Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1112

Chapter 1112: Chapter 676 Asymmetric Park Scares People to Death Chapter 1112: Chapter 676 Asymmetric Park Scares People to Death Goddess of Starfire, Light of Creation, Purgatory Twins, Alba, and others were all Ancient God Hunters nurtured by Abyssal Big Mouth. Their primary mission was to hunt the Ancient Gods.

The Chaos Plane was a vast place, like the hideout where Drosa hid, continuously expansive. Even formidable existences such as the Void Will and the Undead Ruler couldn't completely eliminate creatures from these nooks and crannies.

The hideout didn't only harbor Ancient Gods; many parasitic species that relied on the Ancient Gods for survival also lived there, like the Goblins raised by Nightmare Saya or the fleas on the Serpent of Misfortune. Eradicating these species required Alba's Holy Spirit Army.

As for the Ancient Gods themselves, that was the task of Ancient God Hunters like the Goddess of Starfire.

The power of the Ancient Gods varied greatly–some were strong ancient species like the Dragon God, while others were of inferior quality like Drosa, distinguishable by titles such as “wanderer”, a clear sign of weakness.

There's no wrong name, only fitting titles. Only titles with “Lord”, “Ruler”, “Great” and similar conveyed a sense of prestige.

The main task for the Ancient God Hunters was to hunt down these inferior Ancient Gods and their vassals. The Goddess of Starfire, far stronger than the inferior Ancient Gods like Drosa, were initially unhappy to be summoned together, unable to foresee anything that warranted their joint effort.

She had hoped to use the opportunity to complain and have Lord Abyss replace Dark Wing to avoid his unqualified command, only to discover that Dark Wing was an incarnation of Lord Abyss himself.

It was like initially thinking a mediocre and underperforming junior manager was nepotism at work. Alas, that was troublesome, as it meant enduring his petty torments.

Dejectedly following behind Dark Wing, five Ancient God Hunters piloted their chariots deep into the Void.

Last time, Alba was transported directly to the edge of the Master Plane through the Hole Bug, but this time, Dark Wing dared not seek the Hole Bug. Not having completed the mission of the Void Will, seeking the Hole Bug would mean exposing his failure, wouldn't it?

Of course not. He needed to complete the mission perfectly before reporting back, then any mishaps along the way would seem like 'difficulties' and count as bonus points. Now that the failure was known to the adults, it was merely a mistake demonstrating his incompetence.

Of course, Abyssal Big Mouth was not likely to sum up all these 'theories'; he wasn't Anthony. But many things are common among intelligent beings.

Slowly flying over, another half a year had passed. It was a crucial half year. During this time, most of the forces from the two Planes under Ange's command had completed their evolution from the Plane to the Void.

Everyone who received the Void Holy Armor Eggs found it hard to believe: “Just this snot-like thing can enable me to survive and move in the Void? You must be joking?”

The Void was mysterious and dangerous. Aside from some Space Mages, ordinary people had no contact with the Void, hence someone asked, “I heard there's no air element there, and if you fall in, you can't even move and just slowly wait for death. Is that true?”

“It is true.” Jerika, who was assigned to explain the Holy Shell Egg's usage, said, “So you see, there are two tiny wings here on the back. Focus your attention on them and flap them, then you'll be able to move through the Void.”

“Pfft–such small wings? Are these supposed to protect the wings? Can they really move in the Void?” Someone flapped the two wing-like plates originally attached to the back and burst out laughing on the spot.

“Of course, they can,” Jerika explained, “the Void has no air, and these small wings are enough for you to move quickly without getting in the way.”

“Wait, isn't that Holy Armor on you as well? Why does it look different from ours? And why the big wings?” someone pointed at Jerika's back and asked.

Jerika spread her large wings and, striking a particularly cool pose, started flying, then explained with pretended 'anguish,' “We were just the first batch of test subjects. We discovered downsides; big wings aren't very useful in the Void. They offer little added maneuverability and speed but are particularly cumbersome.”

“We weren't born with wings, so these big ones are hard to control unless you're one of King Locke's Undead, who have flight control written into their souls. Otherwise, small wings are enough. We were test subjects, so we have these big wings, and it's really painful.” Jerika melodramatically 'complained.'
Everyone looked at her skeptically. Kvada, her tone didn't sound like complaining at all; more like she was bragging–everyone kinda wanted to smack her.

“What about that style? Why does yours look so cool, and ours so ugly? Also, why is your style different from that instructor over there? Do you have custom models? We want custom versions too,” someone spoke up.

Jerika's face turned red, though it was hard to tell with a Dark Elf's dark skin. She casually said, “At first, they were all custom models, but some people got too playful with their crazy ideas, so no more custom models, cancelled. This design is specifically ordained by Lord Ange. Hey, who said it was ugly–stand up, whoever mentioned it was ugly.”

“Nope, no one called it ugly, you heard wrong.”

“Exactly, exactly, who would say it's ugly? You must have misheard. This style is simple yet elegant, ancient yet trendy–it's truly a model of design.”

“Wow, what creative flattery! Repeat that; I'll write it down.”

Jerika shouted irritably, “Alright, alright, enough already. Next, I'll teach you how to cast spells in the Void. See that box at your waist…”

Teaching everyone to wear Holy Armor was truly fraught with incidents. However, as more people got comfortable using it, more people could teach others, and the efficiency began to increase exponentially in the end.

The cultivation of Holy Shell Eggs had become industrialized, complete with a set process of sowing, fertilizing, and harvesting. But this 'fertilizer' was somewhat special, collected specially by the illusionists from Thrilling Park, as the 'fertilizer' for Holy Shell Eggs is known as fear.

Now the chief illusionist in Thrilling Park, Nightmare Saya watched the boxes of Holy Shell Eggs imbued with Saya's lineage being delivered, sharing his 'food,' then took away box after box, feeling an indescribable sensation.

Finally, he decided fiercely, “I'm going to build ten more Thrilling Parks and scare all these humans to death!”

“I've discovered humans harbor long-lasting fears towards not only death and slaughter but also heights, cliffs, weightlessness, loads of homework, piles of noisy kids, midlife unemployment, elderly solitude, asymmetry, and more.”

“Turning around, I'll build an Asymmetric Park. Stuff a green tile among a row of symmetric red tiles, place a short pencil among a bunch of long ones, put a naked person among a group of clothed people, let them see but can't pick out–scare them to death.” Nightmare Saya muttered to himself.

PS: Ordered two wardrobes on October 30, finally received them on December 5. It took the master six whole hours to install them. Goodness, can the seller even make a profit?

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