Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

The reincarnation altar was high above the ground. The Little Zombie, the Angel Skeleton, and Negris were squatting on the edge, looking down on Ange’s operation.

Anthony thought for a while, then went over and squatted down as well. He didn’t want to stand out too much but couldn’t help but gasp and shout once Ange began his operation.

“Why can the skeleton use Holy Light?”

“Why can a piece of broken flesh grow in the water?”

“It’s not water? It’s Holy Essence Liquid? Kvada, a whole basin full of Holy Essence? That would cost two or three hundred thousand demon crystals, wouldn’t it?”

“Oh, the cost is so high? You emptied my little treasury earlier, so you have to chalk this up as a cost of the ritual.”

“Is this Purification? Why is the single-target Purification so strong!?”

“Why is the casting frequency so high? Is his magic power very high? Arcane Magician? Kvada, even an Arcane Magician doesn’t have this casting frequency. Isn’t he tired?”

“It’s not Purification? It’s the Face Purification Technique? What the hell? He can define Sacred Light?”

“It’s not him defining it? It’s Lisa? Who is Lisa? The former Light Saintess? She defined Sacred Light because she believed in him? Don’t tell me he has a divine status.’

“He really does? Undead Godhood? Oh, my God, did he inherit His Majesty’s Undead Godhood? Is he the lover of the goddess of fortune?”

“He’s not done yet? Ten hours already, is he really that durable? Won’t his magic power be exhausted?”

“Look, look, it’s taking shape, it’s really taking shape. The basin is too small, it’s about to overflow, quick, change to a bigger basin.”

“What? The Essence needs to be increased fivefold? Forget it, forget it, it’s not reimbursable.”

In the midst of Anthony’s shouting, a human child one meter tall gradually took shape in the basin, curled up with his knees in his arms. His features were identical to Anthony’s; no one would doubt that he was his child.

Ange stopped.

“Is it finished?” Anthony asked immediately.

Truthfully, Angel s magic hadn’t stopped for a moment. At first, Anthony hoped Ange would finish quicker. However, after over ten hours, Anthony’s feelings were mixed. He wanted him to stop, but also wanted to see Angel s limits. His own time was limited, and he needed to reincarnate. Therefore, he hoped his body would be restored quickly.

Could it be that Ange really could continue indefinitely due to his extraordinary spiritual power?

Ange nodded, signifying it was done. The Essence consumed this time was similar to the amount used during the Bronze Dragon instance, but the growth ?speed was three times faster. Aside from him getting more proficient, the most important factor was likely the Little Sapling overhead.

Even though Ange had stopped, the Little Sapling continued enthusiastically sending information: Grow strong—Grow—With power—.

Very useful. Ange silently marked a check for the Little Sapling.

Now that they had a body, Anthony looked at the human child’s body in the basin and hesitated, “It’s too small. If I reincarnate into it, I won’t become Anthony. Can’t it grow bigger?”

The body was three or four years old in height. Anthony couldn’t return to the Curia as an Archbishop with a three- or four-year-old body, could he?

Rather than that, he might as well get an adult body and start from the bottom again. He had done this many times over the past thousand years and was quite familiar with the process.

“Without consciousness, growing bigger, it would starve,” Ange said.

“So you want me to reincarnate first, then let it grow quickly. Is that what you mean?” Anthony asked.

Ange nodded.

Now that there was a suitable body and Life Essence…

“There’s no need for the Life Essence. The body you’ve created is still alive, but lacks consciousness and soul. It’s simply the perfect vessel for consciousness. It doesn’t need Life Essence. Life Essence is mainly used to fill the body with vitality when my consciousness is implanted, allowing it to accommodate my consciousness and then resurrect.”

Anthony couldn’t help but marvel. Ange had created a body most apt for the implantation of consciousness, transforming a soul into a living human.

Everything was ready. Even the resurrection altar was readily available. It only needed a slight adjustment in its operation. Anthony was adept at this, for he was its inventor.

After some adjustments, he moved the body onto the altar and began to teach Ange how to operate it.

“First you do this and that, then follow with this and that. Have you understood all this?”

Ange nodded.

Anthony hesitated, asking: “Did you really understand? We don’t have a chance for practice. You have to succeed on your first attempt, or it’ll be troublesome for me. Are you sure you understood?”

Ange nodded again.

“Why do I feel uneasy? You agreed too quickly, and I don’t feel confident. How about the God of Knowledge, Can you operate the altar instead?” Angel s quick agreement made Anthony feel uneasy.

“You do know how to pick. This body of mine is merely a tough-skinned

Bronze Corpse Dragon. How am I to handle it?” Negris shrugs his shoulders.

“But are you really capable, Lord Ange? Can you assure me? You only have one try…” Anthony was still uncertain.

Human nature is such. If the other party reluctantly agrees after showing bouts of worry, seriousness, consideration and multiple hesitations, they appear more reliable. But agreeing immediately after instructions seems dubious.

But isn’t it that, without lying, a quick nod reflects quick mastering due to strong abilities? Perhaps the reluctant one truly lacks ability.

Ange found Anthony annoyingly verbose. He grabbed for Anthony’s throat.

The Holy Substitute glowed briefly, naturally repelling Angel s hand.

But Angel s hand also trembled, the Holy Substitute shattered, a cluster of soul was held in Angel s hand, and thrown onto the altar.

The Resurrection Altar hummed and began to operate.

About ten minutes later, the human child at the center of the altar abruptly sat up and yelled in a sharp, childish voice, “Kvada, you…”

His voice abruptly stopped midway, the human child incredulously pinched his throat, touched his own cheek, and said in disbelief, “That’s it? That was quick.”

This reincarnation process was smooth like never before. Anthony only felt his soul being pulled out and then everything went dark. He hallucinated shouting “Kvada”, and all of a sudden…

“You broke my Holy Substitute? How did you do that?” Anthony was shocked.

Ange demonstrated the Boundary-crossing Hand to him.

Anthony ruffled his hair in frustration, deciding not to think about it anymore. There were too many unorthodox things about Ange.

Exacerbating the abnormal, Ange transferred a heap of beetroot and grains before him, then stomped his foot before him.

AS hunger washed over him, Anthony began stuffing food into his mouth. In the meantime, Ange handed him two bottles of Holy Essence Liquid.

Visibly, Anthony’s body rapidly began to grow. Ten, twenty, thirty, forty years old…

In just five days, Anthony consumed hundreds of kilograms of beetroot and grain, drank five bottles of Holy Essence Liquid, and four pots of Tree of Life shoots cooked with eggs. His body swiftly matured from the initially five-year-old child, into a man around forty years old.

Anthony was fifty-six years old when he was ambushed. He just needed to age another ten years. However, when he aged to forty, he stopped, and hesitantly asked Negris:

“If, I said if, I were to return to the curia in this younger version of myself, and claim that the Lord performed a miracle to resurrect me, that I’m the Favored One of the God, do you think they will believe me?”