Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Negris was at a loss for words, interplanar projection, and moreover, projection towards the Prime Material Plane. Such an impressive feat could only be achieved by a deity.

Power that penetrates through the barriers of planes would weaken by dozens of times. A force strong enough to beat a buffalo to death, when transmitted to the Prime Material Plane, might only be enough to strangle a rabbit, leaving one feeling desolate.

Negris never projected his power, being the God of Knowledge, all he needed to do was to speak a few words. All he did was project his thoughts to have conversations, answer doubts, though quite annoyingly, he was often summoned for answers during tests.

Ange had just attained godhood, and he has already mastered the ability to project across planes so quickly. Couldn’t he slow down a bit? Was this skeleton really stupid, or just pretending to be? Negris was infuriated.

Being lost in his anger, Negris left Ange to his own devices. They didn’t know Silver Coin well, naturally, they aren’t aware of the tricks he and Lisa Anna had been discussing.

As dawn broke the next day, Ange spread a thin layer of Breathing Soil on the large pit and covered it. Then he repeated yesterday’s course of actions on new land, sowed seeds beside the planting area yesterday, hoping to prevent the soil from losing its fertility.

Even if only planted once, the boundless wilderness in front of him should be enough to last for hundreds of years.

Ange set off on a journey of planting, and to the underground city, he was basically missing.

Feilin, with a worried look on his face, returned to the City Lord’s Mansion.

Aisike, Goblin Klegg, and Succubus Rina couldn’t wait to surround him: “City

Lord, have you found Lord Ange? What about the food?”

Feilin shook his head: “Lord Ange still hasn’t returned, and the Minotaur doesn’t know where he went either. Here is a bag of beets, take it and share, it should help to tide over for some time.”

“Beets!” Aisike’s eyes started flashing with excitement. They were almost out of food, unable to afford anything else. Their mouths have lost their taste, and the corners of their mouths are drying up showing signs of blistering. In the past, eating some lichens would be enough, but now there are no lichens left, even the bark on the walls was peeled off and consumed.

Though Rina and Klegg were not as excited as Aisike, they were still very happy. They swiftly divided the beets among themselves. Rina even complained, “Thank you, my lord. I have consumed all the jump-rabbits at

home and will probably run out of food tomorrow or the day after.”

“My house is already out of food, these beets might just be my last supper, my lord. If there are any slots to reincarnate as a witch, could you reserve one for me?” Klegg asked. He packed the beets promptly, looking as if he was planning to take them home.

Rina, surprised, asked, “Reincarnate as a witch? Why don’t you suggest expulsion of the low-ranking populace?”

Klegg shook his head, “It’s too late. To prevent what the city lord mentioned from happening, I’ll take these beets home, let my family have a good meal. After that, I’ll send them off to the afterlife, so they won’t end up being skewered and roasted.”

Feilin quickly assured him, “That won’t happen. I won’t let something like that occur. However, it’s probably a good idea to send them off sooner, dying of starvation is not a pretty sight. Regarding reincarnation… I can at most provide you with a Soul Fire, whether you can reincarnate successfully, retain memory, we can only pray to Lord Ange. However, with Lisa here, your appearance won’t change for the worse.”

Klegg laughed it off, “I don’t care about my appearance. I’m not like those charmers who need to rely on their looks. However, your grace, you smell a bit off. Did something happen?”

Upon closer inspection, Feilin indeed exhibited signs of having cleaned himself with magic. But without water, a subtle scent was beginning to seep out.

Feilin laughed awkwardly, “Erm, I was… gathering beets earlier and was swatted by the Minotaur with a broom.”

Everyone paled and subtly distanced themselves. They remembered the power of the Minotaur matron’s broom that Luther had once stressed about. That was a weapon that even the Sword Saint would flee from.

With light and crisp footsteps, Lisa, shrouded in a dust cloak, walked in. Her face was veiled but once the hood was lifted, her silky hair fell, obscuring her white neck and collarbone.

Rina pursed her lips, turned her head, and muttered under her breath, “Old witch.”

Lisa’s keen gaze caught Rina’s disgusted look, snorted disdainfully in her heart, “Flirtatious mare.”

The pronunciation of Lisa and Rina’s names in the common human language was very similar. If they were in the same place, and the name of one was casually called, the other would also have to confirm if they were being called, so they tried not to appear in the same place and had no fondness for each other.

After removing her cloak, Lisa’s hands radiated a holy glow as she smoothed it over her hair and clothes. All the dust and grime from traveling was swept away instantly, it seemed as if she had just taken a bath, giving off a sweet aroma. The sight of it made Klegg blush and quickly avert his gaze.

Rina, on the other hand, was seething with envy. If she could master this Divine Art, it would be wonderful. She could maintain her perfect condition at all times without worrying about greasy hair.

Lord Ange, please grant me strength! Rina silently prayed in her heart, oblivious to the fact that her faith had turned into a Soul Flame, pouring into the ‘old witch’ in front of her.

Lisa was Angel s Mystical Warrior, like Oke, she was responsible for collecting the faith of the followers.

Feilin eagerly asked, “Lisa, what’s the situation in Ice City? Is there any food?”

Lisa shook her head, “No, we can’t get in touch with Silver Coin, so we can’t buy grains from the human world.”

Klegg slapped the table, “I knew the goblins couldn’t be trusted.” He realized he was also a goblin after speaking and quickly added, “Goblin merchants can’t be trusted, only Goblin Engineers are reliable.”

“This is a problem.” Feilin sighed, “If we still can’t find Lord Ange, people will starve to death soon.”

“What about Lord Ange?” Lisa has been in Ice City lately, so she’s doesn’t know Ange’s current situation.

While speaking, she brought forth Holy Light, naturally patting on Feilin and purifying the areas that weren’t clean.

“Lord Ange has disappeared, don’t know if he has left, ” Feilin raised both hands and said obediently.

Only Lisa could understand what Feilin meant by ‘left’. When an observer ‘leaves’, it certainly doesn’t mean leaving Witch City or Ice City, but leaving this plane.

“No, Lord Ange hasn’t left, I can sense his presence, wait a moment.” As soon as Lisa finished speaking, she knelt on the ground, put her hands together, devoutly started praying, and a faint holy light sprang up from her body. Not too long after, Lisa stood up and said, “Come with me.” and then flew ahead to lead the way.

After flying up from the Sky Pit Planting Area and reaching the surface, everyone soon discovered faint and occasional traces on the ground. In some places, the soil formed a crust that immediately crumbled under their feet, leaving a footprint.

This was very abnormal. The surface soil, which had been long swept by the Resting Wind, was loose and soft and would not leave footprints. Moreover, the phenomenon of soil crusting indicated that a lot of water was poured on it recently.

Lena flew up, flapping her wings, examined the surroundings for a while, and pointed in a certain direction, “Look, the traces on the ground lead to that side.”

Following the trail on the ground, they quickly saw a vast basin at the end of the earth. The trail on the ground extended all the way into the basin.

Ange was getting into his favourite rhythm, not caring about anything, just sowing, watering, harvesting, sleeping…well, not sleeping. For over a thousand years, he had spent his life just like this, only now he no longer needed to sleep.

Hibernation is one of only two methods for undead creatures to strengthen their souls. The other is plundering. The Soul Flame must have surpassed the third method for the undead.

With the continuous supply of Soul Fire, Ange no longer needed to sleep. When the Resting Wind blew, everyone would hide in the pit, and Ange would heal Lightning’s horn.

Both Lightning and Negris had highly underestimated the difficulty of restoring the unicorn’s horn. This horn was the source of the unicorn Lightning’s power, so inherently, it was a magical artifact capable of enduring vast amounts of lightning power, and it was very strong.

At the beginning, Negris made a covering cup to put on Lightning’s head, filling it with the essence liquid and soaking the broken spot. However, this method didn’t work, and the broken horn didn’t grow.

After several attempts, they realised the best method was to apply the essence liquid on the broken spot, then perform the face purification technique, apply the essence liquid again, perform face purification, and repeat this ten plus times. Then the horn would grow about 2 millimeters. Any further attempts didn’t have any effect until the next day.

However, this was already a good result. It gave Lightning hope. On the spot, it hugged Angel s thigh bone, “Lightning will be your most loyal companion.”

Ange, feeling disgust, kicked it off. Lightning’s body was too big. Any bit of movement from it almost broke Ange’s leg bone.

Just like this, farming during the day and treating Lightning at night, they extended the farming area in some random direction. As they were planting, Ange realised that they had arrived at a familiar place.

Ahead was a large basin collapsed in the wilderness. Aisike had initially brought him and the little zombie up from here, all the way to Witch City. They had arrived at the location of the world transfer station.

Immediately, Ange stopped planting and walked towards the center of the basin, till he spotted the two stone pillars poking out of the ground.

Upon seeing the stone pillars, Ange was able to ascertain their location. He looked around, determined the location, and began digging. Very soon, he dug out bag after bag of grain.

When he had first arrived through the transfer gate, he had been pushing a trolley full of grain. The precursor of Little Zombie couldn’t eat it, so he buried it in the ground.

“Why do you keep burying grain everywhere?” Negris couldn’t help but complain. Now, Ange was doing the same, burying all the grain harvested from their road planting back into the ground.

After inspecting the grain, it was still in good condition, thus keeping its vitality. So, he decided to use them as seeds.

Back at the edge of the basin, Ange decided to start planting from here, covering the entire basin first.

Because of its concave shape, the strength of the Resting Wind was much weakened when blowing into the basin and therefore, it carried a lot of deposits that made the soil more fertile than the outside ground. One plot of land here should be able to be cultivated twice.

He sowed the seeds, then kept watering them. Suddenly, he noticed a subsidence in the ground.

“Eh? Why has it sunk? Is there a void underneath?” Negris was surprised: “Keep watering to erode the soil and see what exactly is going on.”

The more water they poured, the more severe the subsidence became, and it grew wider until it turned into a large pit with a diameter of twenty meters. The top of a building appeared at the bottom of the pit..