Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1370

Chapter 1370: Chapter 931 Can This Work? Chapter 1370: Chapter 931 Can This Work? Lise was awakened by the wailing of a baby, and it took her oxygen-deprived, groggy mind a good while to realize what the cries signified, before her entire body jolted alert, and she abruptly widened her eyes.

When she saw the soft silhouette of a tiny, tender baby within a nest of silk floss, tears instantly welled up in her eyes as she hurriedly threw herself forward, longing to embrace yet afraid to do so, utterly at a loss.

“Why is he crying? Is he in discomfort? Could he be cold? What if he has caught a chill? What should I do? What should I do?” The panic of a new mother was on full display.

The Monarch said, “His emotions are filled with hunger; he must be hungry.”

Lise immediately came to her senses, fumbling towards her own chest, only to grope around and realize she lacked that very thing.

She hadn't given birth normally; her pregnancy had been terminated two years ago, naturally not leaving her in a nursing state.

Subconsciously, her gaze turned again to the Monarch.

The Monarch was perplexed, “What are you looking at me for? Hurry up and find something for him to eat. The trade is complete now, and the tree in the grave chamber belongs to us.”

“Yes, yes, it's yours. I'll find him something to eat. Could you please watch him for me for a moment?” Lise wanted to hold the baby but didn't dare, resorting instead to pleadingly asking.

The Monarch was even more baffled, “Have you lost your wits? You have so many children under your care; call one over to help you.”

It was absurd, expecting the Undead King to help watch her child.

Lise was indeed out of sorts, too excited to think straight. Only with the Monarch's prompting did she finally react, shouting, “Stone! Hammer! Little Grass! Come and help!”

The orphans hesitated, dragging their feet until Lise called out a second time. They then ran over, shivering, and reached for Lise's belly first thing.

Lise swatted away their hands, irritably saying, “Stop touching randomly. Help me watch the child; I'm going to find something to eat. Make sure to take good care. This is my child.”

The one named Hammer turned to look at Ange and the Monarch, who were walking towards the grave chamber until they disappeared at the entrance, and then let out a sigh of relief, “Sister, are you really okay? Don't you remember what they did to you?”

“What did they do to me?” A shiver ran through Lise's heart, recalling Ange's words before she fell unconscious, and she subconsciously touched her belly.

Hammer gestured wildly, “They cut open your belly, took out the child, then held your stomach and shone a white light on it. Check now, is your belly cut open?”

Lise had already felt it; her belly was smooth and flat, with not even the previous pregnancy marks left, making her wonder if she had touched the wrong place.

Hearing Hammer's words, she simply lifted her clothing to reveal her stomach, since these were all hairless children, she didn't mind them looking.

“There's no cut, really no cut, and even those zebrlike stripes are gone!” Little Grass excitedly touched the belly, Stone and Hammer also wanted to feel, but their hands were swatted away.

Lise couldn't help but draw her fingers across her stomach, reveling in the smooth, flat texture. She truly realized that she had encountered two extraordinary beings.

Although the revival from a stone embryo was also magical, it was too fantastical, beyond her comprehension, and so the impact was not as intense as it was now.

If it hadn't been for the baby's continuous crying, Lise might have continued to touch for a while longer, as she had never felt her belly was this beautiful.

Upon descending to the grave chamber, Ange hurriedly began to work on the tree, cutting down one of them, taking down even the branches as thick as his fingers, cutting them at the points with buds, then treating them uniformly before setting them aside.

He then took out several branches from the Chaos Trees, trimmed them, and grafted them onto the stump of the fruit tree.

He picked off a few of the most plump fruits and took a breath; as expected, he could absorb a lot of the pure breath of death from them.

“Hey, give me one.” The Monarch couldn't resist his curiosity and reached out his hand; he had heard from Ange outside about fruits containing the breath of death, but seeing them now, they were even more fantastical than Ange had described.

After inspecting one for a short while, the Monarch's fingers made a motion, extracting a round bead of Liquid of Breath of Death from the fruit.

“A state between liquid and gas, such a magical state, someone mentioned last time, what's it called again?” the Monarch asked.

Ange replied, “Tyrone, Critical Body.”

“Right, right, right, the Critical Body, it's not a gas nor a liquid, it exists between the two and can maintain stability,” the Monarch said. “Such pure breath of death, no wonder she was able to enhance a soul to the level of the Soul Heart within two years.”

As the Monarch absorbed the drop of Liquid of Breath of Death and left the fruit, the breath of death could no longer maintain its critical state but took the shape of a droplet. If it were to leave the Monarch's control, however, it would evaporate away.

Ange gestured to the two-thirds of the trees in the tomb and said, “Monarch, eat.”

“For me? No need, you absorb it. Your soul is too weak. I just scavenged most of the breath of death from the graveyard and haven't digested it yet,” the Monarch said with a laugh as he refused.

Ange shook his head, struggling to say, “I have, World Tree, you eat, comparison, fruit fast, breath of death fast, expand planting.” By the end, Ange couldn't help but scratch his head.

With a mix of laughter and tears, the Monarch said, “I get tired just listening to you speak. Call Nage over quickly. You mean to test whether the fruit enhances the soul faster or the breath of death does, right?”

Ange nodded.

“Fine.” The Monarch reached out with a sweeping gesture, absorbing all the breath of death from the two-thirds of the trees.

After absorbing it, the Monarch felt it for a moment and said, “Indeed very pure, it can merge into the soul without the need for digestion.”

The breath of death in the graveyard wasn't so pure. When the Monarch had returned earlier, his body was shrouded in black energy, which was due to the presence of too many foul qualities that were hard to digest.

Ange nodded. This was one of the reasons he was interested in these kinds of trees. He had been planting things for many years and had played with countless plants; few were able to pique his interest.

But in less than three months since he had arrived in this world, he had encountered two magical types of plants. Not to mention the Chaos Tree, a plant that bears Chaos Stones and has already exceeded the category of regular plants.

However, this Tree of the Dead was equally magical in two ways: first, the fact that it doesn't need light, it can grow even in dark environments like this tomb.

This is completely different from the concept of plants that need light from Luminous Moss to grow. It is the first plant Ange has seen that can grow completely detached from light exposure.

He wondered whether grafting other plants onto it could confer the ability to grow without light.

The second point of fascination was its absorption of the breath of death, which was extremely pure, almost not requiring refinement for absorption. For the growth of the Undead, that was quite a tonic.

A newly born soul was able to grow to the strength of a Soul Heart within two years, which is simply miraculous.

Having finished the task, what followed was a slow comparison, but before that, Ange had one more important matter to attend to.

He pulled the Monarch to a more open area in the center of the Chaotic Burial Mound, plucked off one of his finger joints, and buried it in the ground. Within seconds, a sprout emerged.

In front of the sprout, he piled up some mud and shaped it into the form of a book.

“A book?” the Monarch asked in surprise.

Ange nodded, “Bronze Book.”

The Monarch burst into laughter, “Pfft… Nage? Mud Nage?”

But Ange nodded seriously, “Negris.”

“Negris?” The Monarch, seeing Ange's seriousness, turned serious as well.

“Negris,” Ange repeated earnestly.

The Monarch hissed, “I see what you are trying to do. But can it really work?”

Chapter end

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