Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1244

Chapter 1244: Chapter 807: Did You Cause This? Chapter 1244: Chapter 807: Did You Cause This? “Let Anthony take care of it” simply meant Ange would hands-off, play on his own, and then be told what to do once Anthony had made the arrangements, colloquially known as 'delegate and disappear.'
Quietly shrinking and shrinking, Ange “quietly” slipped away–of course, this 'quietly' is in quotes. While everyone saw him sneak off, they all knew his character and couldn't be bothered to stop him.

After slipping out, Ange decided to go a bit further and flew into the depths of the Chaos Mist for a few minutes before stopping.

During the flight, Ange gathered all the Chaos Mist along his travel route, storing it inside his Dimensional Space.

In fact, ever since he materialized the Chaos Mist into sand, stone, and mud, Ange knew this substance must be consciousness-related because it couldn't undergo Element Conversion.

If it were matter and energy, he could convert it into something else, but mental powers were unconvertible.

But this was even better–now he could endlessly transport it into his Dimensional Space, and once there, materialize it into soil and rocks, which was far more convenient than desperately carrying things inside.

Transferring things into the Dimensional Space required the use of Divine Power. Ange had abundant Divine Power and could transport hundreds to thousands of people or an Ancient God, but moving soil by millions of tons would be impossible.

Hence, there wasn't much cultivatable land within the Dimensional Space, only the earth manifested when he first established it, and the area expanded by the Farm Barrier.

The vast space squeezed out by the Hole Bugs didn't have any soil.

Though Ange could plant without soil, it required more resources and was costlier, for instance, Insect Ash Liquid required a large amount of organic matter to nourish insects, with too low a conversion rate, needing to be transferred in just the same.

It was better to directly transfer soil than to deal with soilless cultivation–easier and more self-sustaining.

However, moving things in and out required Divine Power, and given the massive quantity of soil, moving millions of tons at a time, no amount of Divine Power Ange used could cover the Dimensional Space.

Now, wonderfully, moving the Chaos Mist in didn't consume Divine Power, and once the mist was turned into soil, it could easily fill the new spaces.

So Ange began gathering the Chaos Mist, desperately stuffing it into the space.

But soon, Ange realized that this was too inefficient. Once the nearby mist was collected, he had to move to another spot and repeat the process–better to fly and gather at once.

After pausing and pondering a moment, Ange muttered, “Abyssal secret arts!”

It was as if a vast black curtain unfurled from his body, instantly devouring the mist around him.

When the Abyssal Big Mouth traded its secret arts for the Ancient Godlight, it certainly wouldn't have thought that Ange would learn to utilize the art so quickly.

The black curtain expanded to several hundred meters before stopping, the surrounding Chaos Mist continuously fed into it, quickly clearing a large area. As the range extended, the distant mist filled in and was rapidly devoured by the curtain, endlessly transported into Ange's Dimensional Space.

Simultaneously, Ange fully immersed himself in the Dimensional Space, happily tending to his own farm.

A lone skeletal hand moved through the empty space, numerous specks of sand and clumps of mud pouring out from it, slowly spreading out over the barren ground to form a level surface.

After spreading a layer of gravelly ground, Ange adjusted the setting and manifested a pile of water, which after moistening the gravel, quickly hardened together.

The skeletal hand paused in midair, then landed and grabbed a handful of soil.

How poor, almost like desertified soil, just slightly better than the sand in a desert.

Ange adjusted again, despite his efforts, the manifested soil remained poor in quality, lacking organic matter and easily hardening when watered.

Unable to manifest organic matter? Ange wondered, adjusting again and attempting to manifest a seed–the most familiar to him, Magic Rice.

The seed manifested, but alas, it was made of stone and even included an embryo, shell, and all other appropriate parts, a lifelike seed, yet made from stone.

Ange continued to try, able to manifest elements like wind, fire, lightning, and earth, but unable to manifest any organic matter. He could manifest stones and gravel but not grass ash, bird droppings, or seeds.

Previously, Ange had said that once he was familiar with the process, he could manifest other things, but it seems he was boasting. There appeared to be limitations to what Chaos Mist could materialize, as it couldn't produce any organic matter, no matter how accustomed to the process he got.

It didn't work, so be it; Ange wasn't discouraged, or rather, he didn't understand what discouragement was, and instead enthusiastically continued to spread sand. If he could plant things in the substance-less Void, then the presence of sand, which was a better condition, was certainly no obstacle.

He spread and spread and spread the sand, and indeed, the Chaos Mist was impressive. Gathering it into the Dimensional Space required no Divine Power, yet the material it manifested was tremendous, with an incredibly high conversion ratio.

Who knows how long it was, but Ange spread out a boundless desert.

The monotonous, endless desert prompted Ange to manifest a lake in the center, which contained water that was pure, devoid of a single speck of organic matter.

After some thought, Ange carried over a few large barrels full of Insect Ash Liquid, all of which he poured into the lake. With that, the water in the lake became fertile.

But a desert and lake water alone were still too monotonous, so Ange moved over a World Tree seedling, placing it by the lake's shore.

A World Tree alone could not grow; it needed other plants to provide it with Life Force. Thus, Ange molded the sand into clumps, each containing a seed, making simple planting spheres.

As long as the spheres were watered with lake water, the seeds inside would sprout.

After more thought, Ange brought over a Silver Skeleton.

Watching the bones of a hand flitting oddly through the air, the Silver Skeleton, Little Bone, looked somewhat perplexed and cocked its head to the side.

Ange scooped some lake water, watering the planting sphere, then buried it by the lake. With a point of his finger, the Instant Death Halo activated. Sand sprouted shoots and branches, quickly growing into a Little Tree.

Then, pointing at the Little Tree, Ange said to Little Bone, “Planting trees.”

“Ao!” Little Bone responded.

With a casual touch on Little Bone's forehead, Ange filled its soul with a wealth of knowledge about planting, just as the Lord had once done for him.

Little Bone stood still, seemingly digesting that planting knowledge.

Ange didn't pay it any mind and kept making planting spheres. The newly created desert lacked organic matter, so he'd plant it–once there was a forest, there would be an endless supply of organic matter.

In each planting sphere, Ange buried a tree seed, then added some bird droppings and potash to the sandy soil.

While these organics were not manifestable, he had plenty of them already. Although they wouldn't cover the entire desert, molding a few million planting spheres was no problem.

As he molded and molded, Little Bone seemed to have digested the knowledge, starting to move. It did not follow Ange's method of first watering the spheres with lake water, but instead buried the spheres directly in the soil. After burying a row, it brought out its broom.

The broom's bristles transformed into a long scoop, scooping lake water to water each planted sphere individually.

So clever, Ange nodded in satisfaction.

This Little Bone had always been smart: if it couldn't win a fight, it would run; if it couldn't escape, it would surrender. Now it was even capable of improving upon the planting process Schafer had taught it, not simply imitating.

So, happily molding planting spheres and watching Little Bone plant trees, improving the environment by the lakeside, Ange gradually lost track of time, completely unaware that chaos had erupted outside.

Who knows how much time passed, but a yellow, fluttering book flew over the expansive desert to the lakeside and, seeing Little Bone from afar, couldn't help roaring, “I knew you'd be here, you Dead Skull, you're obsessed with planting again, can't you hear us calling you?”

“That Abyss outside, did you create it? Did you? Everyone thought the Void Will had come to kill us, and we were about to flee!”

Chapter end

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