[{"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-218":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},2351699,4600,"Chapter 218","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-218",218,"\u003Cp>Two attendants fell to their knees with a thud and shouted: “We bow before my lord! Is this your property? This lowlife stole from you—please forgive us, we’ll take her away right now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head, glanced at the little girl clutching her brother, trembling and on the verge of tears, then at the two aggressive attendants, and suddenly said: “You’re lying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pure stream of holy power surged outward—crack, crack, crack—several chains of holy light erupted from the ground, binding the two attendants tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Original Sin Shackles?!” The two attendants turned pale with terror, screaming in panic: “My lord, spare us! You’ve misunderstood! We’re not guilty! We’re servants of Knight-Samaran of the Divine! We’re not sinners!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Original Sin Shackles?!” Negrilis shrieked in alarm inside Ang’s soul: “When did you learn Original Sin Shackles? Why can you cast it without the Sacred Words?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis was stunned that Ang had unknowingly learned Original Sin Shackles—but even more stunned that Ang didn’t need to utter the Sacred Words, like “Thus Spoke the Divine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good heavens—he was condemning these two with his own power, because he was the god himself; his words were Sacred Words!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the problem was, he was the Undying God—even if he could condemn others by his own name, the shackles summoned shouldn’t be Original Sin Shackles, but the Cage of Sin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis was utterly confused; it had lived over ten thousand years and had never seen anything so absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang himself was equally bewildered—he merely sensed these two humans were lying, so he stated the truth—why had chains suddenly appeared?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Original Sin Shackles? When he first encountered Nicolai, Nicolai had cast them on him—but they shattered on contact, and Nicolai had been terrified that someone could be innocent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But back then, the chains he’d seen were just glowing links—now, when Ang looked at these chains, he could ‘see’ their information: each attendant bore one chain labeled ‘Pride’ and one labeled ‘Greed’; one of them also carried an additional chain labeled ‘Lust.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why can I see this?” Ang asked silently with his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis replied: “I don’t know—I can’t cast Original Sin Shackles. Ask Anthony.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang contacted Anthony with his soul; Anthony replied firmly: “Can’t see them. See the information on each chain? Impossible. And unnecessary—anyone guilty gets burned. Who cares what sin they committed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Anthony couldn’t see the chain information, neither could Nicolai—or even Pope Gulliani. Ang was different from them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This proves the shackles were cast with your power, Kuba Da! Who dares say you’re not of the Church of Light? Even if you took off your hat and showed your bone frame, no one would believe you’re an undead. Can you do any other tricks?” Negrilis said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Ang now removed his hat and ran around declaring he was undead, no one would care. A being who casts Original Sin Shackles—even if he’s a skeleton—is surely a god’s skeleton!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang shook his head—he didn’t know how he’d cast it. He’d only sensed these two were lying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Ang pondered, the Original Sin Shackles tightened further, then ignited. Holy flames burned the two attendants, forcing them to scream in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone in the area was startled. The lifeless, zombie-like poor slowly gathered around; Ma Lin’s eyes gained a spark—hatred, satisfaction, and desperate hope as they watched the screaming attendants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This scene also drew the attention of the local overseers—a squad of knights charged forward, whipping the beggars on the road: “Make way! Make way!”—forcibly clearing a path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when they reached the front and saw the scene, the lead holy knight’s expression changed drastically—he dismounted at once, knelt on one knee, and bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His subordinates, seeing their captain’s action, froze—then hurriedly imitated him, kneeling and bowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without uttering a word, the lead holy knight rose, bowed low, took his horse’s reins, and retreated at a speed faster than his approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after retreating beyond the crowd, out of Ang’s sight, did the lead holy knight finally exhale, remove his helmet, and wipe away a forehead slick with sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His men asked, confused: “Captain, what happened? Do you know that lord? Is he dangerous?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lead holy knight shook his head: “I don’t know that lord—but I recognize Original Sin Shackles. This is a judgment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, so those chains are Original Sin Shackles? Then why retreat? Shouldn’t we help the lord maintain order?” asked the young knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lead holy knight gave him a strange look and mocked: “So you’re an innocent man, then? Never peeked at your neighbor’s wife bathing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young knight blushed furiously and retorted: “Of course I peeked—I didn’t just peek once.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tsk tsk tsk—that’s Lust. Never taken bribes? That’s Greed. Never beaten the beggars? That’s Cruelty. Never slept past seven? That’s Sloth. With so many sins on you, if that lord shouted ‘You are guilty,’ would you dare swear you’re innocent? Still want to help? Still want to watch? Get lost. Get far away. Don’t let the lord see you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young knight turned pale. At that moment, two piercing screams rose from the crowd—the holy flames shot skyward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The holy knights immediately turned and fled, scrambling away—but didn’t go far. After running several hundred meters, they split up and blocked other approaching comrades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s a lord using Original Sin Shackles to judge ahead. Are you really going forward?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, anyone who didn’t believe themselves absolutely innocent stopped instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus arose a strange situation: Ang had already burned the two to ash, yet not a single Church of Light member appeared—leaving Negrilis deeply disappointed; it had prepared several excuses, none of which were needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the holy flames burned, Ang placed his hand on the little girl’s brother’s neck and activated the Spot Removal Art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This severe goiter caused by malnutrition was easy to cure—eat more seaweed or sea salt. But here, there was no sea salt, barely any salt at all—salt was nearly as valuable as coin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Meishencheng, this Spot Removal Art cost tens of thousands of magic crystals per treatment, removing only a tiny bit of pigment—but Ang had to remove this massive glandular growth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sizzle-sizzle-sizzle—the boy’s neck visibly shrank before their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others who witnessed this grew even more reverent. Several parents, their own children suffering the same illness, rushed forward clutching their kids, unable to speak, only pounding their heads against the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pure soul flames surged from these parents—but one thin-faced, monkey-eyed man emitted none; instead, his eyes darted nervously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soul flames offered by these people didn’t flow toward Ang—but he intercepted them anyway, and didn’t hesitate to return equal value.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One after another, the children with goiters were healed—until Ang reached the thin-faced, monkey-eyed man and suddenly said: “You are guilty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thin-faced man jolted, looked up at Ang in terror, his whole body tensing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after several seconds, no chains emerged. The man exhaled in relief and grinned as he bowed repeatedly: “I’m not guilty! I’m not guilty! Hehe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis asked, puzzled: “Why didn’t it work? What sin did he commit?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That child isn’t his,” Ang said, pointing to the infant in his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A thief? A child kidnapper?” Negrilis exclaimed: “That’s not an Original Sin—it won’t trigger Original Sin Shackles. What now? I don’t like him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the onlookers, some recognized the man. As he grinned and bowed, someone couldn’t hold back: “You thief! Not guilty? You’ll die a cursed death! You’ve stolen so many children! My lord, he’s a child-snatcher!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thin-faced man turned proudly: “I’m not guilty! I’m not guilty! Original Sin Shackles prove it! Hahaha…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head, snatched the infant from the man’s arms, then kicked him in the chest—his chest caved in, blood sprayed, and he flew backward, dead before he hit the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plop—the thin-faced man’s corpse slumped lifelessly to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… wasn’t he innocent? Why kill him?” Negrilis blurted out, startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang asked, confused: “Can’t I kill him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This question jolted Negrilis awake: “Right—I got tunnel vision. Kuba Da, we’re not of the Church of Light! Do we need a trial before killing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This scene gave Negrilis the illusion it was an Original Sin judgment—both he and the thief had believed the same: no Original Sin meant no punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a joke—when did the Undying God need to convict someone before killing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having finished here, Ang turned to leave. The crowd parted silently, their eyes burning with heat—not the numb, zombie-like expressions anymore, but excitement and hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Negrilis couldn’t help complaining: “What’s going on here? You, a skeleton, come here to perform miracles for the Church of Light—now their devotion will only strengthen the Light.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang shook his head: “I took it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Took what?” Negrilis asked, puzzled: “You took soul flames—but can you take the believers too? After you leave, their devotion still flows to the Light.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I took it. It belongs here,” Ang said, raising his index finger—where the tiny wisp, bloated from overfeeding, opened its mouth and let out a long, satisfied “Haa.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis realized a staggering possibility: “You mean—you stole the believers’ faith network?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible…” Negrilis began, then suddenly stopped—why impossible? He thought it impossible only because no one had ever done it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just because no one had ever done it, does that mean it’s hard?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it’s not hard—just that before, someone was watching closely. Now that the Light Gods are gone, why can’t Ang tear off a piece of the faith network?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of obsessing over whether it’s possible, better to ask how he did it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head: “Always possible. Falle—took before. Not bound. Now has it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis understood: Ang had always been able to do this—he’d taken from Falle’s people before, but hadn’t bound them. Now, with the wisp, he could bind the stolen faith to it—permanently seizing that piece of the faith network.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can it do that? Is the little wisp that powerful? Can it hold such immense power?” Negrilis asked, astonished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang shook his head: “No. I take it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Puh…” Negrilis spat out a mouthful of blood—the little wisp was just a relay; the real prize was still Ang’s. But of course—it couldn’t hold such power. If Ang didn’t take it, the wisp would eventually explode.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Passing through the slum-like settlement, Ang’s group arrived at a mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though impoverished and starving, the Realm of Descent was rich in mineral resources—abundant magical metals like mithril and adamantine. This mine was a magic crystal vein.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without entering the mine, Ang saw from afar a massive furball crouched among the buildings at the pit’s mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A griffon soared into the sky from the buildings, flying toward the central mountain range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Looks like a griffon station. And a teleportation array. Plus a extradimensional beast—this is a transit hub?” Negrilis exclaimed: “Now this is troublesome.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Transit hubs were always heavily guarded—like world junctions, they were guarded by the Twelve Guardian Gods. This one was no exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A towering soul tower surrounded by a dozen defense pillars encircled the entire area. Nearby buildings clearly had elite personnel entering and exiting—indicating permanent garrison. Barricades, fences, and guards lined the perimeter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could they rescue the extradimensional beast under these conditions?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Ang could devise a plan, a powerful teleportation surge erupted—the array blazed with light. When the glow faded, a large group teleported in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them were holy knights, swordsmen, shieldbearers, clerics, priests, holy attendants, archers—balanced in roles, clearly a full combat team.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides these fighters, a group of women in coarse hemp garments carried sewing frames or laundry tubs—likely washerwomen and seamstresses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After lining up, they departed the transit hub in order. Seeing Ang on the roadside and his imposing guards, they sized him up and bowed respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head—he spotted a familiar face among the hemp-clad women. She saw him and immediately turned her face away, ducking into the crowd—but it was useless. Ang had already seen her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xia Malah? Why is she here?” Negrilis wondered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aow!” The extradimensional beast let out a piercing howl—its long-awaited savior had just appeared within sight… then turned and walked away, abandoning it.\u003C\u002Fp>",2013,"2026-06-21T03:18:45.378Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a0c153d2e5bc162aeebd816b355c963a176dc6e1e6b3bdbeb02269a65640b5fd","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-219","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-217",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]