How to Create a Farm with the All-Known Fantasy Book

Inside the castle, where Shay fell from a high place, he found himself standing in front of an ominous being.

One that reeked of death and plague.

The stench of a rotting rat was the least smelliest thing that he could grasp by his senses and the strongest was the numbing smell of a rotting corpse of a man. More pungent than what was normally a a week old actual human corpse.

One could say that the ominous being in front of him was none other than a zombie, but to his Knowledge, zombies weren’t as big over the size of a human.

The count of Pestilence however stood at a height of just about 10 foot. Almost the size of two men joined to a top. With his crown made of snakes and a mask that was clearly rotting, Pestilus stood with a grin over his face.

“Come here child…let your soul be tempered by the hands of rot and sin.” said the count of pestilence.

“…You must be Pestilus.” said Shay as he looked rather nervous, standing in front of the 10 foot count.

“Hmm…one cannot fool an eye made from God. With your soul that mends together with the scent of the divine, one must presume that you are a Disciple of God.” said Pestilus.

“…” but to the count’s words, Shay was simply hesitant to say anything. He looked to his surroundings, searching for anything that could be to his advantage, but to his dismay, from the roof to where he fell, he lost all the equipment he brought with him.

No sword or any weapon was found to his advantage. He was simply left barehanded.

“Tell me, what God do you serve?” asked Pestilus.

“…I’m a bit of an Agnostic myself if you can believe that.” said Shay as he tries to observe the count with shaky eyes.

“Hmm, a word meant for one who lacks belief…to think that person filled with the scent of the divine is made with such thoughts. How ironic.”

“…I’m just not one to believe in the faith of a God’s work.”

“But Gods are real…they are very real.” said Pestilus as he looks to the Shay with a rather turned gaze.

“I can agree with that. Gods are real…I just don’t have faith in their works.”

“So you say…now tell me, what is a man like you doing in my domain?” he asked. And as he asked, the presence he showed in the room suddenly changes. From being cold and rotten, the room was suddenly turned rather moist and hot. Like a tar pit had just been conjured on the spot.

“…” to Shay’s observation, his sweat increased in its amount and the smell in the room suddenly worsened.

“I know you are with the knights that came from the Empire, I’m curious as to why a person such as yourself…has come to ‘my domain without my invitation’.” in those words, Pestilus’s presence not just by the room, but by his glare, turned rather more ominous than before. By the last words of his sentence, his tone changed and blood-lusted intent was suddenly directed to Shay with no account of holding back.

“!!” it was like Shay was being stared down by a tank’s cannon with no indication if it was ever going to be fired or not. One wrong move and the cannon might just shoot.

“I’ve come in the request of the Emperor…of a Father. So I’m here to bring you down and the princess with me back to the Empire.” without hesitation, Shay spoke his intentions, and in response, the blood-lusted presence from the count suddenly disappeared.

What only remained was the glaring eye of the Count that suddenly turned colder.

To his observation, the room was suddenly turning cold again. Too cold to a point that he could see his breath as he nervously exhaled his breath.

“…You dare?” said the Count.

And with it, a sudden burst of hot rotten air came to Shay’s way. Hot air that was so vile that it ruined the very carpet of the floor and the paint that stuck to the walls.

Cracking and filling with rot, the room was suddenly enveloped with the most nauseating air one could breath in.

“…!!?” Shay couldn’t help but block his nose as he struggled to breath well.

‘What’s happening? The room keeps changing and it keeps getting worse and worse!?’ he thought.

With the count sitting to where he was, he pulled on a chain which caught Shay’s attention.

That chained was leading to a connection that he felt was very suspicious. So as he followed the chains link, at the very end, he found something on the top of the ceiling, a glass shell that resembled a chandelier. And in that glass shell was the unconscious state of a woman. Tied and crying, she simply was tearful by the condition she was in.

“…No one is leaving my Kingdom after they invited themselves in without my permission. All of you will die here by my will. And by my will…by my love, the Princess will remain…so any last words?”

With that question said, he brought out his hand on which was rotting as a corpse and with it, a black sludge emitting a miasmatic presence erupted. As it was a last deal of offer presented to Shay.

Anything he would say would lead to a death-like end. The Count was sure of it as his smile and rage both showed in his confidence in the situation.

“This isn’t your kingdom…you fucking weirdo.”

And in that comment, the count with his miasma of power, threw a blast of rotting emergence down to Shay.

*Boom!!*

A blast powerful and filled with magic, it was able to rip the very floors away and was left melting like iron.

“Hmm, not even his bones were left. To think that he had the smell of a god with him. How weak of a child he was.” said Pestilus as he turned to look at his bride, stuck at the glass shell of a chandelier.

*BOOM!*

But the next thing he knew then as he stared at the glass chandelier, he found himself crashing down against the walls of the room.

As if a fist had struck him down all of a sudden out of nowhere.

Covered by the rubble of the wall he crashed into, he was shocked to find himself incapable of processing what just happened.

‘…’with and empty thought, he could only look ahead of himself and see that a man was standing at the throne from when he used to sit at a second ago.

That man was standing with a serious gaze as he too looked back at the fallen count and he gripped his hand tight with the emitting nature of mana strengthening his arm.

“…44% chance of purifying the Demon…that’s what the book said if I did it by myself. I guess it’s a strong suit of a chance if I do it right.” he said as looked at the Count with a rather tame eye.

One would question one’s self in the aspect of life on why they live, why they fight, and why they survive. To Shay, he questioned himself why he was inserting himself into the lives of these people, knowing that he had no relation to them whatsoever. Knowing full well that death might be the drawback of his actions, but he still fought.

So Why?

Why did he fight a demon?

Was it because of a moral code?

Did he even had a moral code in the first place?

For a thief in his past life, he barely had a rightful spirit since he stole what he wanted for the self interest of his own desires.

So why did he fight?

The answer was simple.

A need for change.

A wanting for growth.

And simply put, he was filled with the emotion to put a bastard in his place.

He was a greedy man in his past life, a man with no chains to hold him back to take what he wanted…to change what he wanted. Simply put, if he found something that he didn’t find appealing, he would act on his ambition to put it in a way that he finds it appealing.

Simply put, he was Greedy.

Today was just like anything else.

He finds the Pedophile in front of him disgusting and full of himself to a point that it made his stomach irk in disgust.

So he acted on his moral right as a person who wanted something to change about this situation.

He will kill this bastard and in the end, it will bring him peace of mind.

But he wasn’t reckless in his act to fight the demon, he knew full well what he was capable of. He knew that the bastard was a demon and he knew that the demon was just as capable in handling him if the right of his power and strength persist.

In a world where If it was a gun fight, one would have only a sliver of a chance to survive since all it takes is a bullet in the heart to take one’s life.

But in a world where your physical body surpasses that of the ordinary, one would barely feel death as a threat. This world brought in a sense of power that could never be compared to his past world. And because of this power, Shay didn’t feel a sense of true fear if when compared to a gun pointed to his head.

He was simply drunk with confidence.

So without hesitation, he dashes forward to attack the count yet again.

He’s movements were far superior compared to the rotting count, so when he dashed forward, he destroyed the very throne that the count sat on and as he landed at the front of the the count, he proceeded to strike down with a fist at the level where it was capable of opening the great eden wall.

That strike alone would be enough to crush an entire modern small house, and if received well, a man’s body could easily be crushed and be broken like glass.

*BOOM!*

But with it, as Shay struck down, he was shocked to see that Pestilus was found unscathed by his attack.

As what came upon his attack, he found that his fist didn’t even touch the demon.

“!?” a barrier that completely separated Shay from the demon made it possible for the Demon to survive his attack.

It was clear to the Demon count that he shouldn’t underestimate the boy in front of him. For what that boy holds is the strength that only mages of pure power could hold. But that was all that seemed to be and nothing else.

So the Demon smiled as he saw the boy look perplexed by the barrier that separated the two.

As although the boy was superior in the aspects of pure strength, he on the other hand was superior in the knowledge of magic. He too was overwhelmed by the confidence that he could win in this fight.

So with it, he conjured a magic circle at point-blank range and attacked the boy with a black flame.

The flame erupted at his face and blew him far back.

Throwing him to the other side of the castle walls.

*Boom!*

Pestilus thought that this might be enough to take down Shay, since knowing his own power, the black flame he used was capable of not just burning away the skins of a human but also embedding him with a corrupted force that will ultimately kill a person without a doubt. That flame won’t burn out until he commands it too or if the flame ultimately kills the target.

Expecting that everything was already over, he slowly stood up from the rubble and made way to check on the boy’s body.

From afar, he could still see the burning smoke from the black flames, so seeing it, he knew it was coming to an end.

Or so he thought.

By the moment where he stood on top of the rubble of the castle wall, the flames on underneath the rubble still did not extinguish.

He was curious as to why it was so, and seeing it happen, he leaned in close to see the corpse of the boy buried underneath the rubble.

*Thuck!*

To his surprise, a hand suddenly emerges from the rubble and grabs him by the throat.

“Khk!” Pestilus struggled as a grip so strong disabled him to breath well. It was coming to a point that the grip from the hand starting to dig even deeper into his skin to a point that Shay was able pierce his fingers through the skin and was able to grab hold directly down to his esophagus.

Rotting blood and maggots started dripping down to his hand and with it, Shay emerged from the Rubble ever so furious as his face was completely devoured by black flames.

An expression of both anger and wrath was plastered on his face. And seeing it, Pestilus flinched at the sight of a maddening beast in front of him.

What he saw in front of him was so fearing that Pestilus unconsciously fired another rounds of black flames from his hand. Its power was so large that the flames covered the entire floor of the castle room.

But to his surprise, Shay was found unscathed by the flames.

“H-how!?” asked Pestilus as he was confused by the end result of his attack.

Seeing that the demon was confused, Shay took this chance to try and finish the job. So he pulled him in close and grabbed him by his hair in an attempt to pull his head apart. But the rotting face of the count was so much so a corpse that the hair on his head simply slipped off like so.

Seeing him fail, Shay tried to grab for another vital weakness. And that was the demon’s heart. He tried to launch his arm in a spear position to pierce the demon’s heart, but Pestilus reacted back by cutting off the arm that was holding down to his throat.

Having grabbed hold of Shay’s hand, Pestilus then made a quick cast of magic which showed a thorny rose suddenly erupting from Shay’s elbow which it then tore itself apart from his entire body. Shay was left missing an arm as it stayed dangling at the Demon’s throat.

But not even a second passes and already, Shay’s hand suddenly starts reforming into a new figure of a hand. It was because of the Guardian’s Vigor that his hand was able to grow back and it was because of his skill towards his immunity to the Corrupted that he was able to survive against the flames. Both skills granted by Tellus herself.

“!?” Pestilus was shocked by this and with it, he quickly distanced himself from the boy.

“…What are you?” asked Pestilus as he glared at the boy with caution.

“…I’m a fucking farmer.” and with it, Shay then moved ahead and tried to attack the Count again with his fist.

Meanwhile, as the two fought, the princes herself who remained unconscious suddenly awoke from all the noise that was happening down below.

And she slowly wakes up, she found herself in the glass shell of a prison.

“…W-where am I?” she asked herself.

But as she remained confused, she heard the battling noises down below her. To which she was surprised to see that the Demon was fighting a stranger.

“What is going on? Who is he?” asked Princess Abigail.