Don't force me to use my right fist.

One hundred thousand is a bit of an exaggeration, but it's not impossible.

If there's enough faith available, then he'll be constantly getting stronger. After a few years of being cooped up, what god could he not defeat?

Ultimately, even if he cultivated 100,000 8x8 plots of land, he would only need a few hundred hectares of land.

The area it occupies might be about the size of a park, but that's enough to cover Zuoyou's usual religious expenses.

The only problem limiting the growth of Zuoyou's faith is that he lacks a certain amount of manual labor.

In the original game, fully automated farms would naturally involve exploiting villagers; no matter how large the land, as long as there are enough villagers, any amount of crops could be grown.

But the reality is that the world today doesn't have the same high-quality labor force as the big-nosed villagers in Minecraft—people who don't need food, water, or any other conditions, and can work indefinitely just by being given a bed. What would happen if capitalists discovered that?

Of course, given that there seems to be no concept of day and night in Hell, Zuoyou even thought that those villagers might not even need beds.

The more Sawa thought about it, the more he felt he was utterly inhuman.

It would be better to settle for using a mechanical maid to do the farming instead.

To be frank, what he needs now is not what these agricultural products can produce, but the faith that arises from growing them.

Who knows if sending those villagers to farm will somehow end up being attributed to those big-nosed guys? In the mechanical maid's words, since it was driven by her own magic, it should logically be attributed to her as well.

Then another problem arose: Zuoyou's magic power was a little insufficient.

It's certainly not enough to support too many mechanical maids.

Let's assume that one maid can manage one hectare, or 10,000 square meters, of crops.

Although they don't consume much magic power, if they work at full capacity, each maid will use no less than one hundred points of magic power a day.

Sōyū's current maximum is only 400 points. Even if he recovers quickly enough, he can recover to full in two minutes, which is only enough for four people to be filled with magic power at once.

He could charge twenty in ten minutes. According to his plan, to achieve a faith gain of one point every half hour, he would need a full sixty-four mechanical maids.

That means it would take him half an hour just to charge up his magic power.

Doing any more would obviously take too much time.

Sōyū can't really just stay in this kind of place all the time as he thinks. Collecting faith is important, but he also needs other aspects of his life.

Therefore, if we calculate it this way, cultivating a total of 64 hectares of land should be enough to satisfy Sōyū's most basic wish.

After calculating for a long time, Sawa clenched his fist, took a deep breath, and snapped out of his meticulous calculations.

Instead of overthinking, let's take action first. Let's level the land and solve the problems of irrigation and lighting before worrying about anything else.

It was only then that he saw Komachi's little hand waving in front of him as she yawned.

"Are you alright? What are you muttering to yourself? Why do I feel even more sleepy listening to it than when Master Shiki is lecturing?"

Komachi, who looked sleepy, rubbed her nose and started yawning again, even though she had just woken up.

"You should ask Lord Shiki about that. Anyway, my experiment was a success, and thank you very much for what happened just now."

Saya was still very grateful to Komachi. If it weren't for her reminder, he would have gone astray, and his faith enhancement plan would have been delayed for an unknown period of time.

"Thank me? Thank me for what?"

Komachi looked at the beaming boy in front of her with some confusion, not quite understanding what he meant by those words.

"Alright, if you want to thank me, then get me some more of the best wines out there. I've heard there's a wine called 'Water of Life' that's pretty good; could you get me some?"

Chapter 521 A Conscientious Boss

Saya readily agreed to Komachi's request.

Sauyu gestured with his finger along the shore, deciding to start cultivating the land right there at the teleportation point. Logically, he should have avoided the dock, since the Old Hell might reopen soon, and there would likely be a large gathering of undead here. But thinking about it, most undead were just floating around, and they couldn't possibly trample his farmland, so Sauyu let it go.

Taking out a diamond hoe from his backpack, Zuoyou immediately got to work.

Komachi, who had originally wanted to ask him if he had received Shiki's permission to do so, understood his answer when she saw the green-haired loli who had somehow appeared beside her and was watching Saya tilling the land with her.

"There are even plants besides the spider lily that can live in hell."

Shiki raised her hand, and the carrot that Sawa had just planted was pulled from the soil by a force and floated into her palm.

After a careful examination, it was determined that this was just an ordinary carrot, at most a bit more tender and delicious than usual—which only made Siji more confused.

As the ruler of Hell, no one knew better than her that, given the soil, water, and air requirements of Hell, ordinary crops simply could not grow in such a place.

If Sawa was able to do this, it can only mean that these things must contain some special secret.

However, judging from Saya's appearance, it doesn't seem like she would share it. Fortunately, Shiki doesn't seem too interested in this. In fact, Saya's addition of a touch of green to Hell makes her somewhat satisfied.

Even she was getting tired of seeing the same old red spider lilies. But with the potatoes and carrots adorned by the pumpkin lanterns placed by Saya, the lush green farmland was truly a comforting sight.

Saya was a skilled farmer, and farming with EMC was incredibly simple and convenient for him. So, in the blink of an eye, Saya had already cleared a large area of ​​farmland on the banks of the Sanzu River. He was running out of potatoes and carrots in his backpack and would have to wait until this crop was harvested before he could continue to cultivate other land.

It was only at this moment that Sawa realized there was another onlooker.

Scratching his head, Sawa put away his hoe and walked towards Shiki.

This girl isn't the kind of person who would come looking for him for no reason. Since she's here, it means she must have something to ask him.

"Lord Shiki, is there something you need to see me about?"

Sōyū stood a little in front of the Four Seasons, trying to keep his distance from her so that he wouldn't look down directly at this majestic deity.

"Well, I need to go to the New Hell in three days to have one last talk with the Three-Eyed Spider. Get ready, you'll come with me then."

Shiki didn't say these things to Saya in a pleading tone, but rather as if stating a fact. Saya had arranged the itinerary.

As for why she brought Saya along on her trip to New Hell, he certainly couldn't guess.

However, Zuoyou did not refuse. He already owed the god in front of him a great favor, and now he had occupied such a large piece of her land. So, he really had no reason to refuse her request.

In addition, Sawa was also very curious about what the new hell would look like. If he went in with Shiki, at least he would have a backer and wouldn't be detained by them.

So Sawa simply nodded silently, which was taken as an agreement.

Shiki glanced once more at the farm that Sawa had already half-built, and then disappeared from the spot.

It can only be said that these gods like to startle people; they appear suddenly at any time, and disappear just as suddenly when they leave.

Sawa, who had gradually gotten used to it, didn't pay too much attention to this. Since they still had to wait for the crops to ripen, he might as well take this opportunity to create a few mechanical maids to take care of the work.

Amidst Komachi's curious gaze, Saya gathered magic power in his hands and skillfully stuffed the iron block, the Tear of the Evil Soul, and the pumpkin head into the magic circle.

After a dazzling white light flashed, a pretty maid, almost identical to 02, appeared in front of Saya.

"You have this skill?" whl

The townspeople standing nearby were dumbfounded; Saya's magic, which allowed him to casually conjure a person, was quite astonishing to them.

If she hadn't sensed that the girl in front of her didn't actually possess the life force unique to living beings, she would have even thought that Saya could achieve the miracle of creating life, something even gods might not be able to accomplish.

But Komachi, being a Shinigami (death god), knew one thing very well: the mechanical, artificial being before Saya possessed a blank soul within.

Although that soul was weak and fragile, like a newborn half, it was indeed a real soul.

How many secrets does this kid Saya still have yet to uncover? Komachi's surprise at the mechanical maid turned into curiosity about Saya, and she stared at the boy who had started to rub the first maid with half-closed eyes.

Sōyū's procreation speed is very fast. As long as his magic power can keep up, it is actually quite simple for him to construct this magic.

In other words, the consumption of iron blocks was too great. Zuoyou's stock was only enough for him to make ten more before he could take them out.

"It's time to go and get some goods from Kaguya."

Pinching his chin, only now did he remember the kindness of that tool-like young lady. Sawa rubbed his hands together contentedly, looking at the row of robot maids standing neatly before him, waiting for his orders.

"Put all the extra products in those boxes over there. I'll sort them out later. As for the rest, I won't exploit you. It's a 24-hour workday, 12-hour shifts. You can arrange the rest yourselves. Is that alright?"

Sōyū gave his only order to the group of maids who were staring at him with a blank expression.

If it were the old, bulky metal form, Zuoyou would definitely have assigned them to work 20 or 40-hour shifts, but the humanoid form simply couldn't bring itself to do such a cruel thing.

Even Saya himself has to admit that he's someone who judges people by their appearance.

Chapter 522 Are you even letting people sleep?

Everything proceeded smoothly. In just over an hour, with the help of the ten extra maids, Sawa had completely cleared a vegetable patch covering most of the Sanzu River. The green leaves were like an oasis amidst a field of red spider lilies, and under the warm yellow light of the pumpkin lantern, they even possessed an unexpected touch of coziness.

To Zuoyou's surprise, these mechanical maids were even more capable than he had imagined. He had thought that it would take at least dozens of maids to manage the farm, but they were able to handle it all on their own.

Looking at the faith that was slowly increasing, Sōyū's face beamed with joy.

Even if he didn't expect the maids to work 24/7, this was still sufficient.

After all, as long as he maintains the current situation, he can earn 24 points of faith a day, which is enough for his daily expenses.

Moreover, this was a near-infinite source of faith; all he had to do was come over every night to "recharge" the maids. This wasn't particularly troublesome for Zuoyou; on the contrary, he just wanted to open a larger farm so he could have even more faith income.

"Don't you think you need to introduce me, um, the background of your maids?"

As Saya finished packing and was about to leave for a nap, Komachi, who had been silent all along but had only been watching the maids work, scratched her head, grabbed Saya's hand, and asked, "This is the first time in hundreds of years that this small dock has been so lively. It's really hard for me to accept."

"Well, just consider these as... Oh, for farming, use the omnipotent angels. Just count their names from 03 to 12. Tomorrow I'll bring some good materials to craft a head maid. They're easy to get along with, just don't corrupt them."

Sawa then realized that what he had done seemed to have caused some trouble for this Grim Reaper; he had almost forgotten about it since she hadn't said anything.

"I feel like you're trying to fool me. Isn't this name a bit too casually chosen?"

Komachi's lips twitched, clearly dissatisfied with his casual attitude.

He conjured up a few angels in Hell; how could he even think of that?

"Well, what should we do then? They're all pretty naive, and you can just keep them company. If they think there's a suitable name for themselves, let them decide."

Sōyū shrugged helplessly. It wasn't that he didn't value the maids he had personally created; it was just that naming ten maids at once was really going to give him a headache. Besides, if he really didn't care about them, he wouldn't have given them so much free time.

"Are you just going to leave these people in hell like this?"

Komachi was still confused about what Saya meant by abandoning his responsibilities.

So you don't even need to do the farming yourself, you can still do manual labor, right?

"Otherwise, don't worry, they will definitely be given time off in shifts. I value a balance between work and rest and I would never oppress my employees, okay?"

Zuoyou patted his chest, saying he was practically the only one with any conscience left among the bosses, and that the maids should all give him a banner of praise.