Don't force me to use my right fist.

Sōyu scratched his face, automatically ignoring the shouting golden head, and spoke to the silver-haired girl who was playing with the throwing knife in her hand.

"It was around the time you stopped time. This guy was hiding quite well. Fortunately, only his head was left, so it was easier for me to catch him myself."

He casually pulled a small bread roll from his bag and forcefully stuffed it into the mouth of the severed head he was carrying, silencing it completely. Aye clapped his hands and turned to Saya.

Sawa wasn't focused on that. Since she said she arrived before the time stop, didn't that mean his earlier childish remarks and actions were...

With his toes already digging into the floor, Saya lowered his head, contemplating whether or not he should kill the witness to silence her.

"It's okay, it's normal to have some special hobbies, I'm used to it." As if she could see right through what Saya was thinking, Fuya not only showed no sympathy or intention to help him cover it up, but also ruthlessly reopened his wounds once again.

"Stop, stop talking. If you keep going, you might as well kill me."

Sōyū's face turned into a bitter expression as he quickly stopped the girl from revealing his scars.

"Then you can continue. I will report this strange thing to the winery. Just keep up this work attitude."

To put it bluntly, Lianye was just passing by and stopped out of curiosity when she saw someone. Now that she had finally caught the one she cared about most among all the escaped monsters, she couldn't wait to put him back in the cell.

He waved to Saya. To be honest, even Lianye hadn't expected Saya to be so dedicated, still fighting monsters so late at night. He really was a good person.

"Um, could you please not tell anyone about what happened tonight...?"

Sōyū was too embarrassed to continue speaking halfway through, so he could only slowly finish his sentence while looking at Rin'yō's back.

Without turning his head, he waved to Zuoyou, and then disappeared into the night with the severed head in his hand.

The severed head in her hand finally swallowed the bread that was stuck in her mouth, frowned, glanced in Saya's direction, and then turned her gaze back to...

"Lianye, don't let that kid fool you. There are plenty of repressed, scheming guys like him. You didn't tell me what you promised to tell me, did you?"

Reminding Hongye, it's said that men are the most accurate judges of men, and this blond man clearly saw through Zuoyou's true nature.

This guy definitely has some ulterior motives towards his precious daughter; it's safe to say no one can resist her charm. Lianye is so perfect, and she perfectly inherited his power—powerful and beautiful, truly a treasure bestowed upon him by heaven.

Even though all that was left was his head, the still handsome man wore an expression of ecstasy, but he failed to notice Lian Ye's disdainful gaze, which seemed to regard him as trash.

"When did my business become your concern? I haven't even settled accounts with you for escaping from the distillery yet. Shouldn't you explain that first?"

The director roughly grabbed the head and swung it around, then said with a look of disgust.

Ignoring the strange father and daughter pair, Sawa, after seeing them off, went to the side of the eight-foot-tall woman who was completely dead and picked up her belongings.

I don't know if it's because I was too lucky with the mod drops before, and it seems like I used up all my accumulated luck. This time, apart from some experience, I still didn't see any special drops that are worth noting.

Fortunately, he was a pretty easygoing person and didn't expect this thing to drop anything good.

After tidying up the scene briefly, Saya also got up and left.

I'm too lazy to take the bus; I'll just walk back home. It's pretty close to home anyway.

And judging by the time, it's already close to midnight, so the girls at home should be asleep by now.

Sawa yawned but had no intention of sleeping. The farm in hell hadn't started yet, so it seemed he would have to stay up all night.

Saya, sneaking up to his front door like a thief, flipped over and slipped through an open window upstairs. The two mechanical maids responsible for security glanced in Saya's direction before falling silent and continuing to clean the Scarlet Devil Mansion.

She was, after all, the maid he had created himself; she couldn't possibly betray him in something like this.

As he groped his way to his room, Zuoyou was practically about to activate his invisibility ability.

Even so, when he reached the door of his room, he was hugged by a black-haired girl who pounced on him from the darkness like a cat.

"Ayou~ Shall we sleep together tonight?"

Even through his sunglasses, you could see the gleam in his large, red eyes. Just hearing that name made it clear to Saya who had captured him.

Chapter 519 I'm Here to Become a God

"I'm going to sleep now. I have to get up early for school tomorrow, so don't bother me. You know how important good sleep is to me, right?"

With his eyebrows raised and his voice deliberately louder, Sōyuu stopped hiding his true feelings altogether. Rather than reminding his adopted sister, Sōmo, he was speaking directly to Sōyuu.

Sure enough, after Sōyū finished speaking, the three lamps that had been lit went dark again, which made him breathe a slight sigh of relief.

Saku glared at the girl who was still clinging to him like an octopus, and seeing that she had no intention of leaving him, he could only carry her back to her room.

After forcibly pulling Zuo Mo off him, Zuo You pressed her into the bed before tucking the blanket around her.

"Don't get up! If you don't go to sleep, I'll get angry, you know? What happened last time was an accident. I promise you I won't leave your sensing range again next time, okay?"

Zuo You actually knew that Zuo Mo had done something to him, to the point that she could instantly sense him and teleport to him whenever they were in the same world.

However, given his doting affection for this girl, Saya didn't have any intention of forbidding her from doing such things.

On the contrary, after hearing that she had gone berserk because of his disappearance, Saya felt a little guilty towards her.

This is the second time he's abandoned this little one. After relying on each other for so many years, it's likely that not only he considers Zuo Mo family, but Zuo Mo probably has an even stronger dependence on him.

After all, Zuoyou still has his past memories, while Zuomo really only has him.

So much so that Zuo You had no temper with Zuo Mo clinging to him and could only continue to indulge her.

"Will Ayou really not leave me?"

The pitiful girl, clinging to Saya's finger to prevent him from leaving, hid her entire face under the blanket, not even showing her eyes.

"Okay, don't worry. Get some rest. Didn't you say you wanted to go to school with me? You'll have more energy after a good rest. I can even take you to the school festival."

Gently brushing the stray hairs from Zuo Mo's forehead to the side, Zuo You stroked her little head softly, as if coaxing a child, and said softly.

Having heard the answer she wanted, Zuo Mo slowly closed her eyes, and her breathing gradually became even.

She was already exhausted from walking around all day, and with Saya by her side, the comforting atmosphere made her feel at ease, and she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Zuoyou waited a few more minutes to make sure she was completely asleep before quietly pulling his hand out of Zuomo's and tiptoeing back to his room.

But looking at the tempting bed, Sawa gritted his teeth and headed straight for the basement, quickly passing through hell and arriving at the familiar dock.

Now that we've managed to get things sorted out in the real world, it's time for a good, unbridled farming session.

Ignoring whether the lazy Grim Reaper beside him was awake or not, Sawa immediately estimated the amount of potatoes and carrots in his backpack and created two 8x8 plots of farmland in front of him.

The soil along the banks of the Sanzu River can still be cultivated into farmland with a hoe, and the river water also has an irrigation effect, just like in Minecraft.

Using jack-o'-lanterns as a light source, he illuminated the two plots of farmland. After planting potatoes and carrots in them, Sawa took a chair out of his backpack and sat down to wait.

The first thing he'll definitely need to test is whether the crops he brought out of Minecraft can generate faith like the native plants he encountered a thousand years ago.

If possible, he could save a lot of bone meal. After all, although most monsters drop some of this stuff, once the demand increases, the supply will definitely fall short of demand.

The crops in Minecraft are different. Even if Zuoyou does nothing, as long as he stays by his side, the time it takes for them to grow from planting to maturity will not exceed three hours.

Just as he was anxiously waiting for the two crops to ripen, a red-haired girl with pigtails appeared beside him, yawning, accompanied by a milky aroma, and looked at the two small vegetable plots.

Komachi was already used to Saya's behavior of practically living in hell and only being able to escape a few times a day. In fact, as long as Shiki didn't object, she quite enjoyed it.

"Well, to be more precise, I'm preparing to become a god."

Seeing this slacking-off Bleach Sasuke made me chuckle. To be honest, the two of them really get along. They both try to be lazy whenever possible and are the kind of people who speak very casually.

Therefore, Saya still enjoys joking around with her appropriately.

And to be honest, what he said was true; he was indeed preparing to become a god.

Looking at the agricultural products gradually sprouting from the soil, Komachi spoke to Saya somewhat bluntly.

The fact that he so brazenly started farming in hell, even setting aside how he did it, is utterly incongruous.

Zuoyou waved his hand, though he wasn't entirely sure himself. He'd farmed quite a bit in Minecraft before, but hadn't accumulated much faith. If he couldn't use these crops as a foundation, then Zuoyou's fully automated faith farm would need to be reconsidered.

Upon hearing that Saya wanted to collect faith, Komachi showed an understanding expression.

Although she, like the Four Seasons, was born a god, she had seen a lot in her long life, and she was not unfamiliar with the method of becoming a god by collecting faith.

This was indeed the first time she had ever seen someone collect faith simply by farming.

"I won't even mention the results yet, but you must have spoken to Lord Shiki beforehand about doing something like this in Hell, right?"

Komachi whispered a reminder to Saya that this was no joke.

Zuoyou rolled his eyes at her in return, and after quickly collecting all the mature crops from the two acres of land in front of him into his backpack, he stared blankly at the unmoved faith bar.

It seems that collecting this faith isn't as easy as Zuoyou imagined.

Chapter 520 Making a fortune

Just as Saya thought it was necessary to change tactics and was thinking about how to build a greenhouse in Hell that was suitable for the growth of plants in the real world, Komachi, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, frowned.

"There really is such a thing."

Komachi reached out her hand in front of Saya and made a light grasping motion in the air in front of him. Then she looked at her palm and whispered something.

What is it?

Sōyū was also drawn to her words. He craned his neck, straining his vision to its limit, before finally seeing the fine, golden threads, even finer than a hair, lying quietly in her pale palm.

"The thing that just emerged from that land, should be the faith you seek?"

Komachi only had a general impression of the description of this thing, since she didn't need its support, but her divine instincts told her that this must be faith.

"So all that work I did, spending so much time here, is this all I get?"

Sawa used his fingernails to pinch the sliver of faith in Komachi's palm. Before he could examine it closely, the almost imperceptible golden light merged into his body.

Carefully sensing the value in his faith gauge, which had increased by an almost negligible amount of about 0.0001 points, Sōyū took a deep breath, unsure how to describe the time.

Two 8x8 plots of farmland provided him with 0.0001 faith points in half an hour. That means he could earn 0.0048 faith points a day at most. Activating one second of creative mode requires two faith points, which means he would have to farm for at least a year and a half to accumulate enough for one second.

This... is...

Saya's furrowed brows, which were quickly calculating the gains and losses of this thing in his mind, soon relaxed.

Don't be fooled by the fact that this faith is almost negligible, the kind that even if it fell on the ground, you wouldn't bother to pick it up.

The problem is that for Zuoyou, farming is an extremely profitable business. As long as there's profit, the only thing affecting him is the size of the space.

Now that Siji has agreed to let him farm, it would be a bit unreasonable not to make use of such a large area of ​​idle land in the old hell, right?

Since two 8x8 plots only have a fraction of a percent, wouldn't it be possible to get a fraction of a percent every half hour if he created ten thousand 8x8 plots of land?