I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Ian later obtained a lot of information from Charles.

I really have to thank Charles, otherwise I would have continued to be a liar.

Ian lay on the rock platform, watching Charles's figure disappear into the glow of the teleportation array.

The sun sank to the edge of the forest, turning the sky a dark red. The wind, carrying the smell of sulfur and ash, made his jelly-like body sway slightly.

Ian's mind was filled with Charles's words.

Ian looked down, and Charles's messages, like ice cubes, were being stuffed into his jelly-like body, waking him up completely.

LV.44, Tier 4. In the human kingdom, this is just the middle tier. Tiers 2 and 3 are low tier, 4 and 5 are middle tier, 6 and 7 are high tier, and tiers 8 and 9 are collectively called legendary.

Is it enough to carry the shoes of those legendary adventurers? No, it's not even a shoelace.

He suddenly understood why Vivian did nothing but eat and sleep all day; since she couldn't win anyway, she might as well just lie down.

If things get really bad, we can just run away. After all, Vivian, being a dragon, lives much longer than human heroes.

It's true that he's getting old.

But Ian couldn't lie still; he wasn't a dragon, and he didn't have three hundred years of lifespan to squander.

Therefore, he must farm.

Ian looked at the new talent [Magic Vein Weaving LV.1] on his panel, lost in thought.

This thing can guide the flow of magic, direct its injection, and even adjust the flow rate and thickness. Imagine directly injecting magic into crops…

It is theoretically feasible.

But theory is one thing, practice must start with the simplest.

In order to mold the loose sands of Dragon Territory into a usable shape before the arrival of the next super hero.

The first step in breaking up the sand is to ensure they have food to eat, so that more monster races can truly join.

……

Ian leaped off the edge of the rock platform and bounced towards the outside of the dragon's nest.

On the way, he went through the information that Charles had added later.

Monsters are called monsters because...

It's because intelligent monsters need magic power, not just the kind of need that humans and elves have to satisfy as long as they're fed; it's a necessity.

They can survive on ordinary crops, but not for long. Without the replenishment of magic from food, their rank will stagnate and their bodies will weaken, which is very dangerous in the Monster Forest.

This rendered the farming tools that Ian originally wanted to copy—crops like potatoes and sweet potatoes—useless in Dragon Territory.

Therefore, the various groups of monsters are scattered throughout the forest, not because they want to, but because they have no choice but to.

Because in the Monster Forest, only a sufficiently large hunting ground or farmland can support a tribe.

Gather together? Sure, we can all starve together.

Ian slowed down his jumping.

He suddenly thought of a question: Was Vivian's attempt at farming back then also because of this?

Charles said that Vivian had tried. She used dragon's blood to nourish crops, hoping to grow a field of food for the dragon territory.

Vivian later failed, but Charles didn't say exactly how she failed.

But Ian could probably guess that while dragon blood was powerful, it was Vivian's own magic. Could she manage to raise hundreds of acres of land all by herself?

Vivi couldn't recover, so the effort failed.

So Dragon Territory remained scattered, merely a name, but this very name actually fooled Ian.

However, Ian was quite surprised that Vivian had such a responsible side.

"sweet!"

Ian grew angrier the more he thought about it, but he really couldn't leave Dragon Territory. This slime of his was too outrageous, and he was always worried about being sliced ​​up wherever he went.

Ian had reached a wasteland. Before him lay a gray expanse overgrown with weeds and littered with pebbles, with a few crooked trees standing half-dead.

The last rays of the setting sun fell upon it, giving it a texture that had been barren for many years.

Ian lay down, and the soil in front of him was clearly unsuitable for cultivation.

But this is already one of the better plots of land near Dragon Ridge.

Ian plunged his tentacles into the soil, and as [Analysis] was activated, the soil condition became even more appalling from a magical perspective.

Soil structure: compacted.

Magic concentration: Low.

Organic matter content: low.

Most of the land near Dragon Territory is like this...

Or perhaps the entire monster forest is not suitable for farming, as it lacks the vast hills and plains typical of human kingdoms.

There are many problems, but fortunately, I possess the ability to create magical energy channels. I have enough power to cultivate legendary and precious magical plants, so surely I can at least grow crops?

……

Just then, a rumbling sound of footsteps came from behind.

Ian turned around.

On the horizon, a group of dark figures were rushing toward him.

The leader was the tallest and strongest, nearly three meters tall, with muscles bulging like rocks, and two curved bull horns that gleamed darkly in the sunlight. He was shirtless, with only a coarse cloth chain slung across his body, revealing thick brown hair and crisscrossing old scars on his chest.

Behind him followed at least twenty minotaurs, some tall, some short, some fat, some thin, some carrying axes, some carrying wooden sticks, and some simply empty-handed.

The leader braked suddenly three meters in front of Ian, its huge hooves carving two deep furrows in the ground.

He looked down, his large, round eyes fixed on the dark blue jelly on the ground.

"You...you're the slime that Lady Vivian recently acquired?"

The voice was muffled and deep, as if it were coming from a jar.

Ian: "...It's me."

The minotaur grinned, revealing a set of incisors stained green with grass juice.

"I am Angry Horn! The Minotaur Chieftain!" He slapped his chest, his pectoral muscles thumping like thunder. "Old Charles said you wanted to farm?"

Ian was taken aback. He knew Angry Horn well, but this time, with his clothes off, Ian didn't recognize him at first glance.

Ian asked, "Did Charles tell you that?"

"Yes!" Angry Horn nodded vigorously, his two horns nearly poking Ian. "He said you'd be farming at the entrance to the dragon's lair! I was thinking, farming requires tilling the soil, right? And tilling the soil requires cows, right? We minotaurs may not be good at much else, but we're masters at tilling the soil!"

Ian was silent for two seconds. That old man Charles is really reliable!

"Then..." Ian tentatively asked, "Will you start translating now?"

"Now?"

Angry Horn lowered its head, looking at the wasteland in front of it.

He frowned, scratched his head, and suddenly turned around and ran back the way he came.

The twenty-odd minotaurs that had been following him all ran away, leaving Ian alone and speechless in the evening breeze. Were these minotaurs all talk and no action?

Three minutes later, Angry Horn ran back.

Behind him followed more than twenty minotaurs pulling several giant iron plows.

It wasn't an ordinary plow; even with a Minotaur's height of nearly three meters, it would take four Minotaurs to pull it.

Ian Jelly's body trembled slightly.

This iron plow is so huge! Did you originally build it so that Vivian would pull it?!

"Where...where did this plow come from?"

"We made it ourselves!" Angry Horn said proudly. "It was originally meant for plowing the training grounds! The minotaurs used it for body building, turning it over every day to train their strength!"

Ian: "...So, for you Tauren, body forging is all about plowing the ground? That's way too much of a stereotype about bulls!"

"Yes!" Angry Horn nodded vigorously. "It really works! Everyone in our tribe is incredibly strong, and that's how we trained!"

He turned around and waved to the group of minotaurs: "Men! Get to work!"

More than twenty minotaurs roared in unison.

The roar was deafening, causing dust to fall from the entrance of the dragon's nest.

Then they charged into the wasteland!