God Level Farmer In Another World

Years of combat experience had been ingrained in Ethan Blake's bones. In an instant, he switched off the light and rolled out of bed, only to crash heavily onto the floor.

The pain from the wound in his abdomen was excruciating, as if it were tearing open.

Sweat beaded on his forehead. He was gravely injured and had no strength left to fight.

Leaning against the bedside table, a trace of self-mockery flickered in his eyes.

Looking back on his life, it was truly ironic.

For all the contributions he had made to the East District, with eight life-threatening injuries scattered across his body, it all meant nothing compared to talent and connections.

Now, someone in the central office was clearly against him.

Who could it be?

The new city chief, perhaps?

None of that mattered anymore because the dagger was getting closer.

Cough, cough.

At that moment, the sound of coughing echoed through the room.

Ethan felt a surge of hope.

Could it be a colleague returning?

Or perhaps a night-shift doctor?

He wanted to call for help, but when he saw who had arrived, the words stuck in his throat.

The figure held a large sack in one hand, dressed in black athletic wear. His posture was tall, and the hallway light stretched his shadow across the floor.

He wore a mask.

A two-horned demon king mask, with one side painted white in the image of a crying face, and the other engraved with a lotus.

It was terrifying, sinister.

This person wasn't a colleague, nor a doctor—certainly not someone with good intentions!

The assassin in the white coat turned around, his eyes coldly locked on the newcomer.

"Who are you? Which gang are you from?"

The masked figure's mouth curled into a smirk beneath the mask:

"I'm from the Mercenary Guild.

A hunter who walks in the shadows of this world.

You don't need to remember. The dead don't recall anything."

His voice was full of contempt, arrogance, as if overlooking a deep valley from a high mountain.

This person was Alexander.

The assassin in the white coat laughed angrily:

"Mercenary Guild? What nonsense, I've never heard of it.

I was only planning to kill one person today, but it looks like you're asking to die too!"

With that, the assassin activated his innate ability, his dagger enveloped in a blue aura.

In a flash, he lunged at Alexander's throat.

The assassin sneered inwardly, thinking this fool didn't even bother to dodge.

Must be some delusional kid acting out.

In the next second, his smirk disappeared.

Because Alexander calmly caught the blade with both hands, his palms wrapped in white fire.

The blue aura on the blade dissipated the moment it touched the white flames.

The assassin's eyes widened in shock, but before he could speak, Alexander's other hand clamped down on his throat.

Under Alexander's skilled control, the white flames crept up the assassin's terrified face.

In an instant, his head was reduced to ash.

Only the scorched, headless body remained, its hands falling limp.

The dagger clattered to the floor in the now silent hospital room, its sharp sound unnervingly clear.

Whether it was due to some slight empathy deficit or not, Alexander felt nothing.

Ethan swallowed hard.

In a single move, an E-rank Awakener had been killed?

His mind raced, unable to grasp what kind of powerful and mysterious figure this man truly was.

Mercenary Guild?

What kind of organization was that?

Alexander strode over to Ethan, crouched down, and locked eyes with him, the coldness in his gaze seeping through the mask.

"Do you desire power? I can give it to you."

Ethan was visibly stunned by Alexander's words.

He didn't doubt the truth in what this mysterious man was saying.

Someone this powerful wouldn't bother sneaking into a hospital in the dead of night to save him, only to play games.

Ethan quickly regained his composure:

"If I want this power you're offering, what do I have to do? Join the Mercenary Guild?"

Alexander nodded.

Ethan finally calmed down completely:

"What kind of organization is it? A criminal group? A gang?"

He truly wanted, even longed, for a powerful backing.

The Mercenary Guild certainly seemed like a powerful organization.

But he knew who he was.

If he had to use his position as a law enforcement officer to assist in evil or criminal acts, he wouldn't be able to go through with it.

Alexander, clearly unimpressed, shook his head:

"A gang? Perhaps one or two gang leaders are hunters within the Mercenary Guild."

Ethan hesitated for a moment, holding the bizarre fruit in his hands.

Could this be how the Mercenary Guild controls its hunters?

Such methods were common in gangs.

Then, without further thought, he took a large bite.

It nearly made him vomit.

If this was some kind of mind-altering poison, did it really have to taste this bad?

Suppressing his nausea, Ethan finished the fruit, instinctively checking for any changes in his body.

And then, he froze.

[beast fruit, model: minotaur, C-rank] 

[Consume spirit energy to transform into a minotaur, increasing speed, strength, and explosive power. 

Can consume three times the spirit energy to enter berserk mode.]

Ethan's eyes widened in shock, his mouth opening and closing, unable to form any words.

Satisfied with the outcome, Alexander turned and stuffed the assassin's body into the sack.

As he reached the door, he spoke softly:

"Welcome to the Mercenary Guild. Don't even think about betrayal. You can't afford the price."

Then he vanished into the stark white light of the hallway.

Ethan's mouth remained wide open, his hands trembling as they held the mask.

His tiger-like eyes were neither filled with shock nor joy.

Tears welled up, washing away the years of bitterness he had endured.

He had awakened—C-rank, strong enough now, finally eligible to enter the central office.

No one would be able to take away what was rightfully his anymore.

His resistance to the Mercenary Guild diminished. This organization had given him the chance to reclaim his dignity.

But what was he supposed to do next within this organization?

That demon king-masked man didn't leave any contact information!

Suddenly, the phone on his bed lit up.

He reached for it.

[Mercenary Guild download complete, please register your hunter account.]

"So, this is how the Mercenary Guild operates?"

[Hunter 'Bull Demon,' registration complete!]

[Note: Revealing the Mercenary Guild or exposing your identity as a hunter will result in your termination~]

...

Jack was lounging on a recliner under the Super Fruit Tree.

Seeing Alexander return, he immediately stood up to report:

"Master Alex, the folks from New Era Home Furnishings came by today.

They were really earnest, had the designer sketching until it got dark.

Including the loft and all, the total area comes to 7,500 square meters.

They even offered an extra 500 square meters for free as a gift, no extra charge."

Alexander nodded, unsurprised by the gesture.

He picked up a shovel and began digging into the soil.

As he dug, he asked:

"You didn't let them come into this yard, did you?"

Jack shook his head hastily:

"No, no. I told them this is the boss's ancestral home and not to touch it.

Sister Rosie was also here keeping an eye on things. No one entered."

Then, he asked in confusion:

"Master, what are you digging for? Let me handle the heavy lifting."