God Level Farmer In Another World

"Mask?"

Alexander gazed at the eerie mask in Jack's hand, deep in thought.

Masks, combined with personalized clothing, can bring out the deepest parts of a person, revealing their truest self.

There's scientific backing for this.

Jack wore the mask simply to hide his identity.

If all hunters wore masks in the future, it could be interesting.

Put on the mask, you're a hunter. Take it off, and you return to normal life.

It could even be considered a form of belief.

Alexander asked:

"Where are the items?"

Only then did Jack remember the task at hand.

He opened the suitcase he carried, revealing a collection of spiritual items brimming with energy.

There were sculptures, ancient paintings, prayer beads, lighters, and other objects.

These spiritual items appeared alongside the monsters.

Some objects, like human Awakeners, were infused with spiritual power.

Judging by a rough glance, these items were all D-grade or higher.

However, despite being spiritual, they weren't particularly useful in combat.

If they were weapons like swords or had special abilities, they'd be much rarer.

Jack remarked:

"This is William's first mission. Maybe to build goodwill, he didn't just toss in some F-grade items."

Alexander pondered for a moment.

Tasks should have a rating system. The higher the rating, the better the reward, motivating hunters to complete tasks perfectly.

"These spiritual items should be buried in the ground."

Unlike the extraordinary plants, which retained their connection with the Super Fruit Tree's spirit until uprooted, spiritual items would have their energy drained by the tree once buried.

As soon as these items were buried, the Super Fruit Tree greedily absorbed their spiritual power.

Before long, they turned to dust or became ordinary objects.

The Super Fruit Tree emitted a faint glow.

A Super Fruit slowly began to grow.

Alexander silently noted:

"Ten D-grade spiritual items only produce a single C-grade Super Fruit?"

The cost was acceptable.

But what if ten A-grade items could produce an S-grade fruit?

Alexander stopped thinking further and said to Jack:

"Tomorrow, someone will come to measure the land area. I've given them your number.

If you meet a woman named Claire, tell her to come a few days later."

Jack nodded.

As long as he completed the task given by his boss, he didn't need to ask what his boss was planning.

...

Nightfall.

Bluewater City Hospital.

"Mr. Ethan, you've done it again!"

"Even though the criminal got away, you saved the citizens' property, Mr. Ethan!"

"Another merit to your name. This time, you'll definitely get promoted to the central office!"

The bright incandescent lights made the hospital room seem especially white.

Ethan Blake lay weakly on the bed, surrounded by the smell of disinfectant.

He was a strong man, with a righteous air about his brow.

His sickly face had a slight flush, thanks to the joy in his heart.

Just as his subordinates said, he had earned merit again.

He had been stuck at his current position as director for many years. If he didn't get promoted soon, it wouldn't make sense.

Ethan, with a touch of humility, said:

"This was all thanks to the leadership's arrangements. We're just following orders."

A subordinate, skilled in flattery, immediately smiled obsequiously and began listing Ethan's achievements over the years:

"You joined the Public Security Bureau at twenty. Within three years, you wiped out the largest criminal gang in the East District.

That was an entire gang! After that, crime rates in the East District dropped dramatically! Since you became director, even petty theft has decreased!

Now that the old chief of the central office is retiring, all leadership positions are being promoted.

You're definitely going to get the transfer order to the central office!"

Ethan acted indifferent, but inside, he was overjoyed.

Protecting the people and ensuring peace was his goal, but what man doesn't desire power?

Money, women, and power—he had to have at least one.

As Ethan indulged in fantasies of the future, everyone's phones suddenly rang at the same time.

The officers all checked their phones, their expressions turning strange.

Seeing this, Ethan picked up his own phone.

The bureau had issued an announcement—two major points.

After the old chief retired, contrary to everyone's expectations, not all the leaders in the security system were promoted.

Instead, a woman parachuted into the position to replace the old chief.

Ethan Blake's heart sank. With his low awakening talent, promotion was now out of reach.

The second announcement left Ethan completely stunned.

He was transferred from the position of East District Director to the archives, tasked with managing records.

To put it nicely, it was a retirement post. To put it bluntly, it was a glorified night watchman position!

Ethan couldn't understand what was happening, so he immediately called his superiors at the bureau.

The voice on the other end sounded a bit embarrassed:

"Ethan, you were injured, weren't you? The bureau, considering your hard work and achievements, decided to transfer you to the archives.

You won't have to go out on patrols anymore, no more exposure to the elements, and it's safe and comfortable."

Ethan was confused, feeling lost:

"Chief, I'm still young. Why not assign an older colleague to the archives?

I want to return to the front lines, back to the East District Security Office."

The voice on the other end grew impatient:

"How do you not understand by now? Let me give you a little insider information.

The person taking over your position is the new city chief's brother. Got it?"

Ethan understood, his face filled with disbelief, his large hands gripping the bedsheet tightly, his fingertips turning white.

His subordinates exchanged glances, then quietly slipped out of the room.

As soon as they reached the door, they began discussing tonight's events.

"How could Ethan, with his F-rank talent, possibly get into the central office? We all saw this coming."

"So what if he has great achievements? Without talent or connections, his career will always be limited."

"I just sent a message to a friend at the bureau—seems like the new director is the new city chief's brother."

"That's the young master, here to gain experience. He'll probably head to the central office soon."

"Should we start buying gifts and try to build a connection?"

Ethan heard every word, each one piercing his heart like a dagger.

Perhaps they forgot his talent was *[Enhanced Senses]*, or maybe they just didn't care anymore.

The harsh white light of the hospital room reflected off Ethan's pale face.

"Talent, connections... Do my contributions to the East District really mean less than those two things?!"

After the anger came an overwhelming sense of despair.

He had known all along that, without talent and connections, promotions were unlikely.

Eventually, someone connected to leadership would always take over his position as director.

But experiencing the gut-wrenching pain and bloody reality firsthand, Ethan couldn't help but feel unwilling to accept it.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

Still lost in thought, Ethan, despite his enhanced senses, hadn't noticed anyone approaching.

The door had already been pushed open.

A person in a white coat, wearing a mask, walked up to Ethan.

"Mr. Blake, how are you feeling today?"

Ethan, still dazed, replied absentmindedly:

"Uh, I'm fine."

Then, he suddenly grew alert:

"Wait, something's off. You're not Dr. Lewis. Your voice sounds familiar."

The figure in the white coat removed their mask, revealing a hideous scar, and eyes filled with hatred:

"Of course I sound familiar. It was you who arrested me and put me in that hellhole for three years.

The brothers in the underworld have missed you terribly!

Word's already out that you've been transferred. We all wanted to pay you a visit."

Ethan's heart pounded in shock!

He had just learned about his transfer, yet word had already spread outside?

Someone at the central office wanted him dead!

The figure in the white coat pulled out a knife and viciously stabbed at Ethan!