God Level Farmer In Another World

Chapter 136: Traitor to Humanity

Sophia felt her heart sink—the signal here was too weak.

Outside the car, the villagers glared at her with hostility, and the village chief pressed her aggressively.

She had no hope of calling for help.

Her spiritual energy was nearly depleted, leaving her unable to protect the vehicle.

Sophia's demeanor grew colder, and her temperament began to shift.

She raised her head and said in a frosty voice:

"Arkarin Moja, do you also expect me to bow down to demonic creatures as you have? You're not even worthy of being called human!"

The village chief froze momentarily before attempting to explain:

"What Arkarin Moja? Don't listen to this woman's nonsense. I told you, she's not in her right mind—"

Sophia frowned, her gaze sharp as swords.

"Enough! What foolish mountain gods! Only you people from Mount Mang would grovel before beasts like that and call them your masters!"

The chief's face darkened instantly.

"You… What did you just say?"

Sophia looked at him with disdain.

"Am I wrong?

Your so-called spirit-calling techniques are nothing but tricks to grovel and beg before demons!"

The village chief's expression turned so dark it seemed like water could drip from it.

"Who exactly are you? Are you from the Security Bureau?"

Spirit-calling techniques weren't something ordinary people would know about, so how did she know so much?

From the start, this seemingly pure and sunny young woman had been unnervingly calm. Even when he mentioned the mountain god, she had shown no surprise.

Could this be a trap laid by the Security Bureau?

Sophia straightened her posture and declared:

"I am the eldest daughter of the Divine Family from the North Sea, the future head of the Divine Family.

"Arkarin Moja, surely you've heard of us during your time in the Four Seas City region."

At that moment, Sophia exuded the aura of a true heiress of the Divine Family.

If she wanted a sliver of hope for survival, she had to bet everything she had.

Meeting the chief's suspicious gaze, Sophia shouted sternly:

"Don't believe me? Then dare to harm me?

"If I die here, the Divine Family will immediately receive the coordinates of my death.

"When that happens, you and your so-called mountain god will accompany me to the grave!"

The village chief instinctively stepped back two paces, his sinister gaze fixed on Sophia, pondering deeply.

He regretted bringing Sophia into the village.

Even if he let her go, his days of leisure would be over—the Security Bureau would surely come to wipe out Mang Village.

"Damn those human pigs! Damn them! Bastards!"

The chief flew into a rage, grabbing a villager and beating him to vent his frustration.

The villager screamed in pain, clutching his injuries.

None of the villagers resisted.

First, the chief could communicate with the mountain god, protecting them from demonic threats.

Second, following the chief meant they could indulge in pleasures daily, a luxury unimaginable in the cities.

Even though they knew the chief wasn't truly one of them.

Of course, there had been resisters in the past, but they were swiftly surrounded and killed by these same submissive villagers.

After venting, the chief calmed down and knocked on the car window, smiling maliciously.

"Miss Sophia, could it be that your spiritual energy is running low?"

Sophia's heart sank further.

The chief grinned wickedly.

"Then tell me, do you think you'll have time to kill yourself before I drag you out of this car?

"And after I pull you out, do you think you'll get the chance to end your life?

"Miss from a noble family—I haven't yet had the pleasure of tasting someone like you."

He stepped back and gestured for the villagers to smash the car.

Sophia opened the car's sunroof, poked her head out, and shouted loudly:

"Your village chief is a traitor to humanity!

"He's been lurking in South Sea City for 20 years—he must have some nefarious plot!

"If you take him down, you'll be heroes!

"I'll help you—"

Before she could finish, a hammer flew toward her head.

Startled, Sophia quickly ducked back into the car.

The chief laughed mockingly.

"You human pigs are all the same.

"Give them a little pig feed, and they'd rather go after their own kind than anyone else.

"Can you blame them? They worship strength, and I'm the strongest here.

"Don't worry. Once you see how powerful I am, even you will worship me!"

These villagers had no desire to be heroes. They only wanted to continue their carefree lives under the chief's rule.

In truth, if even a few of them had the courage to hit the chief with a stick, he wouldn't have lasted this long.

While Mount Mang's people rarely had combat-type awakenings, many practiced spirit-calling techniques.

They relied on demonic creatures for combat.

However, summoning demons came with strict conditions, and any slight misstep could lead to disaster.

If just a few villagers had dared to strike the village chief hard before he used his spirit-calling techniques, he wouldn't have been able to lord over them for so long. Sophia was in despair.

At this moment, her mind seemed to glitch, and she had an absurd fantasy.

She didn't want a golden-armored savior riding on a rainbow cloud like some legendary hero. Instead, she wanted her novel's protagonist—a masked figure in a trench coat.

Her novel's protagonist was the embodiment of power and justice. This crazy woman had fallen in love with a character from her own book.

"I must be insane. Where in the world would I find someone like him?"

Just as she berated herself, a strange gate appeared in the sky. From the void stepped two figures.

One was clad in black from head to toe, wearing a sinister ghost mask and sporting a pair of wings on his back. She had seen this person before—he had tried to kill her outside her apartment building.

The other figure stood on a floating lotus of white flame, wearing a weeping ghost king mask. His hooded head was crowned with a hat, and his black trench coat flapped dramatically in the cold wind.

The arrival of these two figures immediately drew everyone's attention.

Alexander glanced at Jack. "Where are we? This doesn't seem like North Mang Mountain."

Jack scratched his head with an awkward smile. "The Door-Door Fruit's ability—I still don't fully understand it."

Alexander sighed in disappointment. "I'm a little let down." Ignoring Jack, Alexander turned his cold, magnetic gaze toward the village chief on the ground.

The chief emanated a strange, dense aura of demonic energy.

Alexander's chilling voice cut through the air like a blade: "Are you an invader?"

The village chief's jaw dropped in terror. These two were powerful awakened individuals. Were they from the Security Bureau?

The chief lost all composure, pointing at Alexander and Jack while shouting hysterically:

"Security Bureau! Security Bureau! You've been hunting me for 20 years! So, you've finally found me! Fine, fine, fine! I'll pay any price to kill you damned human pigs!"

Alexander's eye twitched. The last person who dared insult him like that was Willard. Willard had died—and it wasn't a pleasant death.

The chief bit his finger, quickly forming hand seals with his bloodied hands. A six-pointed star rune appeared before him. The ground shook violently, and a colossal figure materialized from the void, growing solid.

It was a hundred-meter-long centipede with a human face! On its back writhed countless tiny figures. Upon closer inspection, these were thousands of miniature humans, crying and wailing, their eerie voices cutting through the air.

The village chief knelt down: "Great Mountain God! I swear to sacrifice a thousand infants next year—please, destroy those two humans in the sky!"

The human-faced centipede ignored the chief and instead fixed its wary eyes on the two humans above. One was clearly an A-class awakened, while the other's level was indiscernible.

The centipede, a demonic creature on the brink of advancing to A-class, already possessed significant intelligence. It knew it must kill these human threats.

With a piercing shriek, the centipede roared into the heavens, causing a tremor across North Mang Mountain. In response, the demonic creatures across the mountain erupted into chaos, answering their king's call as they surged toward the battlefield.

Jack chuckled and bowed respectfully toward Alexander. "Master, it seems I didn't take a wrong turn. All the demons are here."

Could Alexander handle this horde of demons? What a joke—this was Alexander! The guild president's reputation had long since been mythologized among hunters.

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