I'm not a drama god

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As a butcher's knife swept across the sky, the hundred-meter-tall boulder, thrown into the air, was cleaved into numerous uniformly sized stone slabs, which fell to the ground with a series of booming sounds.

The butcher stretched his limbs, casually stuck his cleaver into the ground, then lifted the stone slab, which weighed several thousand pounds, with one hand and carried it on his shoulder like a construction worker, walking towards a tall, massive stone platform in the distance...

The giant stone platform is about ten meters above the ground and is made up of countless stone slabs stacked on top of each other, covering an area of ​​several hundred acres.

What is most astonishing is that this stone platform, without a trace of soil, is covered with all kinds of crops and crops. They seem to be divinely bestowed life that has sprouted directly from the cracks in the rocks. Although they are much shorter than normal crops, they are still a miracle.

At this moment, on the rocky field, a farmer, tanned dark by the sun and carrying a hoe, sat on the edge wiping away his sweat. Every drop of sweat that fell onto the stones made the crops beneath his feet grow a little taller...

"Hey, are you done yet?" The butcher carried the stone slabs to the edge of the stone field, piled them up, and said to the farmer, "Take a break?"

"...It's alright, I can still hold on." The farmer smiled simply. "There are still so many people in the city waiting to eat...Nothing can be grown in the soil, so I have to do the hard work and grow some food for them. Otherwise, Cangyun will really become the first realm to starve to death."

The butcher sighed softly, about to say something, when a figure carrying a water jug ​​and a basket walked straight towards him.

If Chen Ling were here, she would recognize at a glance that this is one of the owners of the Tongtian Star Position, and also Li Qingshan's current companion, the Dragon Slayer of the Cangyun Realm... Tu Tian.

However, this young master Tu Tian, ​​who was fearless and arrogant in the Tian Shu Realm, was unusually low-key and reserved at this moment, handing the water jug ​​to the butcher as if he were dealing with a very senior elder:

"Sir, here's your water."

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Before Tu Tian could finish speaking, the butcher slapped him on the back of the head, making Tu Tian wince in pain as he clutched the back of his neck.

"Didn't you see how exhausted your Uncle Dong is? Let Uncle Dong have some to drink first!"

Tu Tian stared wide-eyed innocently:

"Grandpa, you both have some! I brought two jugs!"

"Enough talk, take it to Uncle Dong first!"

Tu Tian was speechless. He tossed the jug onto the stone field with his left hand. The farmer sitting next to him caught it lightly, opened the lid, and started chugging it down... Then Tu Tian silently rolled his eyes and handed the other jug ​​to the butcher.

The butcher then leisurely took it and poured a mouthful into his mouth.

Old Deng, putting on airs...

Tu Tian thought to himself, "This is what I'm complaining about."

"Uncle Dong, I have some bread here, please have some to tide you over." Although she was complaining in her heart, Tu Tian still sensibly took out some bread from the basket and prepared to toss it to the farmer.

But to everyone's surprise, when the farmer saw the two dark, grimy loaves of bread, his lips twitched violently:

"--vomit."

Tu Tian: ? ? ?

"Uncle Dong, didn't you grow this bread yourself?"

"What do you know, kid?" The farmer waved his hand. "Just because you grew it yourself, that's why you... ugh..."

Tu Tian looked blankly at the butcher, who seemed to be used to it all along, and said leisurely while drinking water:

"Never mind him, that's just how he is."

“But this… how can we manage to grow crops at such a high intensity every day without eating?” Tu Tian frowned.

"Didn't you see how thin your Uncle Dong has become?" the butcher replied calmly. "Go find Lord Cangyun and get some more canned food... He can eat anything that isn't grown by himself."

The farmer now looks like a completely different person compared to when he was in the Boundless Realm... He's dark-skinned and thin, practically skin and bones, and his whole body is filled with exhaustion and haggardness.

But he had no choice. First, the Bitter Flesh Forest had drained the soil of nutrients, and now the Turbid Calamity was recuperating underground. It was truly impossible to grow anything on the land of the Hidden Cloud Realm. As the current leader of the Yellow God Path, he naturally could not stand by and watch the people of a realm starve to death. So he single-handedly grew crops on the stone fields to maintain the food supply of the entire realm.

The rumbling of hunger came from the stone field. The butcher looked up at the thin figure, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

"Old man, don't look at me like that, it's disgusting." The farmer noticed the butcher's gaze and snorted coldly. "I am the current leader of the Zodiac, this is what I should do... Besides, once Lord Cangyun kills the Turbid Calamity and this land gradually recovers its vitality, I will be free."

The butcher did not respond.

What the farmer said seemed to make sense, but the butcher knew very well that such expectations were too optimistic... Even if the scourge could be killed immediately, how long would it take to restore life to this wasteland that had been drained? Even if the soil recovered, how long would it take from sowing to harvest?

This whole process must take years. Even if he is an eighth-order being, even if he is the leader of the Zodiac, he is still human... How long can he last?

After the great war, all the realms faced food shortages, and with winter approaching, the other two realms were unlikely to offer them any assistance... To be honest, even the Butcher himself didn't know where their future lay.

The farmer sat on the stone field, took out his pipe, and took a deep drag:

Do you know what I'm thinking right now?

"What are you thinking about?"

"Damn it, if only there were more Yellow God Paths in this world," the farmer cursed. "But this is a lost path. There are only a few Yellow God Paths in the whole world. Now that the sky has fallen, I'm the only one left to bear the brunt... It's fucking ridiculous."

"Your Strength God Path is really good. With the support of the ancient Strength God Path, it flourishes everywhere... As for me, I can't even find a decent successor."

The farmer glanced at Tu Tian below, a hint of envy flashing in his eyes.

The butcher shook his head:

"But in this era... what use is strength?"

No matter how powerful the Mighty God Path is, can it fill the people's stomachs? Can it solve one plague after another? Can it sweep away the despair and malice in people's hearts? The Butcher and the entire Dragon Slayer are like the most helpless spectators in this disaster. They clearly possess surging power, but they can do nothing... This, too, is a kind of despair.

The farmer sat by the stone field, smoking and remaining silent for a long time...

"you say……"

Will this era ever get better?

The butcher opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

Just then, a noisy cheer suddenly came from afar!

"Mr. Han is here!!!"

"Mr. Han, the leading figure in contemporary medicine!! He has come to the Hidden Cloud Realm to heal and save lives!!! We are saved!!!"

Someone's joyful shout reached this place, and both the farmer and the butcher were stunned upon hearing it...

A moment later, the butcher looked in that direction and muttered to himself:

"Perhaps... there's still a chance?"