Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 250

Chapter 250: Chapter 169: Burning My Field _1

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With the surging in of the thick Flame Soul, a mass of information was also flooding in, causing Negris to jolt with excitement, yelling out, “It’s updated! My knowledge has been updated!”

The God of Knowledge, known to be all-knowing, relies on such ability of worshippers to update the knowledge base. If the worshipper wishes to worship it, the knowledge the person holds will be transferred over, becoming part of the god’s knowledge system.

This kind of ability has its pros and cons. On the bright side, the more worshippers it has, the richer the knowledge system becomes, even obscure knowledge can be somewhat picked up. On the downside, the knowledge of the worshippers tends to run shallow, rarely involving anything especially arcane. If a scholar who delves deeply into a certain discipline doesn’t believe in it, then it wouldn’t know of what those scholars delve into.

This is the main reason why it’s being mockingly referred to as the ‘God of Common Sense’.

Its worshippers generally follow this pattern of growth. At first, they know nothing, and when exams come they pray, “God of Knowledge, please, the exam is tomorrow, please tell me what this course is about?”

Some worshippers are particularly clever, understanding some pieces of information as soon as they hear them, extrapolating from this to that, comprehending extremely fast. This is the stage Negris likes best, as they would offer the most Faith Elemental Force.

But once those top student worshippers’ knowledge gradually step into deep waters, reaching areas no one before has explored, Negris starts to have a headache. If no one before has ventured into those areas, that means it has no knowledge of them.

If it fails to answer the worshippers’ questions, it would be fine for once or twice. But after several times, the worshippers would close their textbooks saying, “Never mind, I don’t need you anymore. I’ll figure it out myself.” And then those worshippers would be gone.

Furthermore, since its worshippers are somewhat mediocre, resulting in weak faith and non-prominent divine aura, the number of worshippers has always been limited, especially lacking fanatical worshippers, making it most annoyed.

Why do others have fanatical worshippers but it doesn’t even have one? At the root of it, its worshippers tend to be rational, finding it hard to get themselves fanatic. On the rare occasion that there are one or two fanatics, their targets of fanaticism are not the God of Knowledge, but knowledge itself.

The current Sava is one of the more fanatical worshippers among those Negris has seen, which is evident from the thickness of her Flame Soul.

Yet, after these Flame Souls circled around inside its godhood, approximately seventy to eighty percent swooshed right over to Ange.

“Darn Kvada, are you snatching my Fusion? Why? How come you can snatch my Fusion? Have I become your subordinate god?” Negris was panicking as it stamped its feet.

After all the trouble of finding a worshipper, seventy to eighty percent of faith was siphoned away? How could this be?

Ange tilted his head, finding it strange. He tried to return that channel of Flame Soul, but it was hard to distinguish the channel once it has been absorbed, so he accidentally returned a little too much. There, he only returned about, say… ten times the original amount.

The Bronze Book let out a bright light, instantly enlarging into a heavy dictionary taller than a person, which thudded and dropped onto the ground, with invisible rings of light spreading outwards.

“It can be returned? Well, then, you keep it. Return it to me when I need it.” Apparently there were advantages to being a godlike-being, in being able to borrow Ange’s Faith Elemental Force.

His source of faith was so weak it could hardly count as a trickle, while compared to him, Ange was the open sea. Now, he could proudly boast in the future: my divine power has access to the sea.

Anger withdrew his power, whoosh, the Bronze Book returned to its original size.

With a thousand Demon Crystals in her pocket, Sava’s stride had changed, swaying from side to side, as if she couldn’t wait to tell everyone she was rich.

“Goodbye, we’re leaving, I’m not coming back, no more worries about stepping on dirty things, I’m going to buy back my family’s mansion!” Sava declared triumphantly.

“The mansion is gone, eaten up by bugs.” Vania took down a doorpost, carried it on her shoulder, and picked up Sava, flinging her onto the other shoulder without a backward glance as she walked out of this neighborhood.

A thousand Demon Crystals is a significant sum of money, enough to buy a bottle of limb-regenerating Holy Essence Liquid, albeit the diluted kind.

“What are you doing carrying that doorpost around?” Negris looked at the doorpost carried by Vania, and asked somewhat perplexedly.

“Weapon, the war totem pole of the Minotaur.” Vania stated confidently.

“But…” Negris picked with its little claws, scratching off the surface and revealing the empty interior eroded away underneath, “The bugs have eaten it hollow.”

Vania shrugged, “Can’t help it, it’s better than bare hands. It’s very chaotic out there.”

“Never mind, I’ll give you a better one. Carrying that thing around is embarrassing.” In the end, Ange gave her a date-wood column about the thickness of a human waist.

Because the Oasis had plenty of date-wood resources, and the Titans under his command also needed date-wood to replace their weapons, Ange had collected a batch of date-wood materials and had covered them with Breathing Soil. It wouldn’t take long for them to become old wood, both dense and hard.

Vania cherished it dearly. Hit by such a totem pole, man and horse alike would be beaten into pancakes.

The group left the slum, getting to the main streets. Compared to yesterday, the scene in the city had completely changed. There was nobody on the streets. If there were people in houses on both sides of the street, they were peeping out timidly, quickly retreating after a quick peek.

“Could this be… martial law?” The Bronze Dragon had been stuffed back into the Resting Camp, currently projecting onto Ange. Seeing the situation on the street, it quickly thought of a possibility.