Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1089

Chapter 1089: Chapter 654: Is the Secret Weapon Ready? Chapter 1089: Chapter 654: Is the Secret Weapon Ready? Ange found something interesting to play with, the “seed” gelatin. No matter how small it was cut, as long as he poured the appropriate essence liquid over it and stimulated it with Divine Arts, it would grow to the size of a fist.

Any Divine Art could stimulate it, but none had the effect of the Instant Death Halo. If it was another Divine Art, whether it was the Goddess of Beauty Fist or the Freckle Removal Technique, its growth rate would become ordinary, just like common crops, which might take several months to grow to fist size.

As the time extended, the consumption of both essence liquid and Divine Arts became substantial, almost increasing in direct proportion.

With the Instant Death Halo, it could grow to the size of a fist in just a few hours. Watering it once or twice with essence liquid would suffice, and it only needed one use of the divine power of the Instant Death Halo.

If it were another Divine Art, since there was no accelerated growth effect, it would take several months to mature, requiring constant release of Divine Power and watering with essence liquid for several months, which would cost several hundred times more than the Instant Death Halo.

Negris was completely flabbergasted, “This seems tailor-made for your Instant Death Halo, but what’s the use of growing these things?”

The lumps of gelatin, reminiscent of jelly and resembling somewhat cleaner slimes, were plump, bubbly, and felt very elastic.

Ange shook his head as he tossed different seeds into the jelly, unsure of their use and merely conducting comparative experiments.

Without any clear direction, he could only stack the quantity, so he designed roughly one hundred thousand schemes. At the current rate, it would take about three years to complete.

“Three years? That’s a major project,” Negris said, feeling a mix of conflict and anticipation.

Having followed Ange for several years, its perception of time had become greatly distorted. It was an Ancient Dragon with a lifespan of tens of thousands of years, to whom three to five years were like a brief nap, especially since it had just slept for over a thousand years in the Bronze Book before being awakened.

Yet, in these past few years, Ange had accomplished so much, one thing after another. It had only taken three months for Ange to produce the results of ten thousand strains of hybrid saline-tolerant rice. Now, one hundred thousand varieties were to be completed within three years, which left plenty of time.

Three months to create a world-changing grain, what could come out of three years? It was highly anticipated.

All of this took place inside the Temple of Rest. The Serpent of Misfortune didn’t even know its gelatin was being used by Ange for planting; not that it cared at the moment since its attention was entirely focused on the little fat snake, fretting over whether it was too cold or too hot, and neglecting its own body.

It wasn’t until Negris mentioned that if it didn’t possess a body soon, it would start to decay, that the serpent hurriedly attached itself to one.

“This body is a bit weak; it can’t contain all of my power,” complained the Serpent of Misfortune as it clambered up in its new body, squeezing the hands it had never possessed before.

“Nonsense, that body is a newly nurtured juvenile. It would be strange if it could accommodate all your power. If you want to hold all your power, just eat more,” Negris said crossly. “You don’t complain about the little fatty snake being weaker, but complain about this? Makes no sense.”

“It’s different, that’s my offspring, a new life; it’s normal for it to be fragile. This one here is a body. If it’s not strong, it can’t contain all my power, let alone display all my strength. It feels like trying to fit me into a small bottle–it’s uncomfortable,” the Serpent of Misfortune retorted.

“Yes, yes, eat more, and you’ll become a big fat snake. Honestly, you’re an Ancient God too, but why are you like that old tree? Once you have offspring, you neglect everything else. Offspring don’t bring you any benefits, they just disrupt your sleep,” Negris recalled with apprehension.

Although it had no offsprings of its own, it did have a bunch of Dragon Clan offsprings, as well as two troublemakers that were even more annoying than offsprings, so it detested creatures like youngsters, offspring, and brats intensely.

“Old tree? You mean the Void Tree, it’s also an Ancient God,” the Serpent of Misfortune thought for a moment before realizing who the old tree referred to.

“The Void Tree? Not the World Tree?” Negris exclaimed in surprise.

“If its roots spread throughout the world, it’s naturally the World Tree; if its roots spread throughout the Void, then it’s the Void Tree; if its roots spread throughout all realms, then it’s the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms. The World Tree is a haploid form of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, it needs multiple evolutions to become the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms,” the Serpent of Misfortune explained offhandedly.

Whoosh, Ange scurried over, tilting his head to look at it.

Atop Ange’s head, in a brand new flower pot, a Little Sapling was also scrambling at the edge of the pot, peeking out curiously at it.

The Serpent of Misfortune pointed at the Little Sapling and said incredulously, “An evolved World Tree?”

Negris nodded proudly, “According to what you said, this would be considered a Void Tree.”

The Serpent of Misfortune wore a peculiar expression, hesitatingly pursing its lips: “I’ve never seen a Void Tree before, its aura is so profound.”

“Hehe, you’ve broadened your horizons, haven’t you? There are many things you’ve never seen, keep looking and you might become the Serpent of Common Knowledge. You still haven’t explained why you Ancient Gods care so much about offsprings,” Negris asked.

“Do we really have to discuss such a profound subject?” The Serpent of Misfortune fell silent for a moment, then said somewhat wistfully, “If we don’t care about this, what else can we care about? There’s the supreme Void Will above us, and below there’s no enemy that can threaten us. The days of an Ancient God are actually quite boring. You work hard, you might even become a god, transform into a Dragon God, but what’s the point of our striving? To surpass the Void Will?”

“At least offsprings give us some hope to cling to, plus don’t you think it’s cute? So tiny and so fragile, I’m afraid its head might fall off if I touch it,” said the Serpent of Misfortune, excitedly.

Negris didn’t notice anything particular, just rolled his eyes dismissively. Anthony, on the other hand, sensed something and cast a meaningful glance at the Serpent of Misfortune, realizing that this Serpent, both timid and arrogant, was not as simple as it appeared.

Just then, Ange suddenly reached out, pulling Lisa out of the Temple of Rest.

As soon as she was pulled out, Lisa said urgently, “My lord, it’s terrible, all the nooks and crannies have started to grow hair, those ‘hairs’ are growing like strands of hair, on the corners of walls, in the gutters, between the bed cracks, in the closets, amongst the grass, in the fields.”

“Every dark and damp place harbors them, and each one seems to have a human face on it, it’s so disgusting. Could this be the Nightmare Saya you mentioned? Why would it be a bunch of hair?” As she spoke, Lisa was scratching at her skin and clothes as if she too had ‘hair’ on her, making her itch all over.

To scare the millennium-old Saintess to this extent gave some indication of how revolting those Sayas were.

However, both Negris and Anthony’s eyes lit up at the same time, this was the best outcome they had deduced in their speculations, because…

“Ange, is your secret weapon cultured and ready?” Negris asked eagerly.

PS: I spent the past two days with my son at the doctor’s, and my sleep schedule got disrupted, messing up my routine again.