207: interpenetrate

This team of heavily bundled uninvited guests, upon arriving at the farm, immediately presented Ouro's token.

Even without seeing their expressions, one could sense their urgency.

It seemed they had very important matters to discuss with Ouro.

Due to Ouro's token, the leader was quickly escorted to Ouro's location.

This was an extremely luxurious villa.

It guarded the core of the farm, belonging to Lin Tianwei's residence.

Although it was slightly inferior compared to the City Lord's Mansions of the major cities.

As a building existing within a farm, it was already quite a behemoth.

However, even such a behemoth, in front of Lin Tianwei's residence.

In front of a residence over five hundred meters tall, it appeared so tiny.

Like the paw of a super beast, it looked insignificant.

Upon arriving at Ouro's office, the man in black immediately removed his mask.

Revealing a very unfamiliar face.

This was definitely not anyone who had been on the farm before.

It was actually a very beautiful young woman.

Coupled with the alluring figure vaguely visible beneath the black clothes, she appeared very seductive.

Over three years, humanity across the world had been flourishing.

But the farm was not as backward as imagined.

Especially Ouro, the nominal manager of the farm.

He had secretly developed the farm's own influence while exchanging goods with America.

As time passed, Ouro finally understood the immense grace Lin Tianwei had bestowed upon him.

At first, he also thought it was just a coincidence that his language Talent had suddenly become stronger.

Until a coincidence.

Under a sudden inspiration, Ouro used the ability of Mental Power to move objects.

Only then did he understand how powerful the strength Lin Tianwei had bestowed upon him was.

However, he immediately realized.

Mental Power might have many powerful effects.

But as an ordinary human, he could not possibly use Mental Power to its extreme like Lin Tianwei.

Instantly killing millions of Hellfire Ants?

He shouldn't even dream of such a feat.

Perhaps exhausting his Mental Power would only barely kill one or two Hellfire Ants.

Therefore, compared to developing those flashy Mental Power skills.

Spending time where it matters most was the best choice.

Thinking of this, Ouro gave up on other effects of Mental Power and focused on its alluring effect.

Combined with his language Talent, his every word and action became extremely inflammatory.

The first person to experience this power was Ouro himself.

To be honest, Legisamon was right.

Ouro was, after all, just a farmer.

Perhaps he could keep up with the rapidly developing farm in the early stages.

But as the farm's territory gradually expanded and its strategic importance grew, the pressure he felt also increased.

If it weren't for Lin Tianwei's suppression.

The farm held a dominant position externally; he would have been devoured without a trace long ago.

Whether merchants or politicians.

Those chosen to interact with Ouro were not easy to deal with.

These people were initially somewhat restrained.

But as time went on, they gradually revealed their true nature.

Greed.

Infinite greed.

They wished they could swallow the farm whole, turning everything into their own profit.

This situation made Ouro feel immense pressure.

If everything required Lin Tianwei's intervention, then what was the meaning of his existence?

Lin Tianwei did not need a farm owner who only knew how to flatter.

Without any real ability, Ouro would sooner or later harm the farm's interests due to his incompetence.

By then, even if Lin Tianwei didn't personally blame him, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.

He had failed Tiger King's trust in him!

Just as Ouro was truly overwhelmed, preparing to resign to Lin Tianwei and recommend a more capable person.

The emergence of Mental Power was like a beacon, giving him hope.

Self-hypnosis!

This seemingly fantastical, yet truly existing operation, gave Ouro confidence.

He began to experiment on himself, combining his language Talent with Mental Power.

To produce a powerful effect of swaying people's hearts.

"Don't be afraid; just treat these arrogant fools as the useless laborers who once worked on the farm."

"These scoundrels, what they need most is flogging."

"One day without a whipping, and their skin gets itchy and they crave a beating!"

Facing the mirror, Ouro's eyes gradually became frantic.

He seemed to have returned to the farm of the past, when he commanded countless little dark ones as his laborers.

These little dark ones were the laziest; with even a slight lack of attention, they would gather in groups of three or five to slack off.

Their efficiency was shockingly low.

Thinking of this, Ouro took out the whip his father had passed down to him.

"Those little dark ones are cheap bones; if you don't whip and beat them, they won't know what it means to work hard?"

"Being kind to them? Not only will they not be grateful, but they will also intensify their efforts, attempting to rise up and become the masters of the farm."

"Treat them like tops, whip them hard, whip them to death if they don't die."

"Not only will they not resist, but they will also develop reverence for you."

"Like tops whipped countless times, they will spin quickly and get to work."

"Their purpose is to be the farm tools of our family farm."

"Work, work, work!"

His father's words were deafening.

From that day on, Ouro picked up this whip.

Once he found a farm tool slacking off, he would lash it hard with the whip.

Whipping them until their skin was torn and blood flowed.

Ouro was surprised to find that those treated this way became even more reverent towards him.

They understood better that they should work hard and unleash their full potential.

Sure enough, the little dark ones were all cheap bones!

As memories unfolded, Ouro's eyes also became sharp.

He once again became the farm owner who commanded countless little dark ones and looked down on everything.

These man-eating merchants and politicians gradually turned into little dark ones in his eyes, becoming beings he could trample at will.

If they didn't obey, he would just wave his whip and beat them.

As cheap bones, they would only know what it meant to obey after being whipped.

Anyway, with Tiger King backing him up, these cheap bones couldn't cause any trouble on the farm.

As self-hypnosis gradually deepened, Ouro changed.

He again became that arrogant farm owner.

Of course, the so-called arrogance was only external.

Everyone on the farm had been completely tamed and did not need flogging.

Only those outsiders needed him to be ruthless with them.

Ouro's transformation quickly attracted everyone's attention.

They were somewhat astonished, wondering what caused Ouro to undergo such a significant change.

Facing Ouro's flogging, some people chose to silently accept it.

Putting away their petty thoughts, they respectfully conducted business with the farm.

This was the attitude they should have.

The attitude they should have in front of the farm that dominated everything.

The other part of the people felt insulted.

A mere insignificant farm owner dared to be so presumptuous with them.

They truly didn't know how to write the word 'death'.

However, they didn't realize that Ouro was not a simple farm owner.

But a farm owner appointed and personally chosen by Lin Tianwei.

Within the farm's boundaries, apart from Lin Tianwei's orders, Ouro was an absolute god.

Under the organization of these merchants and politicians, a secret assassination began.

A team of well-equipped elite Espers attacked Ouro's villa under the cover of night.

This was the drawback of open trade; it would inevitably make it easier for some ill-intentioned individuals to infiltrate.

However, this assassination started quickly and ended even faster.

It was over almost in an instant.

This was Lin Tianwei's domain.

Anyone who dared to harbor ill intentions on the farm had only one path to choose: death.

The seven died silently, their slightly raised smiles frozen instantly.

They never imagined that the moment they decided to assassinate Ouro, their fate of death was sealed.

Lin Tianwei was only sleeping, not dead.

Terrifying Mental Power covered the farm; no disturbance could escape his eyes.

These assassins were not discovered by the patrol until the next morning.

Ouro immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

These politicians and merchants were not true little dark ones.

They possessed stronger power than the little dark ones; facing Ouro's oppression, they would choose to resist.

Uncovering the masks of these assassins, Ouro even saw some familiar faces from the rankings.

Familiar faces from America's Esper rankings.

They seemed to possess great power, but in front of Lin Tianwei, they were merely like ants.

Instantly killing them would be no harder than instantly killing Hellfire Ants.

However, Ouro immediately realized that although these politicians and merchants were not little dark ones.

Under Lin Tianwei's suppression, unless they didn't trade with the farm.

Otherwise, they could only choose to live under someone else's roof, just like the little dark ones.

As for not trading with the farm?

They couldn't possibly let go of this fat meat delivered to their mouths.

This led to them having no choice but to back down, facing the powerful Lin Tianwei, they could only back down.

After the assassination, no one dared to voice any opposition to the farm again.

Even if they had immense dissatisfaction, they could only bury it deep in their hearts.

On Lin Tianwei's territory, even a dragon must coil!

However, this matter not only failed to reassure Ouro but instead intensified his sense of inferiority.

He was still too useless, requiring Lin Tianwei to provide support.

If Lin Tianwei hadn't intervened this time, he would have died countless times already.

Thinking of this, he intensified his self-hypnosis.

Using the power of self-hypnosis, he began to transform his own mind.

Making himself stronger.

Becoming stronger in thought and consciousness... Gradually, everyone on the farm noticed Ouro had changed, gradually becoming a different person.

Although he still looked like the same person, his abilities had become even more powerful.

Even when faced with a surging farm population, Ouro was able to quickly digest them, transforming them into the farm's strength.

He arranged everything in an orderly manner.

Not only that, but everyone on the farm found an indescribable charm in Ouro's words and actions.

It made people want to believe.

To believe what Ouro said.

This was the result of Ouro continuously training his Mental Power and refining his own strength.

Under the combined effect of Mental Power and his language Talent, Ouro's every move possessed immense power.

It was an invisible power of seduction.

Every gesture, perhaps just a simple word, or a simple action, was full of suggestion.

It would make people with weaker Mental Power and willpower subconsciously believe his words.

And act according to his words.

Short-term contact was fine.

This influence would not be very great, only achieving a better-than-nothing effect.

But for those strangers who had long-term contact with Ouro.

This was definitely a fatal ability.

Ouro was like a poison that could Infection the mind, continuously Infecting those he came into contact with.

This Infection was subtle; not only the Infected person themselves, but even the Infected person's closest friends and family could not detect any abnormality.

They had long been unknowingly Infected by Ouro, becoming people who favored the farm.

Of course, it was just a simple favoring of the farm; they would unconsciously tip the scales of benefit towards the farm.

After all, America was not foolish and would closely monitor those who had contact with the farm.

Once an anomaly was discovered, they would immediately monitor and control the relevant personnel.

Among these Infected, Ouro would carefully screen and select some people who might be of great use to the farm for more contact.

Thanks to the farm's unique environment, there were many blind spots in the surveillance here.

After the Infection reached a certain degree, Ouro could use the pretext of trade negotiations to openly Infect them.

The black-clad woman, Rosa, in front of him was one of them.

She was actually the wife of a high-ranking official.

A very capable widow.

Ever since the official's passing, she had taken on the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the entire family.

She was a well-known strong woman.

Driven by curiosity, she came to the farm.

She came to this magical place.

With just one glance, she fell in love with this quiet and peaceful place, where countless roses bloomed.

However, she did not know that beneath the vibrant rose petals were countless bones.

It was precisely because the flesh and blood of these bones served as nutrients that these roses could grow so lushly.

Dew reflected on the crimson rose petals, like freshly fallen blood, exceptionally vivid.

Out of her love for beautiful things, Rosa couldn't help but extend her slender hand towards the delicate rose.

Because these roses were not simple roses, but an avatar of Thorn.

Therefore, these roses grew taller than ordinary roses.

Even though Rosa, as a novice, was tall, she couldn't pick them directly.

She still needed to stand on her tiptoes to barely reach the lowest rose.

Thinking of this, Rosa stood on her tiptoes and slowly extended her hand towards the lowest rose.

However, Rosa clearly overestimated her own abilities and underestimated the terror of the Thorn avatar.

Just as she reached the stem of that rose, hidden beneath the rose.

Sharp Thorns also pierced Rosa's skin.

Blood gushed out!

The Thorns of the Thorn avatar seemed to have some special substance that prevented the wound from healing.

Otherwise, with an Awakened's physique, such a small wound would heal in an instant.

The toxins hidden within caused a severe burning sensation in Rosa's wound.

It was as if a ball of flame was burning on her finger, about to consume her entirely.

The intense pain made Rosa lose her footing and stumble forward.

A trace of fear flashed in her eyes.

Just one Thorn was already so terrifying.

Falling into a rose bush full of Thorns, she estimated she would surely die.

However, at such a critical moment, Ouro appeared.

He was like the most elegant gentleman, gently supporting Rosa, who was about to fall, and said:

"Beautiful lady, please be careful."

Before Rosa could even react, Ouro had completely disappeared from her sight.

An unexpected encounter was the beginning of countless stories.

Perhaps the hero saving the beauty was a scene Rosa had always fantasized about.

Or perhaps it was Ouro's unique charm that attracted her.

In any case, Rosa was deeply attracted to Ouro.

Although Ouro was already a married man, Rosa didn't care.

Not to mention in this mutated new world, even before the world mutated, many strong individuals had more than one partner.

However, as a strong woman, she knew that to win Ouro, she had to demonstrate her value.

If she only offered herself without reservation, she would never catch the eye of Ouro, the butler of Tiger King Farm.

And Ouro just happened to need a spy who could infiltrate America.

The relationship gradually deepened as the two intentionally cultivated it.

Rosa completely transformed into the farm's hidden operative within America.

The others were also the same.

For love.

For friendship.

Or for some vague, grand ideal.

Even for freedom.

They all became Ouro's operatives, embedded within America.

Of course, America was no less formidable.

They continuously sent operatives into the farm, which was a Thorn in their side.

They infiltrated each other.

These operatives, who had been subdued by the farm, appeared no different from ordinary people on the surface.

In reality, they were a poisonous Thorn, frantically extracting intelligence from America.

Only at the most crucial moments, or when truly vital intelligence was at stake, would they choose to reveal themselves.

Bringing the intelligence to Tiger King Farm, before Ouro's eyes.

And a situation that could make an operative of Rosa's caliber voluntarily expose herself would be extremely terrifying.

Ouro's expression was somewhat anxious as he asked, "Rosa, what intelligence did you bring back?

"That would make you choose to expose yourself?"

Looking at the anxious Ouro, Rosa was not flustered at all, saying:

"If you ask me like this, I can't directly tell you the intelligence I obtained."

"You know better than I do what I want."

"What I gave up all my glory and wealth to come here for."

After speaking, Rosa smiled alluringly, captivating and enchanting.

However, this seemingly seductive scene made Ouro's scalp tingle.

He naturally knew why Rosa had come here, why she had abandoned her prominent status to come to the farm.

It's just that he had his own family.

He had family who loved him and whom he loved, and it was impossible for him to betray them for the sake of obtaining intelligence.

However, the intelligence that could make Rosa betray everything to come here was undoubtedly extremely important.

It might even concern the life and death of Lord Tiger King.

For a moment, Ouro fell into a serious dilemma.

He hesitated whether he should sacrifice himself for Lord Tiger King.

Even if his body was defiled, his soul was still pure.

After a moment of hesitation, Ouro tentatively asked, "Rosa, you know I am a married man."

"I can only appreciate your affection."

"As for the intelligence, tell me or don't."

Faced with Ouro's shamelessness, Rosa gritted her teeth in anger.

She had already voluntarily exposed herself, so naturally, she couldn't go back.

Moreover, she had no intention of going back.

Having finally seized the opportunity to cling to Ouro, she wouldn't give it up.

However, she also couldn't bear to make Ouro difficult, and finally could only let out a long sigh, saying:

"Forget it, I don't need to be too hasty."

"We still have a long time together."

"I don't believe my charm is inferior to Gerry's."

"The new world will inevitably have a new order; you don't actually need to put so much pressure on yourself."

"Believe me, Gerry would also be willing."

Before Ouro could speak again, Rosa had already put on a serious expression, staring directly into Ouro's eyes, and said:

"Ouro, have you heard of Plan M?"

Ouro was stunned immediately, saying, "Plan M? Or is it called the Mech Plan?"

"I have heard of this plan from countless people."

"It is said to be a plan to build powerful mechs to deal with various powerful Awakened Beasts."

"This is almost an open secret among all nations on Blue Star."

"Even through a large number of mechs over ten meters tall, Lionheart Plains has been cleared."

"Could this almost public plan still have some secrets?"

"It shouldn't be; even we are executing Plan M."

"If Plan M had anything strange about it, there's no way I wouldn't know."

"But of course, I can't disbelieve your words, Rosa."

At this point, Ouro's pupils suddenly dilated, and he said in disbelief, "Could it be that Plan M still has some hidden secrets?"

Rosa naturally couldn't be deceiving him.

Then the only explanation was that Plan M still had secrets.

Sure enough, Ouro saw Rosa's expression, which seemed to say, 'you're so ignorant,' and she slowly began to speak, saying:

"Do you think Plan M is that simple?"

"The more secretive things often hide in plain sight."

"After all, according to normal human thinking, no one would ever imagine that Plan M has hidden depths."

"What you see of Plan M now is just its superficial aspect; there's a very deep undercurrent hidden within."

Seeing Ouro's puzzled expression, Rosa smiled alluringly, saying:

"Ouro, have you heard of tianqing no.?"