You, a dragon, are farming in hell

Sophia poked it again, this time at the black and red beetle. She picked it up and made it face her. "You dung thief! I was wondering why the dragon fertilizer had been so scarce lately. Turns out you stole it."

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The black and red beetle looked at the evil spirit in front of it and squeaked, "A dung thief?"

It's a magic beetle, and dragon dung is its food. The food is right here, and it comes over openly to take some and push it home to eat. How is that stealing?

"You're still not convinced? I am Lady Sophia, the Grand Steward of the Farm. Everything related to the fields is under my jurisdiction. You came here to push fertilizer without asking me, did you?"

Your act of taking without asking is stealing.

"Squeak...squeak..."

The beetle flapped its wings, squeaking as it pointed at the fertilizer with its dung-pushing legs, and then at Sophia.

Finally, it pointed to its eyes with its leg.

"You're saying you saw me pack the dragon fertilizer into sacks with your own eyes?"

The beetle nodded. It had seen it several times before, each time in dozens of bags. It just couldn't understand why a ghost was eating the same things as it.

It didn't see any other ghosts eating dragon dung.

Chapter 102 Is she really not as smart as her dog, Wangcai? [Second Update]

The black and red beetle actually saw her stealing dragon dung. This shifty-eyed beetle doesn't look like a good insect. Should we kill it to silence it?

After thinking about it, Sophia felt that she didn't seem to have the ability. The black and red beetle looked very hard, and its legs and shell had a cold metallic luster. She pinched it with her hand, and the edges of the beetle's body did not deform.

"I am the steward of the fields appointed by Lord Dragon Didin, and I have the right to use the dragon fertilizer here. You are not. If you cannot give me a reasonable explanation, I will have Wangcai guard this place from now on."

Wangcai isn't an ordinary dog; it's a hellhound. It can devour tiny insects like you in one bite.

So, tell me honestly, why did you steal the dragon fertilizer?

The beetle waved its forelimbs back and forth near its mouth.

Sophia stared at it for a while, a look of suspicion appearing in her red eyes, followed by an expression of disbelief on her face. The gesture of the black and red beetle... was that what she thought it meant?

Shouldn't it be...?

"You...you mean...you're going to push this dragon fertilizer back to eat?"

"squeak."

"No...no, you're eating shit?!"

Sensing the shock in Sophia's words, the beetle glanced at the ghost in front of it with a puzzled look. It ate dragon dung, an ingredient considered a top delicacy by its race!

Top-notch cuisine that you can only find once in a lifetime!

"Squeak squeak squeak..." the beetle explained, telling Sophia how delicious dragon dung was, how it made it grow very fast after eating it, and suggesting that Sophia eat some as well, as it would help her grow taller.

Sophia only understood half of the beetle's body movements.

"You're treating me to food?" Sophia laughed in exasperation. "Do I need you to treat me? I can eat whenever I want... No... I don't eat dragon dung! Dragon dung is fertilizer, it's for fertilizing the land, not for eating!"

Sophia released the black and red beetle and rubbed her hand on its back with a look of disgust.

The beetle landed, glanced at Sophia, walked to the dragon fertilizer, rolled out another round ball of dung in a few quick movements, pushed it in front of Sophia, and then pushed the previous ball of dung away.

Sophia looked at the ball of dung in front of her, then at the black and red beetle that had already pushed the ball of dung away, and was dumbfounded.

What does it mean?

Does this mean you're inviting her to a fancy meal?

Does she still need it?

"Come back, I'm not eating!"

The black and red beetle turned and glanced at Sophia, then spread its wings, flew onto the dung ball, and flew away with it in its arms.

Sofia got up, took out a burlap sack, and put the round dung balls into the sack.

Watching the black and red beetle fly away, a sinister idea suddenly popped into her mind.

Hehe, if Lord Dragon Diding ever find that there's not enough fertilizer, she'll blame it on the black and red beetles.

Let the black and red beetle be made a scapegoat.

Sophia, oh Sophia, you are such a clever and wicked princess.

She didn't want to be this bad, but the North was too barren, so she could only borrow some of Lord Distin's fermented fertilizer for now.

Condemning his own kung fu, another bag of dragon dung ended up in his soul ring.

Sophia got up and walked to the open field. She glanced in the direction of the lava lake but didn't see Distin. She then glanced at the location of the dragon's nest, where Distin was.

She still had time, so she packed dozens more bags. When Sophia was too tired to continue, she put away her tools, walked out of the field, came to the fiery red stone path, lay down on the ground, and rested.

Wangcai suddenly appeared out of nowhere, ran up to Sophia, barked a few times, and rolled on the ground.

Sophia looked at Wangcai's round belly and thought that Wangcai had gotten fat.

She touched Wangcai's belly, looked at the devil flowers on both sides of the fiery red stone path, and her gaze fell on the scarlet sky.

Without the sun or the moon, Lord Distin, a living dragon, did not feel oppressed; his inner strength was too great.

She couldn't do that. If her soul hadn't ended up in Lord Destin's territory while she was asleep, she probably would have been so frightened that she would have gone insane.

No...maybe it was already swallowed by other evil spirits.

As she was thinking this, a huge, ferocious, majestic, and handsome dragon head suddenly came into Sophia's view, and her gaze met God Sting's vertical pupils, which were faintly red.

Strange, why does Lord Distin's dragon scales, vertical pupils, and the lightning he releases always have a touch of red after he finishes cultivating with the lightning of hell?

Was it affected by the thunderous power of hell?

She stood up and asked Distin, "Lord Distin, has cultivating with hellish lightning had any effect on you?"

"It will have a slight impact, causing a subtle change in the color of the dragon scales on my body. However, this impact is not significant for me. Perhaps at some point in the future, the dragon scales on my body will turn completely purplish-red."

"Huh? That scary?"

"It's not scary."

Distin grinned; this kid was actually worried about him.

The crimson lightning that appeared above the Crimson Wasteland contained destructive power.

Rainwater can give rise to skeletons and zombies.

Crimson lightning gave birth to alien zombies.

I won't tell the kid about these things yet.

It's not too late to tell her these things when the little devil becomes a lord-level evil spirit.

"I'm going to teach you levitation. Are you ready?"

"It's...it's done!"

Sofia stood up, somewhat nervously.

Unlike reading books, which was where Lord Destin taught her to read and practice zombie cultivation techniques in the illusion, this was different.

Now that the teaching is face-to-face, she must listen carefully and try to learn the levitation technique as soon as possible.

If she can't learn to float, you could say she hasn't completely become a ghost. But if she can't learn the levitation technique, there's hardly any excuse.

When Wangcai heard that Distin was going to teach Sophia levitation, he got up, walked to Sophia's side, squatted down, and looked up at Distin.

The Nightmare Beast, which was strolling nearby, also came over. Since the evil dragon Diding was going to teach the human imp levitation technique, it had to watch closely.

Wait a minute, isn't this kid supposed to float around?

Why bother learning levitation?

"Listen carefully, the first step in learning levitation is to construct a magic circle. Of course, for a beginner like you, constructing a magic circle is an essential step. Once you are proficient in casting levitation, you can simplify the magic circle."

There is also necromantic power. This is hell, and necromantic power is everywhere. You need to mobilize necromantic power to construct a magic circle.

For example, like this...

With a gentle swipe of his dragon claw across the void, Sophia saw a dark gray thread appear at the tip of his fingertip.

"Do you see this dark gray thread on my fingertip?"

Sofia nodded, "I saw it, I saw it."

"This is necromancy. Try it."

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Try...give it a try?

Sophia mimicked Distin's movements, her right hand sweeping through the air. Hmm... she felt the wind, but no dark gray necromantic power appeared at her fingertips.

"Wang."

Sophia looked down and her eyes widened in disbelief. She saw dark gray necromantic power appearing on Wangcai's paws.

Oh no... Is she not even as smart as Wangcai the dog?!

Chapter 103 The Evil Dragon Diding is Most Likely a Great Lord [Third Update]

The dark gray necromantic power on Wangcai's paws was clear and stable.

Sophia stared at it for a while, not believing it, and made another slash with her right hand towards the void, but still nothing appeared at her fingertips.

I tried again... but it was still the same.

After repeating this several times, Sophia was dumbfounded. So many times, she hadn't been able to summon any necromantic power even once.

No... even if she's stupid, she can't be stupider than a dog, right?

"Wangcai, demonstrate it to me again. Let me see how you manipulate necromancy."

Upon hearing Sophia's words, Wangcai lowered its paw, then raised it again, and gently swiped it across the void. Dark gray necromantic power reappeared on its paw.

So simple?

So easy?

Why couldn't she mobilize the power of the undead?

Just as Sophia was wondering, the Nightmare Beast beside her raised its hoof and gently tapped the stone path. When it raised it again, necromantic power appeared on its hoof.

Seeing this, Sophia was bewildered; even the Nightmare Beast could easily manipulate necromancy...

She couldn't be transferred...

"Don't compare yourself to Wangcai or Nightmare Beast. They are creatures of hell and are born with the ability to mobilize necromantic power. You have only recently become a ghost and have not yet fully adapted to the hellish environment. It is normal that you cannot mobilize necromantic power for the time being."

First, tell me if you can sense necromancy.

Sophia's performance was somewhat unexpected for Diding, who had thought that the brat Sophia could easily manipulate necromancy.

It turned out he was overthinking things.

"I...I'll try..."

"Ah."

Sophia closed her eyes, calmed her mind, and focused her attention on sensing the power of the dead.

She remembered that the book "The Eye of the Dead" mentioned and introduced the power of the dead in the chapter on evil spirits.

Necromantic power is highly poisonous to the living.

If a living person lives in an environment filled with necromantic power, their life force will be eroded by the necromantic power, making them weak and sickly, and they will die of illness in a short time.

For evil spirits, necromantic power is nourishment, a necessity.

In the Evil Spirits arc, the living describe the power of the dead as: gray, corrupt, cold, and lifeless. If one senses these qualities, the environment in which the living are situated will be filled with a dense aura of the dead.

The feeling that necromancy gives to evil spirits is warmth, peace of mind, and a sense of belonging.

With her eyes closed, Sofia carefully sensed the atmosphere around her.

The smell of sulfur and the warmth felt when the wind blows through it are not necromantic power.

This is the aura of hell.