Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

“One more punch, just one more.” Harvey pleaded as he followed the silver coin.

“No.” The silver coin firmly declined.

“Just one punch, I’ll use half my strength, or maybe thirty percent, or even ten percent.” Harvey was negotiating, haggling like a peddler.

“No. Even with ten percent of your strength minus seventy percent, it’s still enough to obliterate me. Lord Ange has already calculated just how weighty your punch is.” The silver coin refused.

“If you don’t agree, then let’s stop talking about the Resting Palace.” Harvey threatened.

Silver coin glanced at him: “Oh, if the project’s been cancelled, I’m off.”

With that, he made a gesture to leave.

The Great Sage swiftly waved his hand, and the air exploded, shaking Harvey to one side. Grinning, he said, “Just kidding, Harvey was just kidding. Let’s talk about the Resting Palace, how is it now?”

The silver coin displayed a triumphant expression. Right from when Lord Ange handed him this mission, he knew that the ‘advantage was his’. Harvey and the Great Sage have nothing to bargain with unless they don’t want to return to the Resting Palace.

The silver coin recounted some information about the Resting Palace: “Now, Lord Ange has inherited the Resting Palace and, at the same time, inherited the Undead Godhood. He has also received the recognition of the God of Knowledge, Lord Durken, and Lord Feiti.”

“What about His Majesty? Where did His Majesty go?” The Great Sage hastily asked.

The silver coin shook his head: “We don’t know either, we’re also looking for him. Besides His Majesty, the witch has also disappeared.”

The Great Sage gave him a meaningful glance: “You actually remember the witch? Did Lord Durken or Lord Feiti tell you?”

Huh? There’s something off about what he said. Negris couldn’t help but blurt out, “Hey, Great Sage, what do you mean by that? Can’t I remember it myself?”

“Oh, God of knowledge, hahaha, His Majesty personally wiped out your memory, you definitely do not have any memory about the witch.” The Great Sage laughed as he said this.

Clunk, there’s a secret?

Negris anxiously asks, “Why did His Majesty personally erase my memory?”

“For this question, I need to return to the Resting Palace and confirm certain matters before I can tell you.” The Great Sage answered.

“You swear?” Negris hurriedly asked.

The silver coin’s heart also skipped a beat, tough luck, the other party also had an ace up their sleeve. The worst part was that Negris was too eager, revealing the weight of this trump card, leave alone negotiating.

This dragon was not supposed to take part in negotiations, upon encountering a negotiation expert, he might be left without even his underwear.

But since Negris had already agreed, the silver coin couldn’t overturn it and had to end the negotiation painfully.

Both sides pledged a Soul Oath, and the silver coin and Harvey rode in the Great Sage’s Soul Car, as they quickly headed in the direction of the teleporter.

Arriving at the teleporter, they first teleported to the world transfer station. They discovered that it was on full alert.

Harvey’s gaze swept over everyone, ultimately landing on Feiti and Durken.

Harvey’s finger-bones glided over his ribcage, playing a ‘rustling’ sound as he greeted Feiti, “I have met Lord Feiti and Lord Durken.”

Only when they met the superior skeletons who were not under their command would they use this special form of greeting. Only skeletons could pluck their ribs like this.

It was only after Harvey arrived in the Land of Fallen he achieved the level of the Lord of Mourning. During the period of the Undead Empire, Locke and Feiti were ranked higher than him. At that time, Harvey was just a Golden Skeleton; fairly unremarkable among the many golden skeletons.

It took Feiti a moment to recall who Harvey was, “Now I remember, you are Lazy Harvey.”

It seems that Harvey’s laziness was well-known during the Undead Empire. While others were called Steadfast Locke, Flash Feiti, he ended up being called Lazy Harvey…

“No, no, no, Lord Feiti, I’m now called One-Punch Harvey. Silver coin, let me take a punch.” Harvey quickly changed the subject.

Durken walked over and lightly smacked the Great Sage’s forehead: “Long time no see, Sage.”

“Long time no see, King of Alchemy. I thought you had died.” The Sage laughed.

Durken chuckled awkwardly: “Well, I did die, but then Ange resurrected me.”

Durken detailed his experience.

The Great Sage was dumbfounded, is that even possible? A severely damaged Life Box could be repaired? This was extremely dangerous, as for a witch, a damaged Life Box signified complete death.

Everyone discussed what had occurred after they lost contact. Only Durken and Feiti could talk, as Ange and Negris had not established enough trust to believe everything they said.

Through Durken’s narration, the Great Sage finally understood why Ange was acknowledged by the Undead Godhood. It turned out that this farming skeleton had been maintaining the balance of the Resting Palace.

More than a thousand years. More than a thousand years. Neither he nor any other Undead creature could possibly do this. If Ange did not inherit it, who would?

The Great Sage bowed deeply, his gesture sincere: “Sage of the Undead Empire, I am honored to meet the Undead God.”

Both Negris, Durken, and Feiti all sighed in relief. The pose of the Great Sage suggested that he acknowledged Ange’s legitimate inheritance of the Undead Godhood, indicating a temporary ceasefire.

The world transfer station started moving again. This time, a membrane of light appeared between two stone pillars. Everyone went through it one by one, arriving at the Resting Palace.

There are two ways to enter the Resting Palace. One is through Ange’s Boundary-crossing Hand. This method consumes Soul Crystals. The other is through the world transfer station, using Demon Crystals to open the teleportation portal.

Using the world transfer station, mass matter can be transferred, reducing the consumption of Soul Crystals, and can be used by everyone.

However, only Ange can use the Boundary-crossing Hand method. With this method, Ange’s main body cannot enter the Resting Palace. Only his solitary hand and his manifestation of intent can get in.

Now, his main body followed everyone from the teleportation portal of the world transfer station into the Resting Palace. This was his first time returning after leaving the Resting Palace.

Everyone passed through smoothly, except Ange who felt restricted, as if he was covered by a membrane, just like when he initially left.

Ange used his strength to break through, boom! Outside the main hall of the Resting Palace, a certain barrier quietly disappeared.

Everyone didn’t notice the change. Only Ange shot a glance towards that direction.

“Really, we are back in the Resting Palace. Finally.” Inhaling the familiar scent of death and watching the familiar palace in the distance, The Great Sage heaved a melancholic sigh.

It wasn’t long before he roared in protest: “Who dug up my Everlasting Spring?!”

Bone Mountain is a sacred object to the skeletons and the Everlasting Spring Stone is sacred to the undead. Many newly born undeads, their souls unstable, need to be soaked in the Liquid of Breath of Death to stabilize.

Ange raises his hand.

Well, it was the new owner of the Resting Palace who dug it. What else could be done? Nevermind.

After the Great Sage had seen everything he wanted, he finally arrived at the entrance of the main hall. Looking at the empty space in front of the door, he turned and asked, “Did you see the statue in front of the door?”

“The Guardian God Emperor? No, we don’t know when it disappeared.” Negris commented.

The Great Sage sighed deeply. His whole figure slumped as though being burdened by a heavy blow. “Well, I have finished looking. Ask me any questions you want. Negris, do you want to know why His Majesty decided to erase your memories?”

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