Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Ever since Ange pilfered the Soul Flame of faith, Negris knew this day would eventually come. Godhood, divine power itself, could not be far off once faith was present, unless prematurely discovered and struck down by a True God.

But the problem was, the King was missing.

As long as no one stood in Angel s way, with his current scale of followers, he should be able to ignite the Divine Fire and accomplish godhood in a few hundreds of years.

You may think it’s slow, but there was one slower: the God of Knowledge….

Negris himself had taken more than six thousand years to ignite the Divine Fire. It was fortunate that he, as a Bronze Dragon, led an exceedingly long life, or he would have long ago succumbed to old age.

Originally, he thought that igniting the Divine Fire would take several hundred years.

What else could he say? Aside from damn good luck, Negris could think of no other words to describe the situation.

Now, what he was most curious about was, which divine technique had Ange awakened?

“What do you mean by divine technique?” Ange tilted his head, asking in confusion.

“It’s like your Scythe of Death, a skill that doesn’t take much effort to unleash,” Negris explained.

A skill, in essence, is a combination of moves that fits a system of power and can be unleashed effortlessly.

For instance, the Golden Skeleton found it easy to summon corpses: a few stomps on the tomb and countless corpses would rise. Thus, the Royal Arrival was born.

The so-called awakening was simply an instantaneous understanding of simpler ways to summon corpses.

The skill must follow the power system. For example, a mage would never awake a skill related to fighting spirit.

However, ‘divine’ techniques were a bit more complex. Not only did they need to follow the power system, but they also had to adhere to belief systems. A Necromancer, a reaper who killed as if mowing grass, could not possibly awaken a healing Holy Light skill.

But to adhere to both the power system and the demands of the public’s faith often results in some baffling variations. For instance, the divine technique of the Harvest Goddess was Conceive with a Glance—under her gaze, fertilization rates were significantly enhanced.

So, many infertile couples would hang a statue of the Harvest Goddess in their bedroom and conduct marital acts under the watchful eyes of a kindly goddess holding ears of grain in her hands.

Sounds strange, right? Based on Negris’s research, the common folk likely linked harvest and conception in their minds. A good harvest symbolized prosperity and the ability to rear more children. It was a form of gain, and children were also a type of gain, weren’t they?

Ange tilted his head, asking, “Your divine technique?”

“Huh? Why do you ask? I wasn’t the one who ignited the Divine Fire,” Negris replied anxiously.

But of course, Ange didn’t understand, which was why he asked. He tilted his head to the other side, “Your divine technique?” For the first time in their exchanges, a note of puzzlement could be detected in his tone.

Negris hesitated for a moment before mumbling, “the Enlightenment Aura. ” His voice was so quiet it could’ve been easily missed.

“Enlightenment Aura, what does it do?” Ange asked further.

Since he had already revealed it, Negris figured he might as well go the whole nine yards. “It has a whirlwind-like effect. Those in my vicinity will find it easier to enlighten their wisdom, learn more knowledge, stimulate inspiration, and achieve higher academic accomplishments.”

Truth be told, this divine technique was rather lackluster as it could only enlighten others’ wisdom, not Negris’s own.

Thus, if he stayed with others, their wisdom increased while his remained unchanged. Wasn’t it just a Diminution Halo in disguise?

Moreover, the effect of the aura was gradual, not instant. In other words, only those who stayed around him for a long time could feel its effect.

Normally, a fluctuation of one or two points in wisdom meant nothing. Only when accumulated to a certain extent, when quantity caused a change in quality, could one obviously feel the effect.

Who would have the privilege of staying with a Bronze Dragon every day? It goes without saying how lackluster this divine technique was.

“Oh.” Ange nodded, indicating he understood. Then he shuffled the Armored Zombies into a circle with their heads to the inside and placed Negris’s Bronze Book in the center.

Ange nodded, “Is that okay?”

The intelligence of zombie skeletons was extremely low—they were in dire need of enlightenment. If they could be as clever as the little zombies and Angel skeletons, they would be much easier to command. He just wasn’t sure whether it could take effect on the zombie skeletons.

“Fine.” Negris gave his consent through gritted teeth. He, the lofty God of Knowledge, was to assist the zombie skeletons in enlightenment? Kvada: “I think you need enlightenment more.”

“Oh.” Ange replied briefly. A bony hand reached in, ready to haul Negris out. Clearly, Ange took Negris’s words to heart and decided to keep the Bronze Book close for his own enlightenment.

“Wait, wait! You’re clever enough already, you don’t need the Enlightenment Aura. Just let me stay here please. The zombies really need their intelligence boosted.” Negris quickly changed his tune.

If he were to go out, trapped in the Bronze Book without any self-protection, what would he do if someone stole him? Could any place be safer than the Resting Camp? Why would he let Ange take him out when his form would be more free and safer projected outside the book?