Tima the Creator God's Overlord Journey

There were religions, theocracies, and even religious conflicts. Aya pondered the situation.

"So the other villages won't take us in, and we can no longer sustain farming. The only place we can go is the city." A desolate expression appeared in the old woman's eyes.

No one wanted to leave their homeland. What was more, the city was no paradise. It had extravagant nobles and respectable workers, but also destitute beggars, slum dwellers, and prostitutes. There was no need to think about which kind these villagers would most likely become after entering the city.

Besides, since this was the borderlands, the city was probably quite far away.

Aya did not want them to leave. These villagers already knew about her, so if possible, she hoped to keep them under her control. Of course, she also had some other selfish motives.

A village at the edge of the forest could provide many conveniences for Aya, who currently lived in the woods. Flour and vegetables could be easily obtained through this route, which was truly convenient for Aya, who felt somewhat resistant to eating magically created food.

Aya naturally understood why the old woman was considering leaving. The massive loss of able-bodied workers was one reason, but the village's inability to guarantee their safety was another important factor.

If that was the case, Aya racked her brains for a solution.

A bold idea appeared in her mind.

"Money doesn't hold much appeal for me. As payment, give me this village's farmland." Inspiration flashed through her mind, and Aya smiled as she made her proposal.

"The farmland? Ah, if we leave the village, then those fields would naturally become ownerless..."

"If it becomes my land, I'll provide it with protection." Aya interrupted the old woman.

"Protection..." The two words left the old woman stunned.

"For me, protecting a place like this shouldn't be too difficult. Of course, I can also provide oxen for plowing—mm, they should count as oxen—and golems for guarding. There are also spells that can increase the land's fertility and yield," Aya said.

"If such land were now available for rent, and the rent was paid with a small portion of the harvest, would you be interested?" Before she knew it, Aya's eyes had filled with amusement.

So rather than becoming a "god," Mother wanted to become the ruler of this world's economy! Camellia, who had silently watched from the side, was swept up in excitement, praising, As expected of Mother, while Aya remained completely unaware of it.

Author's Note:

Bilibili acquired Overlord Season 3 for July. I'm so happy! (^ω^)

The Seed of Faith

"Thank you for your kind offer, Mage, but this is not something I can decide on my own. Please allow me to discuss it with the remaining villagers." The old woman spoke with a slightly apologetic tone.

To be honest, Aya's proposal greatly tempted her. She had come to Est Village long ago and could be said to have watched it develop step by step. If they truly had to leave the village, she would probably be the one most heartbroken by it.

"Of course." Aya felt no dissatisfaction with the request. She had now entered the mindset of a business negotiation.

In this kind of negotiation, showing magnanimity in order to gain the other party's goodwill was very useful.

"Um, Mage, if possible..." The old woman did not hurry away.

"What is it?"

"Although I know this is asking too much..." The old woman lowered her head.

"If possible, I hope you can treat the injured!"

"Treatment?" It was not that Aya could not do it—in fact, it was precisely what she was good at—but she did not want to reveal too much information about herself, so she hesitated.

"No, we would not dare trouble you over minor injuries. It is only those who are seriously wounded. I hope you can help preserve their lives." Without the slightest hesitation, the old woman knelt before Aya.