Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1307

Chapter 1307: Chapter 870: The Farm Barrier Light Disappeared Chapter 1307: Chapter 870: The Farm Barrier Light Disappeared Adams's experience was quite literally the template of a Chosen One from a Knight novel; he was originally just a genius Spirit Magician on the Master Plane.

In that ancient primitive era, the Magic System was not very mature, lacking the detailed levels and professional classification of today, with no such thing as the Magician's Guild or Magician's Principalities.

Back then, there were only the Undead Empire and the Giant Dragon Clan, even the Elf Clan had not appeared yet, so Adams didn't know his own level; anyway, he could already manifest another self with Spirit Magic, one that was flesh and blood, with thoughts and soul. He named this magic Real Illusion.

Then he picked up a black stone block the size of a human head, coal-black in color.

“Pfft, it's this that you found?” Negris gestured for Ange to bring out an Ancient Black Stone.

“Yes, it turns out you sealed it away.” Adams suddenly realized as he looked at the gum on the Ancient Black Stone.

Then everyone knew how a Spirit Magician from one Plane could be connected to the Void Will of the distant Chaos Plane–it's all because of the Ancient Black Stone.

“From that time on, I felt the black stone constantly influencing me. Originally, I wouldn't have noticed, but I had a Real Illusion, and from its perspective, my changes were very clear,” Adams explained.

“Hold on.” Anthony raised his hand to interrupt, “You mean to say you replicated yourself with a Real Illusion, and you stayed together?”

“Yeah, while I meditated, he practiced magic; it was as though I had double the time,” Adams said.

“It works like that? Then why don't you create several more illusions to earn money for you? Wouldn't that mean you could make money lying down?” Anthony asked in amazement.

Adams was somewhat speechless: “Such a powerful thing as multiple illusions, and all you think about is using them to work and earn money?”

“What else should you use them for?” Anthony asked, puzzled.

“Of course, for learning! I wish I could replicate seven or eight, each one studying different Magic, so I could become an all-rounded Mage. Unfortunately, it's not possible; I have always been unable to grasp the key to multiple illusions,” Adams said.

“You really love studying. What happened later?” Anthony asked.

Having a Real Illusion by his side made Adams very aware of his own changes. After much study, he realized that a powerful consciousness was invading his body.

Adams himself was a Spirit Magician, most skilled in psychic control. Therefore, he decided to turn the tables, using the Real Illusion as a consciousness Life Box. Before the other entity could take him over, he undertook memory restoration and also attempted reverse spiritual mapping.

It was an extraordinarily perilous 'battle.' Adams's consciousness dissipated seven times, but with the Real Illusion as a consciousness Life Box, each time his consciousness dissipated, he could restore it and sum up his experiences, making continual progress.

During this process, he often felt the confusion of the enemy: How is it that I still can't control him?

“Hold on.” Anthony interrupted again, “You felt the enemy's confusion? Wasn't it the Void Will that was invading you?”

Adams nodded: “I know what you want to ask, but the Void Will at that time was indeed quite naive–yes, naive. It possessed incredibly powerful force but seemed not to understand how to use it on a spiritual level. So, in the end, I seized the opportunity and infiltrated its weakness, imprinting a Thought Restriction Ring onto its consciousness.”

“Because of the Thought Restriction Ring, it couldn't expel me from its consciousness, but it could erase my consciousness. However, with the Real Illusion as a backup, my consciousness could be restored time and again. After summarizing the experiences over and over, I finally consolidated my personality before the Real Illusion died of old age.”

“Old and dead? Your 'Real Illusion' can get old and die?” Negris couldn't help but want to ridicule.

“Of course, the Real Illusion truly replicated everything about me, including my memories, soul, body, so it naturally ages and dies. On the contrary, I, having solidified an independent personality within the consciousness of the Void Will, have become a part of it from that moment on. It can no longer erase me; I've attained immortality,” Adams said with a sigh.

That does make sense when you think about it. If it couldn't age, how could it be called a 'Real' Illusion?

“After thousands of years of struggle, I finally gained control over the Void Will, completed the personality swap, and fully mastered all its power,” Adams stated.

Anthony couldn't help but clap his hands, “Absolutely brilliant, to encroach upon one of the sources of the Void with human power, unbelievably incredible.”

“Pretty impressive, isn't it? Unbelievable, right? Could I get some reaction, please?” Adams looked around.

Ange was reaching into the Dimensional Space to do some gardening, the Monarch was looking up at the sky, lost in thought, the Abyssal Big Mouth and Dark Origin were whispering to each other, Negris was deep in contemplation, and only Anthony provided an enthusiastic response–not much face given to him.

“Oh wow, absolutely unimaginable.” Everyone quickly clapped, Ange too lazy to pull his hand out, patted his own head.

After the applause, the Monarch said, “However, I don't believe it.”

Negris paused for a moment, surprised, “Old Immortal, you don't believe it? Are there any doubts? I think what he said makes perfect sense.”

“Heh, I'm also an expert in playing with souls. How far can spiritual power go without my knowing? He's just a human; does he think he can leave an Imprint within the consciousness of the Void Origin? If I gave you a piece of iron, could you lick a pattern onto it?” the Monarch asked.

“Of course, my tongue is barbed,” Negris retorted with hands on his hips.

“Uh, I forgot you're a dragon. Anyway, it's like you licking a pattern onto an iron plate, as hard as licking out the blueprints of the Resting Camp on it,” the Monarch stated.

“So, he fabricated it? It's well put together, no holes. Why would he concoct such a story for no reason?” Negris asked, puzzled.

“To stall for time, what else.” At this point, the Monarch looked meaningfully towards the Void Will.

“Why would he need to invent such a story about Adams, and to such detail, to stall time? It doesn't seem like something made up on the spot,” Negris said, still confused.

“It's very likely that Adams really did something like that back then, but was killed by it, and it plundered the memories. Piero got you to threaten it, so it simply went along with your story,” the Monarch analyzed.

Is that so? Everyone turned to look at the Void Will.

The Void Will neither confirmed nor denied but instead counter-asked, “Since you think I'm stalling for time, why don't you stop me?”

“I'm not looking to chop you down; I'm after all of you. If you can summon all those elusive folks over here, you'd save me the trouble of looking for them one by one,” the Monarch said with a smile.

The Void Will looked deeply at the Monarch, its entire body leaning forward, as if pulling something. Suddenly, behind it, a whirl of light and shadow flickered; an eye-blinding beam of light pierced through the Void, shining in as if something bright was squeezing through the Void, pulled over by the Void Will.

At the same moment, Ange tilted his head, his mind reaching into the Dimensional Space, because he noticed that the light within the Farm Barrier had disappeared.

Chapter end

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