Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

In a gutter of the City of Light, a despairing woman sat listlessly, a vacant look in her eyes, a frail body rested upon her legs.

The head of a small girl, about seven or eight years old, drooped exhaustedly, her mouth and nose caked with blood, as she hovered on the brink of death.

Her chest was caved in, as though something had stepped on it. With such serious injuries, unless a Light Bishop appeared before her, it would be difficult to save her.

But who are the Bishops? They are high-ranking individuals, too lazy to even glance at the poor under normal circumstances, so how could they possibly heal them?

Without several hundred gold coins, they couldn’t even enter the church.

The city had descended into a state of chaos and disorder. The people were acting as if driven to insanity, either beating each other senselessly or crying out in hysteria, like lost flies, mindlessly buzzing about. The young girl was trampled in the chaos, leading to her current plight.

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Left with no choice but to wait for death, the woman felt at a loss for what to do next. Should she pray?

This was the City of Light, the place closest to the gods. Still, her prayers received no response. As the girl’s breath grew fainter, all the woman could do was look on with despair. Was there anything else she could do?

“Mum… mum… It hurts….” Suddenly, the small girl seemed to regain her strength and managed to utter a sentence.

Tears streamed down the woman’s face as she hung her head in guilt and kissed the girl’s cheek, “It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t. Just bear with it, once we reach Heaven, there will be no more pain.”

In the final moment, the woman placed her hope in the Holy Kingdom described by the church, a place flowing with honey and sugar, where hunger and pain did not exist.

“Heav… en…. don’t want to…. leave…. mum….” The girl’s breaths came even more weakly, the words struggled out between faint gasps for air.

The woman’s heart felt as though it were being torn apart.

In the end, the little girl’s hand feebly fell limp.

“Hic… Hic…” The woman sobbed, her heart filled with desperation, pain, confusion, and a trace of numbness.

This seemed like a familiar sight. Every family in the neighborhood, every brother’s family, and every relative’s family had lost a child or two prematurely. Perhaps this was the fate of the poor.

Just then, the small girl’s limp hand suddenly rose, startling the woman. For a brief moment, a divine light shone from the girl’s body. Her collapsed chest, seemingly in time with her breaths, gradually inflated back.

Yes, she was breathing. The small girl on the brink of death had miraculously restored her normal breathing.

Was this… a miracle?

Having previously descended into utter despair, the woman now saw a glimmer of hope. Holding her hands together in prayer, she mumbled, “May the Light bless us, may the Light bless us. Please make my child get better, let her get better, I am willing to give everything I have.”

Indeed, it was a miracle. Confusedly, the young girl opened her eyes. After an initial sense of disorientation, she became aware, spoke in disbelief, “Mum, I saw the Goddess of Redemption, she hit me with a hammer.”

The woman burst into laughter, hugging the girl tightly and saying, “Thank the Goddess of Redemption, hurry up and thank the Goddess of Redemption. She was saving you, she is saving you.”

No words could describe the woman’s shock and elation at this moment. If this wasn’t a miracle, then what was?

Such miracles were taking place throughout the City of Light.

Several sturdy men were tearing at each other. Some were raggedly dressed, clearly destitute. Some had bald temples, yet fat cheeks, and buck teeth in squinting eyes, so ugly it was unimaginable. ℟ÃℕỐ₿Èʂ

But right now, there was no distinction between rich or poor, handsome or ugly. They were fervently locked in combat. I’m pulling his hair. He’s biting your temple. You’re tugging his clothes. It’s hard to tell who’s who.

Fear was evident on everyone’s faces. Either weeping pitifully, or hysterically furious. Everyone seemed to wish for the death of the opposing party.

Just as it was difficult to tell them apart, a divine glow shone from them. Those who were locked in a rage suddenly came to their senses.

They stopped and looked at each other in confusion, releasing each other, lost and bewildered.

Why? Why were they fighting each other? Why were they so afraid? Why did they wish to bring death upon each other?

Some things were driven away by the sacred light, and once they calmed down, they immediately realized something was wrong.

The wounds on their faces and bodies were slowly healing. The man with a shiny forehead suddenly felt a tickle in his scalp. When he touched it, he felt some short stubble.

Unbelieving, he touched it two more times. Once he confirmed that he had stubble, he excitedly revealed his shinny forehead to the others around him, still reeling from the brawl, and asked, “Did I grow hair? Did I grow hair?”

The tattered pauper he had beaten was stunned for a moment before he responded, “Give me a copper coin, and I’ll explain it to you.

The man with the shinny forehead without hesitation gave the pauper a gold coin.

Taking the gold coin, the pauper said incredulously, “This is a miracle, this is a miracle! A voice in my head told me how to earn money, lo and behold, I earned a gold coin. This is a miracle, it’s the gods responding to us. Did you wish to have hair?”

The man with the shinny…but hairy forehead nodded eagerly: “Yes, yes, my wish was to grow hair. I heard Goddess of Beauty City has a divine technique to grow hair, I was nearly tempted, but I am a disciple of light and didn’t want to bow to a heretical god, so I didn’t go.”

The pauper saw right through the rich man’s hypocrisy and sneered, “You’re just broke. I’ve heard that the hair-growth treatment at Goddess of Beauty City is quite expensive.”

The rich man’s face turned red.

Another ugly man started crying, “Why did the gods respond to you and not me? Nothing changed with me. Even the teeth I lost haven’t been restored, but your wounds have healed. I’m also a devout disciple of light.”

The rich man and the pauper looked at each other and said, “The gods did answer you. After you lost your teeth, you’ve become much more handsome.”

The ugly man hesitantly walked over to a dirty ditch and took a look at himself. Huh, did he really become more handsome?

“Quick, quick, pray, it’s a miracle! It’s a miracle! The gods are showing a miracle. This is divine grace, quick, quick, quick.”

Faced with such inexplicable miracles, which were occurring on a large scale, everyone knelt down without thought, prayed with an earnestness they hadn’t had since birth, and dedicated themselves with true faith.

The skinny and starving people who were regretting why no miracle was happening to them suddenly felt something extra in their palm.

It was a bean, an aromatic bean that made people want to eat it instantly. Indeed, many couldn’t resist and ate it. Instantly, they felt warmth and strength spreading throughout their bodies, and hunger vanished.

Some knowledgeable people recognized it. Wasn’t this an Elf Bean? Moreover, its effect was even stronger than that of an Elf Bean. At least, the feeling of ‘being filled with strength’ was not something an Elf Bean could provide.

Even the starving people became devout. The whole City of Light became a sea of believers, a scene of prayer, with ones being sent up to heaven, heard for miles around, even outside the city.

The surging Faith Elemental Force spread to the end of the faith network.

Inside Consciousness Space, the God of Arbitration roared in despair, “Impossible! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!”

With his roar, the whole orb lit up, sacred silhouettes of light steadily emerging from the surface of the orb, representing the faith of numerous believers.

The God of Arbitration was exhilarated: “Ha, ha, ha, a faith surge, a faith surge. See, you heretical gods, this is the faith surge of billions of believers! Come, come to me, Light of Annihilation!”

Infinite light was released from the giant figures of light, filling the entire Consciousness Space, drowning out all darkness and color, leaving only infinite white light.

However, after the white light dissipated, the force that Ange had manifested looked at each other in shock, everyone was unharmed.

“How can this be? How can this be? Why are my attacks ineffective against you? The Light of Annihilation is the power of a faith surge, not the power of a Master God, why is it ineffective?” The God of Arbitration was on the verge of going insane.

The Dragon God explained, “Because we were the ones who triggered the faith surge.”

The God of Arbitration nearly coughed up blood. Even though he was the strongest among the Gods of Light, why did these heretical gods feel more like kin?

Did this mean he could never defeat these enemies in the Consciousness Space of the Master God?

Just as he decided to exit the Consciousness Space and annihilate these enemies physically, Ange suddenly opened his arms.

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