Ewan was a soul that had existed for tens of thousands of years. He had experienced the full breadth of human culture, witnessing eras of peaceful prosperity and endless opulence, as well as scenes of shattered homes and the profound sorrow of the mortal world.

He continued to exist in that state until one day, Ewan was summoned by some brat from who-knows-where using a secret arcane art. The kid sacrificed his own life and physical body, all in the hopes that Ewan would help him - specifically, to take revenge on his trashy family.

Hey, wait a minute! Did you even ask for my opinion? Did I ever agree to this?!

Unfortunately, Ewan could not refuse. And so, he was tossed into some strange, alien world, landing on a planet so poor it was practically destitute.

Wasn't the Interstellar Federation supposed to be a setting of advanced technology and cutting-edge science? Where were the space shuttles? Where were the mechs? Why on earth - or rather, why in this hellhole - was there not even white rice to eat?

Is this honestly the Interstellar Federation?

To sustain his new body and achieve the goal of revenge that he was forced to accept, Ewan had to teach the inhabitants of this planet - who were as backward as people from ancient times - how to grow wet rice, cultivate cotton and raise crabs, slowly fostering development.

Oh, so having the talent to summon Slimes is considered even worse than being a total waste?

Ignore them. I am summoning Slimes to plow fields and build houses for me, so what? Are you just jealous because you can't do it? Heh heh heh!

And what the hell are Omegas and Alphas supposed to be?

To ensure his own safety as an Omega living on a planet where pheromone suppressants were less effective than mosquito repellent, Ewan begrudgingly accepted the guy who had once saved his life. Yeah, he was handsome enough, looked decent. Reluctantly accepted, rated 4.5 stars.

After much struggle, he finally managed to climb his way off that planet and reach a different one. Upon connecting to the Federation Network, he discovered that the new planet, aside from having Wi-Fi, was no different from the old one - equally poor and full of unexplored regions.

Ah, there was one difference. One fine day, the Slimes hugged a pile of vegetables and brought them back to stir-fry. They stir-fried them until the kitchen exploded, blasting out a round, glowing pill.

Why does it look more and more like those Spirit Pills from cultivation novels?

Damn it, what kind of chaotic, hodgepodge setting is this world? Why is there a bit of everything?

Just blow up this world already! I don't need to be a human anymore, boo-hoo!

At the mention of counting money, Simon's eyes lit up. But he was still quite worried for his friend, his gaze full of concern as he looked at Ewan. Ewan chuckled and told Simon, "I am really fine."


He then picked up the small chest containing the credits and opened the lid.


The credit coins of various denominations poured out, clashing against each other to create the most melodious sound in the world, forming a sparkling little mountain on the table. The four of them gathered around and began to sort and count.


"We sold eighty original-flavored cakes... that is one hundred and sixty credits."


"One hundred and twenty cakes with shiitake mushroom chili oil... three hundred and sixty credits."


"Thirty ounces of raw fern starch... two hundred and ten credits."


Chapter 145 - Chapter 145: The First Pot of Gold and the Slime Syndicate