Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 986

Chapter 986: Chapter 556: Going to Get Rich? Chapter 986: Chapter 556: Going to Get Rich? Goddesses and witches are actually the same thing, a profession that communicates between gods and humans.

In the age of primitive worship, intelligent beings would take phenomena that could not be explained by the knowledge of the time and worship them as gods, such as fire, lightning, and giant beasts.

During this period, intelligent beings gave birth to a series of bizarre totems and worships, such as the 'divine fur' worshiped by the cavemen outside the Life Deep Pool.

However, worship alone could not satisfy the growing spiritual needs of the intelligent beings, they needed gods to respond and to entrust some unsolvable matters to them.

Thus, the profession that could 'communicate' between gods and humans–witches–slowly emerged.

As the knowledge system and productivity developed, people gradually discovered fire could be created, lightning could be harnessed, and giant beasts could be overcome. At this time, intelligent beings began to diverge.

Some intelligent beings summarized various principles and created magic, manipulating lightning and flames at will.

Others entrusted their spirits to more illusory yet stronger laws, such as equality, justice, kindness, redemption, darkness, and light, thereby creating divine spirits.

And so, the meanings of goddesses and witches took on new significances at this stage.

Goddesses, with their faith, communicated between gods and humans, becoming another state between gods and humans–demigods.

The definition of witches became somewhat muddled, but looking at the situation of the witches, they seem to be individuals who, through their own beliefs, endowed themselves with the power of gods–false gods.

“Me? A goddess? But… but I haven't communicated with the divine spirit,” Gonia said hesitantly.

“Are you blind, uh, you actually are blind. The God of Balance is right in front of you, having saved you for so long, and you just ignore him?” Negris said irritably.

Gonia's knees went weak, and she stammered anxiously, “No no no, I didn't, I… I…”

Seeing her struggling to speak, Anthony quickly reassured her, “My Lord Libra is broad-minded and will not blame you, don't worry unnecessarily.”

Negris smirked, accustomed to Ange's informal manner and completely unaware that 'ignoring the Master God' is a serious accusation in the hearts of believers. Normally, it could drive any devout believer to despair.

“Ah, just kidding. But we really do need to treat your eyes. Let the God of Balance show you a miracle,” Negris said.

Ange stepped forward for a checkup. It wasn't congenital blindness but neurological damage, similar to Aestolia, though Ange could heal both, they were not on the same level of difficulty.

If it were a congenital defect, then the Goddess of Beauty Fist would be needed. Though Ange could now transform into the Dragon God, he still couldn't use the Goddess of Beauty Fist.

Two drops of Insect Ash Liquid, a few Purify spells, and Gonia's frost-like pupils slowly turned blue.

Her once scattered vision gradually focused, and Gonia's expression grew more and more excited. She instinctively reached out to touch the figure in front of her.

Having never used her eyes to see before, she had no intuitive understanding of what she saw. She needed to touch it first to integrate the visual and tactile senses, and then she would realize, “Oh, so that's what a human face looks like.”

But as soon as she reached out, she remembered that it was the God of Balance who was healing her. Was this the God of Balance in front of her?!

She hurriedly withdrew her hand and bowed her head in panic. But quickly, she lifted her head to steal another glance at Ange.

Gonia, who had never seen anything in her life, couldn't decipher the expression on Ange's face, so she looked hurriedly to the side, her gaze landing on Negris and Anthony.

“Are you the God of Knowledge?” Gonia asked.

“Yes yes, your eyes are blue, like a great cat's,” Negris said.

“Great cat?” Gonia said in confusion, but she quickly put it aside and turned to ask, “God of Knowledge, may I touch you?”

“Ah? Touch? That's not good, I… hey, hey, don't touch randomly, don't touch randomly.” Negris hadn't finished speaking when Gonia pounced on him, touching him all over.

He was the God of Knowledge, not part of the Gods of Light's lineage, so Gonia clearly felt no reverence toward him.

After a while of exploring, Gonia matched her visual and tactile senses, “These are scales, these are whiskers, this is skin, these are claws; so this is what they look like. They come in so many colors, so they're not all the same?”

“Have you been blind since you were little? That's so sad. Touch, let you touch to your heart's content… Not there, great cat, come here.” Negris felt pity for her.

This poor child, who had never seen what a scale was like, had no concept of color, shape, or light and dark from birth. To them, scales were just rough, hard, and sharp.

The great cat ran over in a daze, and Negris pounced on it, catching it and delivering it into Gonia's arms.

“Fur? Fur! This is fur, so this is what fur feels like?” Gonia exclaimed excitedly, hugging the great cat and petting it.

“Did you use to have a cat before?” Negris asked.

“Cat, is this a cat? Yes, I had one, this tall, all covered in fur, I called it Fur. It had two large ears and thick paws; I loved to pet it the most,” Gonia said excitedly.

“Er, this tall, you were raising a bear, weren't you? Bear, Silba, transform into a bear's head and let her see if it's that kind,” Negris said.

For such a noble person, everyone tended to be quite tolerant. Normally, Silba wouldn't care for such unreasonable requests but now quickly transformed into a bear, wobbling over.

Gonia felt the bear's paw and large ears and realized, “It really is this kind; is this animal called a bear? Was Fur actually a bear?”

“Yes, I'll find a Simulated Magic Formation later to teach you about those things you've never seen,” Negris said.

“Thank you, thank you so much, you are a good person,” Gonia said gratefully. “If I can return safely, I'll ask you, the God of Knowledge, to teach me about the things I've never seen.”

“Uh, you're still going? The Void is vast, and you could easily become lost inside, and then no one could save you,” Negris said.

He had thought curing her eyes might distract her from going on a suicidal mission, but it was completely ineffective.

Gonia smiled and shook her head: “No, they trusted me so much at the start; I cannot abandon them–I'm going.”

After speaking, she turned around and pushed off forcefully, trying to jump away, but she immediately felt a tightness at the back of her neck.

Turning her head, she saw Ange had already caught the back of her collar and pointed in a different direction, “I feel it's this way.”

After saying that, he threw her hard, and the tremendous force sent Gonia flying like an arrow into the distance: “Ah- Ah- Ah-”
Whether it was Ange's precise throw or Gonia's luck, after half a day, Ange received Gonia's prayer: “My Lord Libra, I've found the others; they're with the Temple of Redemption.”

“Temple of Redemption? We're rich! Quick, quick, quick, everyone push hard, change direction.”

Chapter end

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