MC's career as foreign lord

Zhou Ren waved his hand. He had initially been quite interested, but he hadn't expected this kind of solution.

"Unfortunately, I can't cultivate with you, or in other words, I can't cultivate with anyone in this world!" he said.

Due to certain special reasons, he himself was unable to become a cultivator. Apart from reshaping the world, his own body, the true anchor point, had already been transformed.

Zhou Ren's ability to be compatible with all modules and additional functions necessarily meant something was lacking. He didn't believe that all the good things in the world would befall him. His blocky body and his somewhat dull spirit further proved this point.

"That's truly a shame!" Gainor said. Although he belonged to the lawful good alignment, he inevitably harbored his own selfish motives.

If the lord of this territory became his student, his temple's teachings would undoubtedly prosper. If not… well, then so be it!

He himself was operating on the principle of trying his luck regardless of the odds. Now that there was nothing else to do, he calmed down. His body suddenly became empty and ethereal, and he instantly traversed to the Astral Plane.

"I'll go help you, my lord, to see if there are any other solutions. Please wait for me a moment!"

Zhou Ren smiled and shook his head. Mossa had already appeared beside him, looking at the situation with some strangeness. "Master, I sensed a ripple of Astral Plane traversal!"

"It's nothing. Our monk is going to the Astral Plane to help me find a way to remove the curse!"

Having learned about the various races and professions, Zhou Ren was very relaxed. If this were when he had just arrived in this world, he might have been a little worried, after all, his value was that there is no such thing as a free lunch.

But now, after experiencing some truly orderly and kind people, he realized that there really were people in this world who would unconditionally believe in you or treat you well unconditionally.

They held such values, and would constantly adhere to their own values, without forcefully instilling their values in others. They would only constantly abide by them, even at the cost of their own lives.

These talents, who persevered to the point of being pedantic, could be called lawful good. Otherwise, no one would be willing to specifically befriend lawful good people. Befriending such creatures who always upheld justice would be very pleasant.

"Psionic curse?" Mossa was stunned and slowly began to sense it. He wasn't a monk, and his sensitivity to psionics wasn't that high, requiring the use of special magic.

The good news was that the magical energy here was abundant. He himself was a lich who had transitioned from an arcanist, not an ordinary mage. He didn't need to prepare spell slots in advance and could easily obtain new spellcasting abilities by directly editing the magic programs in his head.

Of course, this was just a simple explanation. This kind of magical ability editing was more like a model reconstruction. They would imagine the spell model that needed to be released in their heads, and then release it through their magic power.

The current mages need to prepare the magic model to be released the next day the night before, and place it in their spell slots. These are two completely different release methods.

One is that as long as your computing power is sufficient and your consciousness is clear, and the way you use magic power has not exceeded, you can easily release magic.

The other is that if you are prepared, you can release magic like a string of firecrackers, but after you have finished releasing it, you will not be able to replenish it today.

The only thing they have in common is probably that both are related to the magic net and need to be released through the magic net. Once the Goddess of Magic shuts down the gateway, except for Zhou Ren's area, other areas will become a complete magical chaos zone.

"Perception enhancement!" Mossa suddenly opened his eyes. The world in front of him had turned gray and white, leaving only his master, condensed in a pile of blue light, without any relief.

"Impossible, I have clearly released a large amount of psionic energy again, why is it still like this now?" Mossa said, his eyes full of disbelief.

"That mind flayer lich completely analyzed the psionic energy of the mind flayer race and sold it to the entire Underdark!" The monk, who had already returned from the Astral Plane, slowly said.

"But the Aboleths are always hidden in the lowest level of the Underdark. Most of their races even lurk at the entrance to the abyss at the very bottom, where the psionic energy is chaotic and insane, and no one can control it!"

He still spoke so calmly, but the layer of fear that appeared in the corners of his eyes seemed to remind him of some past he was unwilling to recall.

"No wonder they are called the most ancient race and the most terrifying monster!" Zhou Ren said with emotion, "You don't need to worry so much. Those guys can't even reach me, so how can I be afraid of their threat to me?"

"I didn't find a way to remove this psionic energy in the Astral Plane. It seems that Lord Lord is really going to welcome a wave of attacks from psionic monsters!" Gainor said regretfully.

"There's nothing to regret," Zhou Ren said, "If they dare to come here, I don't mind sending them on their way!"

Now he is not the ordinary little Steve who just came to this world and had nothing. He now has his own territory, has enough powerful combat power, and also has a more powerful combat level.

He also has a whole skeleton army that can be pulled out at any time to show off. Although at this time the crossbow legions are only using ordinary arrows, this level of arrows is of course enough to kill some ordinary creatures whose physical level is not very high.

Even if those psionic creatures are ancient creatures, so what? Are their bodies more powerful than some more powerful ultimate creatures?

Are their bodies harder than legends? Are their bodies harder than obsidian? And these things can't be completely defended against by the crossbow barrage.

Once this crisis is revealed, he is not so worried. Soldiers will come to block it, and water will come to cover it. Can these ancient creatures really do anything to him?

Zhou Ren silently shook his head. The monks naturally had to do their own thing. The apprentices he needed could be obtained from humans and elves, which was not a big problem.

When the gnomish craftsmen completely complete their work, they can help this monk build his temple and residence.

The social status of a monk who owns a temple in this world is of course completely different from that of other monks, so at least at this time, the monk under his command will still do his best because of this.

"Master, I was just about to explain to you about the farmland!" Mossa said.

He wasn't actually afraid of those ancient creatures. In the dark underground, that group of people certainly possessed immense power, but once they truly came to the surface, they didn't have the destructive capabilities that had been imagined.

Again, the power of psionic beings lies more in controlling the hearts of people and the creatures themselves, rather than the massive destruction of magic. When encountering races with frail bodies or weak souls, they can naturally exert infinite intimidation.

However, when facing races with strong souls, special essences, and powerful defensive abilities, all they can rely on are the engineering machines they created in ancient times.

As for how strong these machines actually are, it's hard to say. They are simply filled with the unpredictable nature of psionic energy and the vicious thoughts of those ancient creatures.

He quickly shook these thoughts out of his head. The psionic beings could only scheme at this time. They were rejected by the gods. If they really dared to appear openly in the main world, Zhou Ren wouldn't even need to take action. The churches would let them know what the society of gods is like.

"Is there a problem with the farm?" Zhou Ren asked. The current farm is related to their recent food and drink, so they must pay attention to it.

The three races from his younger brother, apart from the Myconids who can rely on mushrooms for survival, the remaining two races need to rely on the plants provided by Zhou Ren to barely survive.

The food from the underground world is too rough and inferior. These races would suffer physical damage from eating it underground.

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So, after coming to the surface, they immediately fell in love with the food here and spontaneously sent their soldiers to patrol there.

"It's not a big problem!" Mosa said, "The plants in your farm are growing too fast. The two farmers can't handle it at all. They need to recruit more helpers!"

"Of course, there's no problem. If it's really too fast, they can recruit more people, with each person responsible for one layer!" Zhou Ren said, "Why don't you find a free gnome and have him build the remaining parts of the farm?"

To build houses, these gnomes have truly equipped themselves with a pair of slime rubber boots, allowing them to fall from the sky at will, and then bounce back into the sky after retrieving their things from below.

It was a method they designed themselves, forcibly transferring the power of their bodies into the slime boots under their feet, allowing them to jump higher.

The processing of the aerial farm is very simple. Just build new sites in the other directions using the previous method.

Speaking of this, Zhou Ren suddenly remembered that he hadn't visited the houses built by the gnomes yet. He could already see the outlines of those large buildings. He wondered what kind of scene it would be when they were fully developed?

"Forget it, let's wait until these little guys have completely built it!" He shook his head and gave up the idea. "Has your apprentice settled down now?"

"Master, he has returned to the coal mine to build a necromantic hut and release all his subordinates and collections!" Mosa said.

Zhou Ren nodded, "Later, let Jim and the others dig out all the minerals in the coal mine. Then, it can be used as an exclusive undead residence. All the undead can have their own property and houses there. As for the undead market, it can also be set up there!"

His territory must be truly inclusive and encompass everything, so the habits of all races must be considered.

"A portion of the underground space can be reserved, right under the market. Create a trading platform for underground races!" Zhou Ren said, "You can build another passage, linked by up and down elevators, so that those friendly underground races can have a place to exchange their harvests and food!"

Now he already knew that the underground races were at least 10,000 blocks away from them, and it wouldn't take long for the skeletons to dig the tunnel. By controlling the elevators in his hand, he wouldn't be afraid of the underground races secretly running over through the passage.

This would not only connect more races and allow more good residents to settle here, but also effectively combat the mysterious creatures of the dark regions.

"Your will, Master!" Mosa said. Although they had more and more things to do now, after distributing all the work, it wasn't particularly busy. At least they could still spare a lot of people to build the market.

A slightly eerie smile appeared on his face, "Master, there's something I must notify you about!"

"What is it?" Zhou Ren asked. He saw the lich grab his hand, and in the next moment, the two of them arrived at the site that was originally planned as a huge workshop. However, only ruins were left here, without much else.

Two dwarves and underground gnomes of high-level professional rank were confronting each other, and their subordinates seemed to be pondering their own things, not working as quickly as the other buildings.

"What's going on here?" Zhou Ren said. Conflicts are bound to happen when different races live together, and it's one of the jobs of him, the lord, to mediate. But it's only been a few days. They've lived underground for so long, they shouldn't have problems now, right?

"Lord, the designs of these gnomes don't follow our ideas at all. They want to build a huge aerial structure here, but forging requires earth fire, and these structures can't be established at all!" This was the dwarven engineer.

"Lord, these dwarves are too stubborn. They don't even want to build a high-rise building here. They only want to hollow it out and make a huge forging pit. This not only affects traffic, but also has no aesthetic appeal at all!"

The underground gnome engineer naturally also spoke with conviction. They had their own sense of design and looked down on the crude aesthetics of these dwarves.

This was indeed a difficult problem, because they were not being unreasonable, but truly thinking for the other party, which was the most difficult thing.

"Then you shouldn't have not finished any work by now, right?" Zhou Ren said, and then he saw the two of them hand him a piece of paper respectively.