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415. The Skeleton Farmer
[You have received Experience Points (XP) from Follower Soul Cantor - Aurest]
[You gain 1500 Experience Points]
[You gain 1300 Experience Points]
[You gain 1200 Experience Points]
Inside the Steel Dragon Wing Palace, Kai Xiusu sat upon his throne, gazing at the refreshed information on his Character Sheet, a satisfied nod gracing his lips.
Olivia, the Silver Dragon, had recently moved to Isdalia, the heart of the Empire of Ashen, fulfilling her duties as a parliamentarian. She vowed to make the empire fairer, more peaceful.
Meanwhile, Tinia, the White Dragon, had been dragged into intensive studies of history and politics—she wouldn’t be allowed to return until she completed her learning goals.
As for Christina, the Blue Dragon, she had gone quiet in recent days. After the Coronation Ceremony, the Farias Clan had adopted a complex stance toward the Empire of Ashen.
Now, with the Coronation Ceremony concluded, internal strife and external threats resolved, and the Unification of Anzeta Great Wasteland fully realized, Kai Xiusu, the self-proclaimed Emperor of the Ashen Flame, found his life unexpectedly dull.
Each day was the same: eat, sleep, study spells, then quietly watch as the Experience Points (XP) on his Character Sheet swelled like rising water, and the Treasure Vault filled with gold coins until they formed mountains.
Truly, it was a monotonous existence.
Kai Xiusu sighed inwardly.
“Players’ enthusiasm exceeds even my expectations. In just a few weeks, we’ve generated over fifty thousand Experience Points.”
“Hmph. Not a bad return for personally capturing that Lich, now is it?”
“Speaking of which, what about Matra? I wonder if they’ve made progress…”
He hadn’t finished speaking when a magical communication request appeared in the hall.
“Your Majesty! The experiment was a success! These Undead can now serve as farmers.”
The voice of Empire Agricultural Officer Aliufu Liewei, vibrating with excitement, echoed through the chamber.
Kai Xiusu turned toward a mirror embedded in the wall. The reflection showed a vast, endless plain—flat, boundless, its soil so rich it seemed to glisten like oil.
This was the Matra Great Plain, once buried under eternal ice, a desolate wasteland abandoned by the Northern Nobles. But after the Red Dragon’s Climate Transformation melted the snowpack, it had transformed overnight into the largest, most fertile farmland in all of Anzeta—the Matra Great Farmland.
With a cultivable area of forty-three million mu, perfectly flat terrain, and soil so fertile it practically oozed nutrients, the region, if properly developed, could feed the entire empire.
“Aaawwww…”
A low, rumbling growl echoed across the plain.
And there, stretching into the distance, were rows of pale, skeletal figures—Skeletons, stiff and motionless, marching in formation across the fields, swinging hoes with mechanical precision.
They were plowing.
Yes, they were farming.
These Skeletons possessed no consciousness, yet could be controlled to perform the most basic tasks. Further out, hundreds more marched under the guidance of an Agricultural Officer, sowing seeds into the earth.
Anzeta was a land of vast emptiness—less than ten million people scattered across nearly three million square kilometers. The empire wasn’t short on land. It was short on people.
Under Lanpu’s Plan, cities had been turning out factories, desperately recruiting laborers. But diverting precious human resources to agriculture seemed wasteful.
Yet industry required a large non-agricultural workforce, and ample grain was essential for endurance. Plus, the empire had yet to develop large-scale agricultural machinery.
So Lanpu proposed a new institution: the Department of Agriculture.
Most Agricultural Officers were Druids deeply versed in the Path of Nature, and nearly all were Players. Each officer led hundreds of cheap, expendable Skeletons, conducting massive, centralized farming operations under the cover of night.
By day, the Skeletons remained dormant—stored in coffins or mining deep underground.
Furthermore, the department collaborated with the Empire’s Science Division, where Geneticists from the Mechanical Divinity cultivated high-yield, resilient crop strains. Meanwhile, Druids used Druidic Spells—often twisting the natural order—to accelerate growth, defying the very principles they swore by.
One Player, nicknamed “I Don’t Eat Golden Kela”, had taken a different path. He began buying and stockpiling human waste from cities, then launched a private company: Golden Kela Organic Fertilizer Co.
Through collaboration with the Agricultural Department, he rose to become one of the richest Players in the community—within just weeks.
Perhaps it was a bloodline trait—some innate talent for farming. Players advanced in agriculture at an astonishing pace.
By the next harvest, Matra Great Farmland was expected to supply grain for the entire nation.
Once the Skeleton Agricultural System was fully established, the empire would be grain-secure for years to come.
Kai Xiusu stared at the endless fields, already envisioning golden waves of wheat swaying under the sun.
But his gaze drifted toward the distant cities—where people, drenched in sweat, toiled beneath the looming, monstrous forms of massive machinery, like mere parts grafted onto steel beasts.
“Hmph.”
“Maybe you should thank me, then. At least you’re fed, aren’t you?”
The Red Dragon yawned, a deep, weary stretch. He felt drowsy. Perhaps his next Sleep was drawing near.
Night fell. Stars shimmered above.
On the endless expanse of Matra Great Farmland, a Druid urged hundreds of Skeletons through the fields, laboring tirelessly.
Above his head, a glowing nickname shone: Ziyou no Yi—known to Players as “Holy Light Guy.”
Holy Light Guy wiped sweat from his brow. His body remained bare, powerful and muscular, the Holy Light from his spine casting a soft, radiant glow across the dark earth—like a star in the night.
He gazed into the distance, his face breaking into a rugged, simple smile.
“Ah…”
“What a beautiful Wilderness,” he sighed. “I can feel the breath of nature…”
“Only fools don’t understand the beauty of the Path of Nature,” he mused. “Why cover such perfect flesh with crude fabrics?”
He patted the nearest Skeleton.
“Now you are honest. Dead, yet unclothed. No pretense. Just truth.”
“Hail Freedom!”
With a sudden shift, Holy Light Guy dropped to all fours and transformed into a massive Brown Bear. His body pulsed with Glowing Green Natural Energy, infusing the seeds he had just planted with an extra surge of life force.
“Aaawwww…”
The Skeletons groaned in low, oppressive tones, yet continued swinging their hoes—unending, tireless.
In truth, Holy Light Guy was lying. Undead and Druids were natural opposites. True Druids, bound to the Path of Nature, loathed the unnatural existence of the dead. But Players didn’t care. This was merely a way for him to indulge his twisted fantasies.
(End of Chapter)
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