[{"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-122":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},2351603,4600,"Chapter 122: Divine Punishment Descends, Soul Awakened","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-122",122,"\u003Cp>The Modanpao  was gone, and the part of the dune within the beam’s range was gone too, leaving a semicircular gap whose broken surface drifted wisps of white smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The outer shell of the Modan  was gone too, revealing its internal structure: a cluster of dozens of Mojing , entwined in red, yellow, blue, green, cyan, indigo, and purple, which, freed from their outer constraint, paused for a moment before clattering down onto the dune’s scorched break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A series of sharp cracks echoed—the Mojing  had shattered the dune’s broken surface; closer inspection revealed that the break had somehow been glazed over with a thin layer of glass by the intense heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Yueer suddenly felt his legs go weak—he recognized the beam. The holy radiance, he’d seen it in a spellbook before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That kind of spellbook, enchanted with illusion, that, when opened, made its contents move and come vividly alive before your eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d stolen it from a noble hostage; its viewing limit was finite, and by the time it reached him, only one viewing remained. But that one had left him unforgettable—because the final villain had been vaporized by a blinding beam of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More unforgettable still were the vivid female characters inside—the princesses, the female knights, the duchesses, the queens—plenty of them, and he’d watched them all from the protagonist’s immersive perspective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, seeing that same holy beam that vaporized the villain right before him, his legs went weak—he realized he was standing in the villain’s place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My… my Magic Egg, my Magic Egg… the Magic Egg Cannon…” the goblin engineer Valigu wept in anguish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All his life’s work had been vaporized. The materials for the Magic Egg Cannon had taken him half a lifetime to gather, and the most crucial one—the World Tree branch capable of breaking down Magic Crystals—was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a key material was unobtainable by chance; the one in his Magic Egg Cannon had been snatched during the World Tree’s illness, when the elves had distributed the diseased branches en masse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it was a diseased branch, its decomposition ability was poor—it required the Magic Egg to spin at high speed to activate the function, destabilizing the stable Magic Crystal structure, triggering chain reactions that released the Magic Crystal’s energy violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He might never get another World Tree branch in his remaining years—was all his life’s work truly gone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Yueer, irritated by the noise, snapped: “Crying, crying—can’t even fire one shot! Someone, lock him up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, you can’t do this! You swore an oath to release me!” Valigu shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you didn’t fulfill the agreement—you didn’t fire it,” Ma Yueer shrugged, feigning sympathy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, our agreement wasn’t like that! We agreed you’d release me regardless of whether it hit or not! Do you think the God of Undeath won’t notice your wordplay? Let me go!” Valigu roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he didn’t believe in gods—well, maybe sometimes he’d pray to the God of Knowledge, especially as a child before exams, though never devoutly, because he didn’t believe in gods at all—he trusted his toolbox more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not believing in gods didn’t mean he could watch others break divine oaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what if I used wordplay? The gods don’t care—what’s it to you? Even if I break my oath, the God of Undeath will forgive me! La la la, la la la…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing others furious made Ma Yueer happy—especially when they were furious but powerless against him—and he couldn’t help dancing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after a few “la la”s, he heard his subordinates’ terrified voices behind him: “L… Boss, you… you’re behind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Yueer turned—and saw a shadowy figure had appeared behind him. It wore armor, wreathed in black mist, and tilted its head slightly, as if confused, toward Ma Yueer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stranger still, the figure’s head bore a flowerpot, inside which a tiny sapling was tugging at the rim, peering out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bizarre combination stunned Ma Yueer so completely he forgot to fear: “Is… is that the God of Undeath?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing “God of Undeath,” the shadow seemed to snap to attention, nodded at Ma Yueer, then thrust both hands forward sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the shadow swung, its hands appeared empty—but as it moved, a massive scythe materialized, wreathed in rolling black mist, sweeping across Ma Yueer’s neck, then vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Yueer stood frozen, motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss? Boss?” After a long moment, his terrified subordinates crept closer, called his name, got no reply, and finally dared to gently push him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Yueer’s body collapsed to the ground, his face locked in its final expression, pale, dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A! A!! Divine Punishment! Divine Punishment! Laoda … Ma Yue Er … desecrated the gods and was cut down by them! Not my fault! Not my fault! God of Undeath, it was all Ma Yue Er ’s doing, not ours!” His subordinates wet themselves, fell to their knees, pounding their heads in penitence—waves of solidified soul flames rose up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shadow was of course Ang, but he himself was equally bewildered—he faintly sensed someone muttering about the God of Undeath, and faintly saw a goblin and a human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The human looked familiar—wasn’t he the one who’d dodged his attack and run up the dune?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oaths, dying on the spot—he found it all baffling. He’d never seen anything like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he’d heard the human’s inner monologue: “Afterward… after blowing it up… break the oath, hahaha…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So this human intended to break his oath—but what did that have to do with him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long pause of confusion, the human on the dune rolled out a strange device and placed on it a ball with a powerful magical signature. Ang wouldn’t let that ball hit him—he immediately yelled “Aaah!” and pointed at the device.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The angelic skeleton, long restrained, instantly spread its wings, radiating holy light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after vaporizing the device, Ang saw Ma Yueer’s shadow again—the shadow spoke to him, but Ang didn’t catch the words, only heard “God of Undeath.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh? The Undeath Glyph is on me—so the “God of Undeath” must mean me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a dawning understanding, Ang swung his scythe at Ma Yueer’s shadow—the blade cut through it, the shadow vanished, and a soul flame appeared on the scythe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… seem to have pulled over a soul,” Ang murmured, tilting his head. But no familiar reply came—he turned and saw Negril wasn’t there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He plucked Ma Yueer’s soul, planning to ask Negril later—but then he sensed something else. He leaned forward toward where Ma Yueer’s shadow had vanished and saw solidified soul flames, thick with intense fear and dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too messy. Not worth exchange. Reject.” Ang murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meaning: the soul flames’ emotions were too chaotic, not worth equal exchange—better to discard them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shuowan , Ang raised his scythe and pointed at the dune: “Aaah!”—Destroy them! They destroyed my field!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaah!” The zombies, the angelic skeleton, Lu Se, and Lei Ting all raised their hands (or forelegs)—Charge! Destroy them!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at that moment, the earth trembled. A rumbling roar rolled toward them. Dust rose in vast clouds across the dunes. A dark line appeared along the endless dune ridge, surging forward like a tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaah!” Ang shouted, turned, and ran—just as decisively as when he’d fled the graveyards from the graybone skeletons—Too many! Go back and get help! Run!\u003C\u002Fp>",1207,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","42bc2d91d1c012f6304a23689d90e27803143a7ed4929ca4ad77fd08407052f1","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-123","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-121",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]