[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re":3,"chapter-the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-103":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Vegetable-Growing Skeleton's Foreign Land Reclamation",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2351584,4600,"Chapter 103: Save the Brass Mother Dragon","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-103",103,"\u003Cp>The dragon bloodline can transmit certain vital information to all dragons or dragonkin through bloodline resonance; the extinction of the brass dragons is one such vital piece of news, effectively heralding the prelude to the dragon race’s total annihilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dragon race has three ancient dragon species: brass dragons, bronze dragons, and red copper dragons; three upper-tier dragons: gold dragons, silver dragons, and black dragons; and lower-tier dragons: red dragons, green dragons, and blue dragons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond these, there are countless sub-dragon species and dragonkin; given the dragons’ nature, it’s impossible to count how many sub-dragons and dragonkin have existed or are still being born.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter how numerous they are, only ancient dragons, upper-tier dragons, and lower-tier dragons are recognized as true dragons—and they must be purebred; if a brass dragon and a bronze dragon produce offspring, that offspring is classified as a sub-dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why “if”? Because ancient and upper-tier dragons have reproductive isolation—they cannot breed with each other—but they can breed with lower-tier dragons or other species, which is truly bizarre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red, green, and blue dragons can mate with brass, bronze, and red copper dragons, as well as gold, silver, and black dragons, producing offspring like red-gold dragons, blue-silver dragons, green-black dragons, chameleons, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter how many are born, they are all sub-dragons, and their power plummets catastrophically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Offspring from upper-tier and lower-tier dragons, such as a black dragon and a green dragon, have a power ceiling no higher than that of a green dragon—they cannot reach or surpass the black dragon’s level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, hybridization causes degeneration; only purebloods grow strong. Dragons are beings obsessed with bloodline. If they could evolve like canines—where crossbreeding enhances the species, like werewolves—they wouldn’t care about blood purity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their numbers were already scarce; for each specific species, they were even fewer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagris remembered that when he was still alive, there were twelve brass dragons capable of triggering bloodline resonance; after thousands of years, the brass dragons have gone extinct?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“H-how did they go extinct?” Nagris couldn’t accept this fact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All the males are dead; only four females remain, so they’re extinct,” Phelin relayed Blackface’s words. Though reborn as a hatchling, Blackface hadn’t adapted to the dragon body—he couldn’t speak, only whimpered, and only Phelin could understand him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? So it’s this kind of extinction?” Nagris was stunned, and suddenly felt much better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they’d told him at first that eight brass dragons had died, he might have been heartbroken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But hearing “extinct” made him think they were all gone—then learning four females still lived lifted his spirits; the situation didn’t seem as dire as he’d feared, almost acceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even so, he felt a tight ache in his chest: only four females left, not a single male—fate was sealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the near future, purebred brass dragons will vanish, and no one will ever again remember that the dragon race once had an ancient species—the brass dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless, right now, a living male brass dragon is found. Nagris looked down between his legs, eyes brightening—he himself was a “male” dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could just find all the females and mate with them, wouldn’t that preserve the species?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he himself had lost that ability, luckily, a hatchling grown from one of his scales had come to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he raised it, and let it mate with the females, it would be as if he himself had mated—his bloodline would continue, and the hatchlings would call him father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this thought, Nagris’s eyes gleamed. His greatest regret hadn’t been the sealing—he wasn’t deliberately killed by the Undead King, and lived until his natural death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sealing wasn’t even bad; it was the only way to grant him immortality without damaging his divine essence. If he’d been turned into an undead, his divine essence would have been lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So despite his constant complaints about Bone-Lock and the King, Nagris didn’t hate them at all—his only grievance was that the King, Lock, and others had vanished, leaving him sealed in a book for a thousand years, unable to go anywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, projecting into a body specially made for him, wasn’t his life quite pleasant?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His deepest regret was never having mated with any female dragons. Everyone said male dragons were lustful, but since childhood, he loved reading and acquiring knowledge; once he learned something, he enjoyed teaching others, always gladly answering questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, he accumulated reputation and followers; someone even wrote a biography about him—and somehow, he ignited his divine flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragons pass down their essence through bloodline; being unable to produce offspring of one’s own bloodline is a profound sorrow for any dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He plucked off a scale, the size of a fingernail, and pulled Angr at the arm: “Here, carve this on it: ‘The God of Knowledge swears a divine oath to save the brass dragons—or die trying.’ Carve it small, fit every word. If I die, use this scale to rebuild my body.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t fit it all.” Angr said. Carving so many words onto a fingernail-sized surface was beyond his ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can. Gather elements on the surface, ignite them, and use elemental power to etch—it’s called elemental etching. Your control is more than enough. Try.” Nagris pointed and instructed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following Nagris’s method, Angr carefully etched the text. If the words were broken down into elemental particles, it was indeed possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A red dot appeared on the scale’s surface, then rapidly extended, forming characters. Brass dragon scales have extremely high magic resistance; after one pass, only a faint, nearly invisible trace remained—like the faint scratch left on the second page when writing with a hard pen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since one pass wasn’t clear, do it again. Angr automatically repeated the process; after ten or more passes, Nagris’s words were clearly etched onto the scale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hold onto it. If I die, remember to revive me. I’m going. I must save my race, save my dragon kin.” Nagris shoved the scale into Angr’s hand, then turned resolutely toward the teleportation array.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se grabbed him: “I’m coming with you. You’re just going to ride the females—don’t think we didn’t see through you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Nagris turned around in shock: “You all saw it? Is it that obvious?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caught red-handed, Nagris had no choice but to bring Lu Se along and step into the teleportation array.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opposite end of the teleportation array was set up with silver coins, and only Angr held the key—meaning even if no one operated this end, Angr could teleport directly here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guardian of the teleportation array was still the goblin the silver coins trusted most. Seeing a hatchling and a human emerge from the room, he didn’t even lift his eyelids—as if he hadn’t seen them at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room housing the teleportation array had a carriage prepared by the silver coins; horses were harnessed, Nagris was shoved inside, and Lu Se drove the carriage out of the building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The teleportation array was cleverly placed—right outside was a bustling street; the chaotic environment better concealed its existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not far from the carriage’s departure, a chorus of screams and shouts erupted behind them: “Ahh! Skeleton! Angel!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se and Nagris both felt a sudden dread, turned back—and saw the doorway of the building they’d just left: a skeleton, an angel, and a small zombie clad in black armor, all staring blankly at the panicked crowd fleeing around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The skeleton’s head bore a flowerpot.\u003C\u002Fp>",1236,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","34e2ba1b123f45b49c13ced376835bffd8b62a3f7b15c2a4d49a6194bd4de962","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-104","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-102",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]