Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1116

Chapter 1116: Chapter 680: What Have You Done Again? Chapter 1116: Chapter 680: What Have You Done Again? “Lightning? It's definitely that smug Lightning, trying to scare me? You know how dangerous that is! When I get back, I'll have Purple Corpse Sister tie you to the doorpost and use your horn as a coat hook!!!” Hiludi's face contorted with rage.

Negris was taken aback by the scolding, and it took a moment before he said, “Although I too would love to see Lightning turned into a coat hook, you guessed wrong.”

“It's not Lightning? Then who are you? Show yourself, or I'm gonna flatten you.” Hiludi slapped her chest, and a transparent gel-like substance began to extend, forming the Chaos Sacred Armor around her body while she readied a Dimensional Sickle in her hand.

But no matter how much she looked around, she couldn't find the source of the voice.

Negris said, “If you dare strike me, I'll cancel your membership card.”

“What? No, I know who you are now, Lord Nage!” Hiludi jolted, quickly dissipating both the Dimensional Sickle and the Sacred Armor.

No, not the membership card. She had been saving it for so long. It was the highest level, good for a fifty percent discount.

The only ones who could cancel her card and be so smug about it were that Little Fatty Dragon. The Little Fatty Dragon wasn't afraid, it couldn't be beaten in its own form, but it represented Lord Ange. Could it be that Lord Ange had come too?

That must be it. Who else could twist my Space Gate? Only Lord Ange had that ability. Thank goodness, Hiludi breathed a sigh of relief.

Realizing it was Ange who had jammed her Space Gate, she became less panicked. It was like suddenly discovering:
“What? No one in the world is getting paid anymore?”

“No, it's just that my boss hasn't paid me.”

One meant a fundamental change to the world, while the other was simply something the boss might actually do–completely different in nature.

Negris also lost his taste for mischief, realizing that in everyone's mind, he wasn't as well-known as that foul-mouthed horse, not even ranking first in being smug.

“Alright, what are you guys doing? How did you end up with Jelis? And Jelis, what brought you to this remote part of the Void?” Negris asked.

He was asking here, but Ange couldn't hold back anymore. The World Tree in the center of the farm grew rapidly, twisting into a Tree Herder, pulling its roots out of the soil and twisting as it dashed off into the distance. Wherever it passed, the ground automatically turned over to form neat furrows.

“Lord, here's what happened…” Hiludi and Jelis exchanged glances, watching the Tree Herder run off into the distance, and they had no choice but to start running after it. Jelis even shouted, “Lord, this is dry land!”

The ground immediately stopped being furrowed and was simply tilled over.

The two girls, holding up their skirts, ran along and explained, “Here's the situation, Lord. We found that there are many shattered Abysses in the Void, of great value, and they contain precious materials. For example, this Platinum Demon Gold that sells for ten Demon Crystals a gram on our plane–some Shattered Planes are littered with it. Just picking up a piece would make one richer than Misha.”

“Misha? Sounds familiar, that little rich girl with more scrolls than followers? Her father is the president of the Magic Guild, richer than her? Kvada, how big of a piece would that have to be?” Negris listened with a pang of envy.

“Phew, right, right, it's the rarity that counts. If I crafted a complete set of jewelry out of Platinum Demon Gold, those enemies would be kneeling and calling me a Magic Turret,” Hiludi fantasized beautifully.

“…And then? What does that have to do with you guys being here?” Negris inquired.

“Hehe, we're too close to the Plane, and there are too many adventurers. The endless Void is the wilderness of wealth, waiting for us to develop it. We simply thought of using Hiludi's Spatial Magic to set up a transfer station at intervals, advancing into the depths of the Void,” Jelis explained.

“That sounds lovely, but how did this Farm Barrier come about? What about the Airship? How were you able to plant the Farm Boundary Monument inside the cabin?” Negris asked.

“Phew… phew, you didn't know? We bought it from Lord Silver Coin. Oh yes, the non-bald beauties of Goddess of Beauty City raised the funds and bought it from Lord Silver Coin. The Airship is also custom-made, crafted by the Sorcerer Alliance and assembled by Lord Durken, using the Multi-Space Stacking Method to expand the cabin space to set up the Farm Barrier,” Hiludi shared.

Negris chuckled awkwardly; he knew why he was unaware–it must have been stuck with Ange again. Silver Coin surely reported it, but it was ignored: “Oh, now I remember, too many things to keep track of. But, your Commerce Guild has a really awful name, Non Bald Beauty? A Bald Beauty is the true beauty!”

“Eh? Where is everyone?” After speaking, he realized no one was responding. Turning around, he saw the two who had been trailing behind with their skirts lifted had already collapsed from exhaustion.

Ange, controlling the Tree Herder without even out of breath, had finished preparing the farm's ground. Unfortunately, he couldn't plant anything since he was projecting onto the Tree Herder and hadn't brought any seeds over.

It was a regrettable but satisfactory effort. Once Negris and Hiludi had finished their discussion, he retreated back to his own body.

Back home, upon sharing the story, Anthony couldn't help but exclaim, “What an ingenious concept, using an Airship to support a farm, achieving a long-term outpost and transfer station at minimal cost. Not only can it sustain itself, feeding a certain number of regular inhabitants, but it also produces breathable air. That's amazing.”

“As long as we provide a platform and the technology, humans can come up with all sorts of wonderful ideas. There's no need for us to worry.”

Negris wasn't pleased: “Why do you only mention humans? Are you speciesist? Don't Dragons possess creativity? Don't the Undead have creativity?”

Anthony rolled his eyes and complained, “Do you really not know whether Dragons have creativity? There aren't many intelligent Undead, so what could they create? Elves have been spoiled by the God of Life; aside from making already existing things like weapons, armor, and clothing more exquisite, what else can they create?”

In this regard, Anthony had the most authority to speak. During his years as Pope, areas with a human majority in his diocese were vibrant with development. In contrast, any place with an increase in other species slowed down in progress, especially the longer-lived species.

Especially the small town on the Edge of the Elf Forest hadn't developed at all in hundreds of years, other than becoming greener.

And Dragons were even worse–just one big family, with no real creation at all.

Whether it's the Master Plane or the Star Burst Plane, nearly everything new was created by humans and Goblins, with Dwarves accounting for a small portion.

Negris wanted to argue, but after racking his brains for a while, he couldn't think of anything. Previously, he could have said that Dragons created Dragon Language Magic, but now he knew even that wasn't created by Dragons, but by the Dragon God.

However, he comforted himself with the thought that he wasn't a Dragon anymore, so why should the creativity of the Dragon Clan matter to him?

Casting a glance at Ange, he slapped his waist and said, “You dare say the creativity of us Undead isn't strong? Look, isn't there a new trick? Ange, what have you been up to?”

Chapter end

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