water and his stomach aches have stopped."

"Yes, look at my little Beth."

She lifted the swaddled baby.

"She used to get rashes on her bottom all the time, but now when I wash her diapers with boiling water, the diaper rash is much better."

And in the boiler room, there is a regular customer every day, namely Grandma Martha.

She was originally the only medical staff member in the camp. She was a little confused when the new rules were implemented, but after a few days she also noticed the benefits.

She skillfully washed the linen used for bandaging in boiling water and then dried it in the sun.

She collected the dried linen and, along with the new herbal remedy Vittorio had told her about, carefully applied it to the wounds of the injured.

Martha had white hair, a somewhat ugly face, and a fierce tone, but her movements were very gentle.

The cool herbs landed on the wound, and the injured man let out a comfortable sigh.

"Grandma Martha, your skills are amazing! I can't feel any pain anymore, and there's no sign of pus coming out of the wound. It even feels itchy. Maybe it will scab over in a while."

She shook her head.

"It's not that my skills are great, it's that Lord Vittorio, he really does have some talent."

"He said that scalding the linen with boiling water makes it cleaner. In the past, when he bandaged his wounds, they would always ooze pus, and the wounds would look like rotten mud, but after scalding the linen with boiling water, this problem never occurred again."

"And this prescription, a little bit of thorn, crushed and dried in the shade, then boiled in water with a little oil, and then dried, is much more effective than the previous herbal prescriptions."

"Since Lord Vittorio arrived, the atmosphere in the entire camp has been completely transformed, which seems to be a good thing after all."

While Granny Martha was secretly admiring herself, someone was anxiously walking around the castle perimeter, searching for Vittorio.

He is the hunter Rem, who was assigned to compost.

He initially complained a lot about the job.

How could a hunter who makes a living by his skills deal with shit?

But two months later, he started actively looking for feces.

Do you have any extra feces in your house?

No, no.

"And you?"

"You took it all yesterday, and you even watched me poop in it."

Rem asked around and then let out a long sigh!

"Sigh! Now everyone knows that manure can be used as fertilizer to make wheat seedlings grow strong, and they're all scrambling to come to me for my composted manure, but I really don't have that much poop!"

After all, human excrement is limited; no one can eat and then immediately defecate. Even if one did eat and then immediately defecate, the amount excreted would still be limited.

Moreover, even with the addition of withered leaves, wheat straw, wood ash, and a whole host of other miscellaneous materials, it is still not enough for the land.

Rem never imagined that one day, even excrement would turn into gold!

With that thought in mind, he disregarded everything else.

"No, I must report to Lord Vittorio immediately!"

Just thinking about it, I realize I haven't seen that thin, young lord much lately.

Rem started asking around.

"Do you know where Lord Vittorio has been lately?"

The last person pointed him in the right direction.

Vittorio has been spending his days lately in the secluded east side of the castle corridor with Edmund.

The two were acting mysteriously, and no one knew what they were doing.

Rem hurried toward the east corridor, and before she got close, she could hear a suppressed growl.

"drink!"

You can see one person punching a wooden stake, while another person stands by with his arms crossed, observing, like an instructor.

When he got closer, he realized that the one throwing the punch was Vittorio, and the one supervising with his arms crossed was Edmund.

Rem peered into the distance, where the sunlight cast long shadows. Vittorio stood in the light, drenched in sweat, and punched the wooden stake with all his might.

He rolled up both arms, making them difficult to see from a distance; only one arm appeared to have some additional patterns.

Some grayish colors are spreading along the pattern, but many more colors are simply extending recklessly.

With a low shout and a burst of strength, the groove on his arm lit up for a moment, as if responding to his thoughts, but only for a moment. Soon, the faint light was submerged by the more turbulent and rampant gray!

"Uh... cough."

Vittorio coughed up a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"stop."

Edmund, who had been watching from the sidelines for a long time, finally spoke up to stop them.

However, Vittorio seemed to be possessed at this moment, ignoring his warnings and continuing to attack the wooden stake, as if he were fighting against himself.

He swung out suddenly, this punch was more ferocious than the previous ones, with a relentless determination to achieve his goal, directly causing his knuckles to bleed profusely, the bloodstains clearly visible on the wooden stake.

I said, stop!

Edmund stepped forward and grabbed Vittorio's arm.

Vittorio then stopped as if exhausted, leaning against the wall, panting heavily, his voice hoarse.

"Why...can't it be done?"

"I've followed your method step by step—physical training, mental guidance… I've even trained and meditated for longer periods each day than you required, but why just won't it penetrate?"

Edmund frowned, observing and pondering.

"The texture was filled in, but the gray area expanded much faster, twice as fast as the former."

"It's like a leaky basin. You keep catching water, but more water leaks out than you catch. Eventually, the basin will dry up."

"This unbalanced transformation prolongs your lifespan; if it used to be 30 days, now it's about two to three months. But if you can't strike a balance between the two, death is still your fate."

Vittorio gave a sarcastic smile, but his eyes showed increasing anxiety.

"Instructor, you don't need to repeat things that we both already know."

"You told me that the key to guidance lies in a heart that doesn't want to die."

"Isn't my will to survive strong enough?"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to become a monster, isn't that enough?!"

"Just what kind of willpower can be considered strong?"

Vittorio didn't even maintain his usual smiling mask; he became somewhat hysterical.

Edmund remained as hard and cold as ever.

"not enough."

"Not wanting to die is just an instinct; nobody wants to die."

"Fear can make you run faster and jump higher, but it can't make you push your limits."

"If you insist on asking me what that thing is, I can tell you that I once saw a doe in the forest who fought off a brown bear for her newborn cub."

"She was just a deer, but she fearlessly headbutted a bear that could smash her to pieces with a single slap."

"If this method really requires anything, it's probably something like this."

Vittorio smiled.

I laughed in exasperation.

"A doe, a brown bear, survival... Haha, if you hadn't told me, I would have thought I was watching some kind of 'Animal World' documentary."

"Fine, I'm tired. Let this damn will to survive and your animal world stay far away from me."

Vittorio said this and turned to walk outside.

Rem didn't dare to speak and observed from a distance. He could only hear intermittently, but he could see that the two were arguing.

When Vittorio got closer, he asked Rem in an annoyed tone.

"What's the matter?"

Rem reported cautiously.

Over the past two months, the entire camp has witnessed his importance. People have been reporting many things, big and small, to him without even realizing it, and he has become the backbone of many people.

Upon hearing about the fertilizer, Vittorio rubbed his temples.

"Okay, let me think about it."

While Rem was reporting on a problem, she couldn't help but stare at Vittorio with curiosity.

"Ask if you want to."

"Um... are you learning supernatural powers from Lord Edmund, my lord?"

"That's right."

"Then, sir, your body must have been enhanced?"

Vittorio pondered the question.

Although the infection problem has not been completely resolved, his body has indeed made significant progress after two months of grueling training.

Vittorio's overall physical condition has now reached the level of a normal healthy man, but his infected left arm has fallen below the level of a normal man.

He now has a single-arm grip strength of 70kg, which means he can crush walnuts with his bare hands.

With a single-arm pull strength of 85kg, one can lift an adult male with one hand, or do 20 standard pull-ups with one arm.

Vittorio just sneered at this thought.

So what?

It's just that it's gone from a weak corpse to a strong one.

However, Vittorio naturally wouldn't say this to Rem; he simply walked outside while pondering the situation.

He was thinking about the lack of fertilizer.

"Aren't there any livestock in the camp? Animal manure will do."

"We only have a few chickens, and we've used all the chicken manure, but it's simply not enough."

"It would be great if there were large animals, like sheep or cows," Vittorio said.

"Sheep? I haven't seen one in years," Rem said nostalgically.

The two walked and talked, and many people greeted Vittorio along the way.

"Lord Vittorio!"

Good morning, sir!

The effects of the new regulations introduced by Vittorio in the past two months are evident to all.

Moreover, Vittorio himself is a witty and humorous person, and over time, many people became familiar with him and developed a liking for him.

As the two were walking, Henry suddenly jumped out of the field and blocked their way.