God Level Farmer In Another World

Chapter 180: The Ghost King, Sequence Rank 8!

The light in the Chimera's eyes began to fade, its movements slowed, and it almost stopped struggling entirely.

The Heavenly Flame of Creation Mecha's arm armor cracked, with shattered pieces turning into black volcanic ash drifting skyward.

After a long pause, the Flame Mecha released its grip, and the Chimera coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Turning back, the Chimera cast a horrified glance at the Flame Mecha and quickly retreated, maintaining a safe distance.

It eyed the Flame Mecha warily, filled with disbelief.

This human was absurdly powerful!

Why was he letting it go?

He clearly had the upper hand!

The armor on the Heavenly Flame of Creation Mecha began dissipating into black smoke, making the giant resemble a figure shrouded in mist from afar.

Alexander's cold voice resonated from within the Flame Mecha:

"We're even now."

The Chimera's enormous eyes widened, emotions of fury and humiliation flashing through them.

This human had the upper hand but chose not to finish the fight—was it deliberate?

When had it, the Sin of Pride Blackbeard, ever needed pity?

The Chimera tried to speak but ended up coughing blood instead. It spilled onto the ground like red paint splashing from a great height, staining several large trees crimson.

Its condition was dire, and compared to the Flame Mecha, which appeared in much better shape, the Chimera wasn't confident it could win in its current state.

"Cough, cough! Human! Fine!"

"This time, we're even. Next time, we'll fight again!"

The Chimera would never admit defeat.

With a roar, it ascended toward the sky and dove into the Tianchi Volcano crater.

Once the Chimera left, the Heavenly Flame of Creation Mecha instantly dissipated.

Alexander's face turned pale as he coughed uncontrollably, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

His condition wasn't much better than the Chimera's.

The mental and physical strain today had been immense, and controlling the Flame Mecha had consumed an enormous amount of his spiritual energy.

If the battle had dragged on any longer, the outcome would have been uncertain.

Alexander murmured with a complicated expression:

"That Chimera was far harder to deal with than that succubus."

"Compared to them, my only shortfall is spiritual energy."

"If I could graft that Security Bureau's demonic beast onto myself, I wouldn't lack spiritual energy anymore."

Alexander gazed at the Tianchi Volcano crater, his eyes filled with regret.

"If I chopped that Chimera into pieces and buried it in my backyard, it could probably grow extraordinary supernatural plants."

"Maybe even yield several Grade-A Super Fruits."

"From tomorrow onward, Tianchi belongs to me."

Alexander planned to identify a capable leader for the Hunter's Guild in White Mountain City and expand its influence there.

Then, he would completely seal off Tianchi.

He already had someone in mind for the guild leader: the chubby boy.

The Ruffelo family had been rooted in White Mountain City for years; no one understood the city better than they did. White Mountain City was practically their backyard.

Volcanic ash swirled around Alexander as he soared into the sky.

"Is he even human?"

In a secluded corner overlooked by both Alexander and the Chimera, a black SUV was parked.

The vehicle was strategically positioned in a shallow cave, concealed by large trees.

None of the passing demonic creatures had noticed it.

Inside, a monitor displayed footage of Alexander taming the Shadow Flames, absorbing volcanic magma, and battling the Chimera.

"He defeated one of the Seven Sins on his own! He's terrifyingly strong!"

"But why did he let Blackbeard escape?"

The occupants of the SUV were in shock, their eyes glued to the screen.

The administrators replayed Alexander's actions repeatedly, rubbing their eyes in disbelief.

The bald administrator swallowed hard, barely suppressing his astonishment. His trembling hands opened a specialized laptop, and he began typing:

"Codename: Ghost King.

Features: White hair, Crying Ghost King Mask, three distinct supernatural flame abilities.

Not registered as an awakened individual by the Security Bureau."

"Sequence Rank: Tentatively 8."

"Log filed by: Raven Squad."

White Mountain City.

The battle between the demonic creatures and White Mountain City had finally ended.

It was undoubtedly the hardest battle the city had faced in years.

Fortunately, this time a mysterious C-rank individual stepped in to help.

Jack used his flying ability to distract many C-rank demonic creatures, creating opportunities for Carl Ruffelo to shine.

Despite his body riddled with chronic ailments, Carl Ruffelo managed to kill over a dozen C-rank creatures in a single battle.

With Jack's addition, White Mountain City barely managed to hold back the assault.

Even better, another mysterious figure intervened.

A woman with wavy long hair, a slim figure, and a black helmet rode in on a demon wolf, commanding over a dozen D-rank and C-rank demonic creatures. Like a cybernetic heroine, she rescued White Mountain City from disaster.

This time, the city's law enforcement suffered minimal losses and achieved a decisive victory.

In the command room atop White Mountain City's walls, Carl Ruffelo warmly entertained Jack and the mysterious woman.

The table was laden with an assortment of drinks.

In this world, alcohol was a precious commodity.

Drinking it not only warded off fear of demonic creatures but also ensured restful sleep. Since becoming the head of the Security Bureau, Carl Ruffelo had never ceased brewing his own supply.

After every battle, Carl Ruffelo would open his cellar and let the officers who participated in the defense drink to their heart's content.

The table featured canned alcohol, a rarity not brewed in White Mountain City.

Even Carl Ruffelo was reluctant to drink canned beer—every bottle consumed meant one less left.

This highlighted how much Carl Ruffelo valued Jack and the mysterious woman.

Carl Ruffelo picked up a can of beer, smiling brightly.

"Thank you both for your help. I, Carl Ruffelo, am deeply grateful. Cheers!"

Jack, accustomed to the good life in South Sea City with Alexander, found such beer unimpressive.

He was used to Penfolds and Maotai, not canned beer.

He took a symbolic sip and then began scrutinizing the woman.

He wondered—was she a hunter?

If she wasn't, why did she refuse to reveal her face? It was the hunters' rule to keep identities concealed.

And her timing was too convenient. Who but a hunter would involve themselves in White Mountain City's mess?

Yet, if she were a hunter, who uses a motorcycle helmet as a mask?

Carl Ruffelo, watching her intently, furrowed his brows.

Her figure and attire seemed eerily familiar—too much like James's before he disappeared, though dirtied now.

Moreover, the helmet she wore was unmistakably his.

The helmet had "R10006" marked on it—not a serial number but something he had welded himself.

The "R" stood for "Ruffelo," and the "10006" was an inside joke: "Mark Ruffelo, 1000% awesome."

Something wasn't right—extremely not right!

If this woman was James, then James's identity was far too suspicious!

Carl Ruffelo picked up a can of beer and respectfully toasted the woman.

"Heroine, I toast you. May I ask your name?"

The woman hadn't spoken a single word so far.

If she spoke, Carl Ruffelo believed he could immediately confirm whether or not she was James.

The woman picked up the canned beer in front of her, clinked it against Carl Ruffelo's, and finally spoke:

"You can call me the Beastmaster."

The black visor of her helmet lifted halfway, just enough to sip the beer, but her face remained obscured.

Carl Ruffelo was perplexed. Her voice, crisp and melodious like wind chimes, was nothing like James's.

Scratching his head in confusion, he lowered his gaze and was about to sit down when he noticed her chest.

He raised an eyebrow.

A noticeable curve, fair and ample.

This was definitely not the flat-chested, fake man James!

Could this woman have killed James, taken his clothes, and stolen his helmet?

Jack, hearing her introduction, looked unsurprised.

"Beastmaster? A hunter, no doubt. So, White Mountain City does have other hunters!"

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