I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Ian almost lost his composure.

What the hell is this "Mother of the Earth"? Why don't you just call me the Earth God?!

But the angry horn's expression was so serious that Ian was too embarrassed to laugh out loud.

"From now on, I'll call you Mother Earth!" Angry Horn straightened up, patted his chest, and said, "You tell me how to plant, and I'll plant! You tell me where to turn, and I'll turn! We minotaurs, from today onwards, will work for you!"

Ian looked at the three-meter-tall minotaur in front of him, and at the heartfelt reverence on his face, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Um..." Lilith had somehow managed to bite off the tentacle in her mouth and whispered, "Angry Horn, the Mother of the Earth is..."

"It's a respectful title!" Angry Horn interrupted her, his face full of righteousness.

Ian paused for two seconds and decided to accept this arrangement.

But then Ian suddenly remembered something and asked Angry Horn with some doubt, "Do you minotaurs have any religion?"

Angry Horn grinned, revealing a set of thick, white teeth.

"No, you mean you want to...?"

"No, no, don't overthink it."

Ian quickly denied it, then turned his head to think again.

The minotaurs in this world don't even have a traditional belief in the Earth Mother...

……

As dawn approached, Ian finally completed the arrangement of the magic network in the first experimental field.

Every line and vein of the ten acres of land has been carefully adjusted.

Soil moisture, temperature, and looseness are all within a controllable range.

A tremendous amount of magical power is pouring into the seed along its veins...

Just like when the crystal was infused with empty magic power, the fragile seed received the infusion of magic power very smoothly under the influence of its veins.

Starting tomorrow, we will need to observe the growth of the dragon blood wheat seeds every day and adjust the parameters of the vein as needed.

[Magic Vein Weaving] This thing is great, but it produces a lot of slime...

Ian stretched his jelly-like body.

The prolonged circulation of magic had made his once supple body somewhat limp, the light spots had dimmed considerably, and his magic power was completely depleted...

Looking at the flat land under the moonlight, Ian felt a strange sense of accomplishment.

Although there are no results yet, taking the first step has already made Ian feel excited.

These were the first crops he planted in this world.

It's not a potato, it's not a sweet potato, it's Dragon Blood Wheat, a special crop cultivated with the blood of the Dragon Maiden, imbued with violent magic.

If I succeed, the food problem in Dragon Territory will be solved.

If I fail... well, it's also the mother of success, so I'm not at a loss either way.

"It's time to take a break," Ian said, preparing to leave.

He twitched, trying to pull himself up from the ground, but failed. He tried again, but still failed.

The third time... I gave up. I'm now just a puddle of "slime-shaped liquid," like a piece of jelly that's melted in the sun.

The effects of depleting magic power are too great for a slime, a creature purely powered by magic.

Ian turned and looked around...

The three members of the Gilded Rose Squad had already sown all the seeds, and the three of them had already lit a campfire not far away, snuggling together and falling asleep.

And Lilith...

The magical tentacles that bound her had long since dissipated because Ian's magic was insufficient to sustain them, but she was now just a soft lump of mud, with traces of drool still hanging from the corner of her mouth.

"Even if he's cured, he'll still drool..." Ian complained.

Ian opened the panel, and his talent [Shadow Magic Affinity] had already quietly reached level 5 while Lilith was enjoying the tentacle whipping and ascending to the top.

Ian decided to hibernate where he was and shut down!

……

……

Ian woke up when the sun was high in the sky.

Before the view even expanded, I felt two lumps of slime pressing down on me from behind, and something that looked like fingers was pressing hard against my body...

Ian was shocked!

"Gan! Could it be that he was sleeping too soundly and was disturbed by his fellow humans...?"

Ian's already limp body went even weaker with fear.

Ian "opens his eyes".

He lay sprawled on a pair of snow-white thighs, his deep blue, gelatinous body gleaming in the sunlight, with golden specks of light lazily swirling within him.

Behind him was Barbara's ample bosom, concealed by her priest's robes. Her fingers continued to massage Ian's body...

I was terrified! I thought I'd been merged into the local slime category.

...Ever since becoming a slime, worldly desires have almost disappeared. Suppressed by Barbara's outstanding talent, he has no thoughts in his mind.

The aftereffects of staying up all night to set up the magic meridians are still there. My magic has only recovered by more than half, and my body is still in a sluggish state, but at least I can move around.

With a gasp of surprise from Barbara, Ian jumped out of her arms.

We need to take a look at the dragon blood wheat seeds.

The experimental field remains the same.

Ten acres of flat land, the surface covered with fine clods of soil. Magical veins flowed quietly underground, evenly distributing the magic from the direction of the volcano to every inch of soil.

Ian lay down by the field and activated [Analysis].

Soil moisture: Normal.

Magic concentration: Normal.

Seed status: Still dormant.

He sighed.

Although I knew that Dragon Blood Wheat sprouts slowly, it was still a bit frustrating that nothing happened after a whole night of intense magic infusion.

After all, the magical power infused into the magic channels overnight was enough for Ian to cast a thousand fireballs...

"Pop".

As if it were an illusion, a soft sound came from the ground.

Ian's body stiffened.

He restrained himself and turned his gaze toward the direction from which the sound came.

Another "pop".

Then, a small sprout with a hint of dark red broke through the soil and stood up tremblingly in the sunlight.

Ian paused for three seconds.

Holy crap.

He swore.

Although there was only one plant, and it was pitifully small, it had indeed sprouted.

Ian circled the sprout several times, scanning it over and over again to confirm that it was not an illusion, nor some strange monster in disguise, but a genuine Dragon Blood Wheat sprout.

He was so excited he wanted to jump up, but he only got halfway up.

Splat~

It's gone soft again; my body hasn't fully recovered yet.

He lay on the ground, looking at the tender sprout, and couldn't help but smile.

"I did it! I really did it..."

……

The sun gradually began to set in the west.

Ian remained lying by the field, staring blankly at the single tender sprout, occasionally checking the data in the field and adjusting the magic flow.

A crowd gathered around...

Angry Horn and a few minotaurs squatted on the ground, while Lilith stood in the shadows pretending not to care. The Gilded Rose Squad also watched with curiosity, since they really didn't have much to do right now...

"Are you sure this is dragon blood wheat?" Angry Horn leaned closer for a look, his huge bull nose almost poking the tender sprout. "It looks no different from ordinary wheat."

"There's no difference when they're just sprouting," Ian said weakly. "You'll see when they grow up."

"How long will it take?"

"Charles said it used to take a year, but I'm trying to shorten it to half a month."

Phoebe's eyes lit up: "It's so short? Can I apply to be among the first to try it?"

Ian glanced at her: "Watch your mouth. Don't stuff everything in your mouth. You're not a monster. Just eat some ordinary crops."

Phoebe pouted: "Let's give it a try..."

Ian ignored her.