[{"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-184":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},2351665,4600,"Chapter 184","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-184",184,"\u003Cp>“What?! The Gods of Light are returning?!” After hearing the news that made Shamara lose her appetite, Nagelis felt he too would lose his appetite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, or perhaps not returning—maybe rebirth, or something else—because I sense a force vying with me for the power of Light, growing stronger by the day,” Shamara said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagelis had to take this seriously. Shamara had stolen the faith of the Gods of Light; strictly speaking, she was already a false god—even if a weak and unlucky one who had twice run straight into the hands of the “True Gods.” But as a member of the Light faith system, her intuition was flawless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could it be another false god, aware of the Gods of Light’s disappearance, competing with you for divine power?” Nagelis thought of another possibility—and even had a suspect in mind: Anthony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That guy knew the Gods of Light were gone and knew Shamara had stolen their divine power. Would he not interfere? Maybe he’s the one fighting her for the divine energy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Shamara shook her head: “Impossible. The other’s affinity is higher than mine—the Light power favors him. It can’t be another faith thief. It must be the Light itself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagelis sucked in a sharp breath. If true, this was a dire problem—whether the Gods of Light were returning or a new deity was forming, it was terrible news for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Church of Light was now a scattered mess, and Anthony was undermining it to carve out his own domain precisely because he was certain the Gods of Light had vanished, leaving only a bunch of Holy Spirit Angels even dumber than dwarves. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have spent a thousand years plotting only to fake his death and flee over a desire to become Pope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Gods of Light returned or were reborn, Anthony would be the first nailed to a pyre, wrapped in shrouds, and burned by holy flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a unified Church of Light would become immensely powerful, no longer allowing a single commander of the Holy Blade Army to embezzle funds and shirk duties as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without the suppression of the Undead King and Ironbone Locke, the Abyss would know no peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trouble, trouble, trouble—Nagelis paced in circles, then suddenly snapped to: Dammit, why should he care? This was Anthony’s headache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing this, Nagelis exhaled, then remembered a question: “Why tell us? Do you think we can solve this problem that’s making you lose your appetite? And what does this even have to do with eating?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shamara looked confused, murmuring uncertainly: “I don’t know… but a voice inside my heart told me you could help me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Insane. A voice in your heart… wait, you’re a false god—your inner voice is a divine technique. Dammit, you didn’t awaken a divine technique, did you?” Nagelis exclaimed in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shamara stared wide-eyed, utterly baffled. She was merely a former Holy Maiden who had stolen divine power to become a false god—she didn’t understand such things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… have you heard any other voices in your heart?” Nagelis probed. If this feeling wasn’t isolated, it might be a divine technique; if not, she was just imagining things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shamara stood still for a moment, as if listening, then suddenly unbound her hair and bowed deeply to Ange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, no need for such courtesy! Don’t bow, don’t bow—we haven’t done anything!” Nagelis hurried to protest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shamara lifted her head, gave it a strange look, then lowered it again, tapping her own skull with a finger: “The voice in my heart told me you can cure my hair loss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shamara was losing her hair—badly. Sparse patches revealed her scalp. When tied up, it wasn’t obvious; once released, it looked like a thin veil draped over her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagelis exhaled in relief: “That’s easy—we know how to fix that. We’ll cure your hair loss, and you kill people for us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shamara hesitated, then opened her mouth and removed her gloves: “And this… and this… the Corrupting Force has eroded my body. If you can heal these, I’ll accept your employment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagelis leaned in, frowned: “These are cavities and wear—and nail loss. Are you sure this is Corrupting Force erosion? Or are you just getting old?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shamara’s teeth were far better than most humans of her era—she was already sixty or seventy, yet looked like a young woman thanks to the protective power of Holy Light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that she had fallen, these areas lost their protection, so aging was natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At sixty or seventy, who still had teeth?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shamara glared: “It’s erosion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shamara—who hadn’t flinched when a scythe was at her throat—suddenly got angry. Nagelis was stunned. Had he said something wrong?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, fine, erosion, erosion—I’ll see if I can fix it.” Nagelis turned and asked: “Can you fix it?” So that’s what he meant by “see”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange tilted his head, didn’t answer, stepped forward, and reached out toward Shamara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shamara didn’t resist, standing quietly—even as Ange’s hand hovered above her head. It was an extremely submissive posture, since Ange could crush her skull with a single blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without having been beaten, this fallen angel would never have allowed anyone to place a hand near her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A drop of Sacred Essence, the sapling pulled out, placed atop her head—it hadn’t been used in ages. The sapling waved its leaves enthusiastically: Push—push—grow—push—push—grow—the message more fervent than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad—it was reversed. Ange twisted the pot half a turn, pointing his finger at Shamara’s scalp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sapling fumbled at the pot’s rim, puzzled for a moment, then waved its leaves again: Grow—push—grow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the sapling urged growth, Ange also unleashed Holy Light, bathing Shamara’s head in its radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shamara stood obediently, eyes rolled upward, gazing at the pure light, several times reaching out to grasp it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a voice inside her mind roared repeatedly: Don’t move! Do you want to die? Don’t move! Do you want to die?! Move and you’re dead!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Death wasn’t terrifying—she just knew she couldn’t take it: “Such pure Holy Light… you are the true Light.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange tilted his head. He saw a soul-flame surge from Shamara’s body, as if rushing into his own—but veered mid-flight, retreating back into her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled sincerely: “I cannot worship you. I want my own Light.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagelis watched, utterly confused. What did that mean? Was Shamara about to worship Ange?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dammit, was this too intense? A false god who stole Light’s power was about to become Ange’s disciple?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never mind whether a false god becoming Ange’s follower would be too shocking—if she truly became one, Ange could use her as a node to steal even more Light power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From her words, she almost believed—then didn’t? Dammit, why not? Why not believe in Ange? Believe in him! See if this damn skeleton can drain the entire Light Godhead dry!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagelis twitched in desperation, wanting to grab her throat and force her to believe. But Ange just nodded, acting as if nothing had happened—nearly driving Huangtong Dragon mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the combined power of Life Essence, Holy Light, and the sapling, fine new hairs sprouted on Shamara’s scalp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shamara touched them, felt the clear difference, and couldn’t help exclaiming: “Incredible—even the power of Light couldn’t cure hair loss—ah—” She gasped, mouth wide open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagelis noticed: Shamara’s problems were only in hair, nails, and teeth—but her skin was unusually vibrant. Her face showed no wrinkles, no age spots—only slightly dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why this difference? These were all areas where blood couldn’t reach—the terminal ends of keratin and bone. Biologically, they were dead tissue. As organisms aged, these were the first to fail. Holy Light had no effect on dead matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hair and nails, as long as the body lived, would naturally grow and shed the old. But teeth were different—humans grew teeth only twice. Once the milk teeth were gone, no amount of essence or Holy Light could regrow them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Should I find you something to supplement?” Nagelis suggested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange said nothing. Shamara didn’t move, just kept her mouth open. Clearly, she now understood: the ascetic Ange was the one who could help. This dragon only talked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange thought, pulled out a bottle of concentrated Essence-Crystal Ash, dripped a single drop onto one rotten molar, then cast a Resurrection Spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tooth visibly regrew its pulp, periodontium, and enamel. Speed slowed—Ange cast two more Resurrection Spells. The rotten molar slowly transformed into a bright, healthy, milky-white tooth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This works? Essence-Crystal Ash doesn’t revive dead matter—it’s used for fillings? Resurrection Spell doesn’t bring the dead back—it’s used for fillings?” Nagelis was horrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power of Essence-Crystal Ash to revive dead matter… could it be used like this? Like using the Death Scythe to mow grass. Only this gardening skeleton could pull it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange judged the concentrated Essence-Crystal Ash too potent, switched to regular, coated all of Shamara’s teeth, dripped a drop into each cavity, and cast Resurrection Spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minutes later, Shamara revealed a dazzling set of white teeth, smiled brightly, and said: “I’m off to kill people,” then flew away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at the Fallen Dragon Lake, Nagelis recounted the events. Lisa rushed over, eyes sparkling: “My lord, I heard you can whiten teeth! Look at mine—ah—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH—the beauty salon posters in Meishencheng were torn down. Lisa’s radiant smile, full of white teeth, was printed on a new poster in giant Common, Elven, Dwarven, and Dragon script: “Complete Cavity Treatment & Teeth Whitening—100,000 Magic Crystals. Hurry, limited stock.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just posters—Lisa, Anna, Lan, Sawa, Shafia, and Vanya all took to the streets, alleys, docks, handing out flyers, flashing their white teeth at everyone, blinding passersby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Vanya—the towering minotaur—when she opened her mouth, people thought she was about to bite them and fled in terror. But the shock was followed by an unforgettable impression: those healthy, gleaming white teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>News that Meishencheng could treat cavities spread rapidly along the Dong River, then reached Luolan City, slowly radiating outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alongside it spread another rumor: Duke Leight had harassed a woman near the city gate—and was killed on the spot by the woman, despite heavy guards. Upon closer inquiry, the woman turned out to be the fallen angel Shamara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When people heard this, they simply said: “Serves him right,” and went back to their business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recently, Shamara’s name had been trending daily—even those she had corrupted had formed a Fallen Legion. Killing a duke? What was that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, Duke Leight had started it by harassing her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just coincidence: Shamara had planned to sneak into the city and kill Leight. But as soon as she entered, she encountered his entourage. Her white teeth, flowing hair, youthful beauty, elegant charm, yet pure and holy aura—immediately caught the Duke’s eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her peasant attire made him feel pity—he assumed she was a commoner and invited her back to the castle for “care.” But she suddenly transformed, smashed her chief sword saint bodyguard’s face, overturned his entire party, then drove a black Holy Flame into his body—directly judging him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Serves him right. Shamara doesn’t usually kill. Leight dared to harass her? He deserved judgment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The story spread once, then no one cared. Fallen angels killing people? That’s normal. We’d love to capture her—but we can’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only the locals didn’t care—even Nagelis stopped caring. He was now discussing a far more serious matter with Anthony: the Gods of Light were returning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony’s voice trembled: “Are you certain? Are you absolutely certain? The Gods of Light are truly returning?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Or perhaps rebirth. Shamara says someone is competing with her for the power of Light. Could it really not be you?” Nagelis asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Me? Are you joking? If I had that power, I’d have stolen it all long ago—why bother with all this mess? We’re doomed! Whether rebirth or return, my troubles are huge! Should I run? Should I run?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why run? Find out who’s stealing the faith and eliminate him. From this situation, even if the new God of Light is reborn, he won’t be strong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I— you— it’s easy for you to say, I—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, Lisa rushed in, looking strange: “My lord, the Silver Knights have come to visit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Silver Knights? Didn’t we blow up their high-ups last time? What do they want now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They say they’re here to collect protection money.”\u003C\u002Fp>",2038,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","fec1e5ea1ccf45847894c16241d3eb4624029a37a922ac32c103ea0921dadefe","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-185","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-183",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]