Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Negris knew that the bag wasn’t filled with coins. The bag was a small pouch made from Holy Light Silk Cloth, primarily used for carrying Elf Beans, but…

“I thought you said there were no more Elf Beans? How is it that there’s suddenly so much!” Negris gasped, clearly remembering Ange stating earlier that there were no more Elf Beans. When did this skeleton start lying?

Ange tilted his head: “Not Elf Beans.”

“Not Elf Beans? Could it be… you threw everything?” Negris’ heart skipped a beat, he muttered under his breath: “Spendthrift!”

Ange nodded.

The massive furball swiftly extended a paw and pinned the bag down, its eyes narrowed into a thin line. It lifted one small paw, curiously poking at the bag, sensing that its contents were different from Elf Beans.

The bag’s opening tore apart, revealing the pieces of Divine Spirit inside.

The Giant Furball’s eyes widened in shock; it turned its disbelieving gaze towards Ange, the eyes conveying a mix of astonishment and incredulity.

Ange pointed at Julian: “Kill him.”

“Hahaha.” Julian burst into laughter: “What’s this piece of trash? Glass shards? The Dimension Beast would like this? Is it as dumb as a Giant Dragon? Dimension Beast, once you’ve had your Elf Beans, eradicate these people!”

Julian yelled out loud. His previous elegance and courtesy were nowhere to be seen. Then again, he didn’t really have the luxury for decorum when he was stark naked — his Life Box could resurrect him but it couldn’t retrieve his clothes and armor.

But as he was shouting and turning around, he saw something that unnerved him. The Dimension Beast seemed to ignore him, its attention exclusively on the bag Ange had thrown over. It puffed up its chubby cheeks, appearing rather vexed.

The Holy Light Silk Cloth had blocked the aura of the Divine Spirit shards, otherwise Julian wouldn’t have mistaken them for mere glass shards.

“Hey! Dimension Beast? What are you doing? Finish the opponent! You’ve already taken the Elf Beans.” Julian had a bad feeling about this, and couldn’t help but start to panic.

A large paw emerged from the long fur, flicked, and a bag was hurled out landing at Julian’s feet.

Julian was completely flustered. Usually, the Dimension Beast was fair and just in its dealings — a bean given for a task done, with no bias or deceit. But now, what was happening? Was it refunding the beans? Did the enemy offer more?

The Dimension Beast’s claw pointed again at the bag Ange had thrown over, and four pieces of Divine Spirit shards floated up and vanished into its fur.

The Dimension Beast glanced reluctantly at the bag, four beans floated out and into Ange’s bag.

After seeing those beans, Negris could finally confirm one thing. This Dimension Beast was indeed that Evil God, as these beans were the new ones it had given.

Even now, Negris didn’t know what those new beans were good for, as they couldn’t find anyone to test them on. The Upgrade Beans were discovered accidentally by Luther. Fortunately, they weren’t harmful.

At the same time, Negris voiced his confusion: “What does this mean? It only took four Divine Spirit shards and returned the rest? Does it mean that killing this Shadow Knight only requires four shards?”

Negris had guessed right. After making the transactions, the Dimension Beast smacked Julian with its enormous paw, the man-sized limb squashing and vanishing Julian instantly.

“Sss, that’s ruthless, how come there’s no blood?” Luther drew in a sharp breath, then stood on his toes to get a better view.

The Dimension Beast lifted its paw, but there was no blood or flesh underneath, Julian had vanished as if he was never there.

Negris suddenly realized: “He wasn’t really squashed, he was banished. This Shadow Knight was smacked into a dimensional rift. That’s worse than dying. If he died, his Life Box could revive him, but banishment via a dimensional rift, there’s no coming back.”

Luther remarked, “So the Dimension Beast is really strong?”

“Not necessarily. This is its innate ability. When it comes to actual combat strength, I’d say it’s probably similar to me at my peak,” Negris said, after comparing carefully.

Luther glanced sideways at him, comparing itself to the God of Knowledge at his prime, and calling it ‘not so strong’? Wasn’t Negris somewhat misconstrued about his own abilities?

Having his own palace in the Resting Camp, being the second dragon in the history of the Dragon Clan to kindle the Divine Fire, and he thought he was not very strong?

Probably the shock he received from Locke and Ange was too great.

As Negris and Luther were speaking softly, Ange and the Dimension Beast were staring at each other, curiosity shining in their eyes.

The Dimension Beast wondered how it managed to bump into the very person its paw randomly plucked from the crowd.

Ange was curious as to how the small paw of the statue god had become so massive that it was capable of simply smacking a person into oblivion.

After a long gaze, the Dimension Beast opened its mouth and called out: “Awooo!”

Ange shook severely and responded: “Aw!”

The Little Angel and Little Zombie also became spirited and started to ‘aw aw aw’ in chorus.

Luther looked shocked: “The Dimension Beast knows Aoao language?”

Negris smiled wryly: “That’s not Aoao language, it’s its natural call.”

Flying to Ange’s side, Negris shouted at the Dimension Beast: “Hello, can you speak human language?”