God Level Farmer In Another World

Chapter 175: Jack Takes Action

The Sin of Pride Blackbeard watched Alexander with a serious expression.

The shadow flame was immensely powerful, yet this human had subdued it—his strange abilities exceeded Blackbeard's imagination.

Blackbeard muttered to itself,

"If you have the strength to subdue the shadow flame, then perhaps you are worthy of being my opponent."

Its gaze gradually grew greedy, filled with the insatiable hunger of a monster for human flesh.

Blackbeard didn't dislike eating humans; it merely refrained from consuming the weak, as it clashed with its principles.

Now, for the first time in ages, it had found something worth devouring, and the thought drove it mad with desire.

Just as Blackbeard was about to issue a challenge to Alexander, a row of trees caught fire and was swallowed by flowing magma.

Blackbeard hesitated.

Locking eyes with Alexander for a long moment, it finally spoke:

"You're human, aren't you? The cities of your kind are on the brink of disaster. Surely you can't stand idly by?

Why don't we join forces to suppress the volcanic magma, just as you subdued the shadow flame?"

Changbai Mountain was revered as a sacred mountain by surrounding nations.

Blackbeard had grown fond of this place. Only a mountain with such a title was worthy of being its lair.

It did not wish to see the mountain destroyed.

However, Blackbeard lacked Alexander's ability to control fire.

Proposing an alliance to suppress the magma was merely a facade—it refused to show weakness by openly asking for Alexander's help.

Alexander, feeling the immense power of the white python flame, murmured,

"So, you are called the shadow flame?

Your power is profoundly yin and wicked, like the flames of the Nine Hells.

The name 'shadow flame' suits you well."

The white python flame could not understand Alexander's words, but it sensed he was addressing it. The massive serpent's head affectionately flicked its white tongue toward him.

Blackbeard, irked by being ignored, suppressed its anger and said,

"Human, will you join me in suppressing the magma? Surely you don't wish for your people to suffer?"

Alexander turned a cold gaze toward Blackbeard.

"Whether White Mountain City lives or dies has nothing to do with me.

Rather than worry about the city, you should be worrying about yourself."

With that, Alexander commanded the white python flame to roar and charge at Blackbeard.

Was Alexander's refusal due to cold-bloodedness?

No. He understood that his current mastery of the Soul Fruit would allow him to control the magma of Changbai Mountain at its limit.

Alexander desired strength and coveted the volcanic magma of Changbai Mountain's heavenly pool.

However, subduing it would consume a vast amount of his spiritual energy, leaving him defenseless.

And before him stood the formidable Blackbeard, a monster not to be trusted in any alliance.

Between White Mountain City and Blackbeard, which posed the greater threat?

The city housed merely tens of thousands, whereas Blackbeard was far more than just an A-rank monster.

If Blackbeard were to ravage Base Country 3, how many cities like White Mountain would fall?

Some might label Alexander's choice as callous and hypocritical.

Others might argue that every life matters, and the residents of White Mountain City deserved salvation.

But to Alexander, only Mark and Carl Ruffelo mattered—he had no connection to the rest.

Jack had already arrived in White Mountain City and could evacuate Mark and Carl Ruffelo if things turned dire.

Meanwhile, in White Mountain City, the erupting volcano displayed its devastating power, plunging humans and monsters alike into despair.

Even the invading monsters, upon witnessing the might of nature, realized the futility of their actions and began retreating.

Only the most mindless creatures, driven by their lust for human flesh and ignorant of their impending doom in the magma, persisted in their attack.

The pressure on White Mountain City eased considerably, but no one felt relief.

The imminent threat of volcanic ash and lava loomed large.

"Father, what do we do now?"

Mark climbed the city wall, slicing a monster in two with his longsword as it scaled the barrier.

Carl Ruffelo asked, "Why are you here? What about the pretenders in the city?"

Mark's eyes were bloodshot, and he panted heavily, "Those pretenders stopped pretending the moment the volcano erupted. Those beasts have already fled White Mountain City! The real question now is—what do we do?"

Overwhelmed by the volcanic eruption, Mark failed to notice a camouflaged hellhound lurking in the darkness behind him. Its greedy eyes locked onto his neck as it opened its blood-stained jaws.

Carl Ruffelo's pupils dilated, and he roared, "Mark! Watch out!"

"What?" Mark spun around just in time to see the hellhound closing in on him. He could even smell the putrid stench emanating from its mouth.

"Shit!" Mark barely had time to react, instinctively raising his arms to protect his vital areas.

At that moment, a sharp claw pierced through the hellhound's throat!

The terrified Mark focused on the figure before him. A mysterious man clad in black and wearing a ghostly mask had appeared. The most startling detail? He had a pair of black wings!

Carl Ruffelo rushed to Mark's side, his voice heavy with suspicion, "Are you human or a monster?"

If not for Jack saving Mark, Carl would have unleashed his powers immediately to destroy this seemingly monstrous figure.

Jack's gaze remained indifferent as he spoke softly, "I'm here under orders from the president to take you both away."

Carl raised an eyebrow, "The president?"

Jack glanced at the approaching volcanic ash and said, "There's no time to explain. Please, come with me."

Mark and Carl exchanged bewildered looks. Forget who this "president" was—how could anyone escape the looming volcanic disaster?

If Jack hadn't appeared so mysteriously, and if his combat strength weren't so evident, both Mark and Carl might have dismissed him as a lunatic.

But Carl wasn't in a position to question much. All he cared about was his son's safety, and Jack seemed like their last hope.

Carl clasped his hands together and said earnestly, "My friend, if you can take my son to safety, that's all I ask. I, Carl Ruffelo, will forever remember your kindness! Should I ever have the chance to repay your generosity, I will do so without hesitation!"

Jack gave Carl a fleeting glance, spiritual energy gathering around him, "I'm tasked with taking both of you. That's my mission."

With that, a white glow radiated from Jack's hands, and an ancient-looking door appeared on the wall before them. Carl and Mark exchanged astonished glances, their shock unmistakable.

A spatial awakener? Wasn't that supposed to be a myth? How could such a person truly exist?

And who was this "president" who commanded a spatial awakener? When had they crossed paths with someone so influential? Why were they being saved?

Jack said, "Prepare yourselves. We need to leave quickly."

He reached out to open the spatial gate. Suddenly, his brows furrowed. The door wouldn't open!

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