Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

The voice of the God of Life sounded, “I don’t know how you value your possessions, but these are items lost or presented to me by beings over the last tens of thousands of years. I don’t know which items are valuable. You can choose as you please, or even take them all. I don’t know if these items are sufficient to exchange for the medicine to cure my withered disease.”

Negris and Anthony were already dumbfounded, and tremblingly responded upon hearing these words, “Enough… enough, these items of yours…”

“The Angel’s Wand, the Pope’s Scepter, the Holy Spirit Badge, the Paladin Badge, the Holy Scripture…”

“The Flame Dragon Stone, the War God’s Hammer, the Steel Demon’s Heart…”

“Arcane Magician’s Manual, Truth Mage’s Manual, Swordsman’s Secrets… you have piles of them where others would only have a single copy…”

“Unbounded Crystals, the core of Space Artifacts, you have five bags of them. Star Realm Gems, Positioning Stones of the Void, you have a bag of them…”

“Fine Gold, Mithril, Magic Copper, Magic Crystals, Thunder Wood… every magic material I know of, you have them here…”

After inventorying the items around them, Negris and Anthony were so shocked they were unable to speak. They had to take a few deep breaths to calm themselves before lamenting, “These are all treasures, but why are so many of them broken! Many are broken!”

“Broken? It’s probably because they’ve been here too long. Some items, made of inferior materials, have turned to dust after tens of thousands of years.” The God of Life replied calmly.

“Damn it, tens of thousands of years… couldn’t you have created a constant boundary or sealed them up?” Negris was so heartbroken he could barely speak.

Whether it was the Pope’s Scepter or the Steel Demon’s Heart, all were genuine. From the emblem on the Pope’s Scepter, Anthony even recognized it as the one first used by the Pope, saturated with holy power and formidable in strength.

But right now, it was just like a piece of rotting wood, casually placed there, with no power resonating from it.

The Steel Demon’s Heart was the same, rusty all over, with the internal structures rusted into a lump, unable to be moved at all.

Items as extraordinary as these would not be so easily damaged even if left in the mud. Three to five hundred years wouldn’t be enough to corrode them.

The issue is, the Pope’s Scepter was lost four thousand years ago.

Those were still in better condition. Some items made from organic materials, like pearl necklaces, Dragon Teeth Bracelets, Dragon Scale Armor, have long since turned to dust under the erosion of time, leaving their original shapes unrecognizable, like the pile of ash in the corner.

“Oh, that’s ash. It’s the remains of an angel’s bone I picked up seventy thousand years ago. I didn’t expect it to have turned into ash.”

Seventy thousand years ago… so even holy relics would turn into ash. Given enough time, even divine weapons cannot withstand entropy.

All man-made objects were so damaged they no longer retained their shape. In response to Negris’ heartbroken question, the God of Life simply replied, “This is a part of nature, there’s no need to stop it, it’s not like they’re of any use to me anyway.”

“So, is there anything of value? Can they be exchanged for the medicine? If not, I can have the elves look for what you need.” The God of Life said languidly.

Negris glanced at Ange. Ange nodded and started to move the Insect Ash.

Negris hurriedly said, “Let’s leave the value of the items aside for now. Just cure yourself first, quickly. Don’t take your time. It would be trouble if your consciousness dissipates mid-sentence.”

“Alright…”

Ange transferred out more than ten tons of Insect Ash, causing the heartbroken Negris to cry out, “Is this enough? These things are already out of production. We should use as little as possible and only enough to cure you. Any more would be a waste.”

Ange moved his jaws as if wanting to say something but was interrupted by the voice of the God of Life, “Bring out a bit more. What you’ve brought out is not even enough to sprinkle around my feet.”

Having heard this, and recalling the size of the Tree of Life – the mere diameter of its trunk was measured in kilometers, he didn’t know if emptying Ange’s inventory would be enough to scatter around the tree’s foot.

“Then just sprinkle half of it.” Negris said painfully.

Ange, however, didn’t stop and continued to transfer until all the Insect Ash in his possession was exhausted. What he had left on hand were only some refined Insect Ash Liquid and Essence Bug Ash Liquid.

But he didn’t feel they would go extinct. He had already mastered the method of breeding the insects, and there were insect seeds in the pit of the Resting Camp. As long as there’s an appropriate place, he could breed more insects to burn for ash.

The Insect Ash was lifted by an invisible hand. Its storage bag ripped apart, and the Insect Ash inside formed into a stream and drifted away.

Having delivered the goods, Negris felt justified in selecting his reward. However, he felt that the combined value of all the items here did not quite match the value of the Insect Ash, because in his mind, the Insect Ash was already out of production.

Since Hermorthos was dead, there weren’t any more Insect Gods or bug hunters to kill. Who would have thought that Ange had made seeds out of the insects?

Man-made items couldn’t be preserved, but those items naturally formed, such as Fine Gold Mithril and Star Realm Gemstones, were still perfectly preserved. After all, they had existed since the day they were formed, which was a lot longer than just tens of thousands of years.