[{"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-3":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},2351484,4600,"Chapter 3","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-3",3,"\u003Cp>When the human died, Ang also realized he could not return; the light membrane had become a magical leather bracelet around his wrist, but he had no idea how to turn the bracelet back into a light membrane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang did not dwell much on being unable to return; this place was no different from the Palace of Rest, equally lifeless and desolate, the only difference being that here there were other skeletons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after the human died, a withered skeleton drifted in from afar, shuffling forward with its hollow eye sockets fixed on the corpse, as if something about the body drew it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when it drew within about thirty meters, the withered skeleton suddenly stopped, tilting its head in confusion toward Ang, its hollow eye sockets landing on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soul fire within its sockets flickered, and the skeleton turned away, hurrying off in another direction at greater speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skeletons had ranks; Ang’s rank was far higher than that of this withered skeleton, and it fled outright from his presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Ang remained where he was, scaring off over a dozen withered and white skeletons that afternoon; then, as if a message had been transmitted and territories reallocated, no lower skeletons drifted toward him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang dug a pit and settled there temporarily, burying the cart’s food in another separate hole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Needless to say, the pit had been dug just in time; by evening, Ang noticed that the distant drifting skeletons simultaneously began digging pits, burying themselves, and then the wind began to rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind was the Wind of Rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wind of Rest was the source that gave life to all beings in this land of death, breathing life into the corpses, bones, and soul fragments, nurturing them into skeletons, necromancers, and undead; but if disrespected, it would mercilessly destroy everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As an undead being, prolonged exposure to the Wind of Rest would slowly solidify, dry out, and eventually extinguish the soul—even the mightiest Golden Skeleton Lich-King was no exception, differing only in how long they could endure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang lay in the sunken pit, listening to the howl of the Wind of Rest, his soul gradually calming; the Wind of Rest had a soothing effect on the soul, and as long as it did not strike directly, it caused no harm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lying in the pit, Ang curiously extended one finger into the icy wind; the ash-gray Wind of Rest swept over his finger, forming tiny vortices, and his entire palm grew as white and metallic under the wind’s touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the wind’s caress, a chilling aura crept down his arm, flowing straight into his soul fire, giving him a sensation of devouring souls and growing stronger—this invigorated him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a skeleton like him, the best way to grow stronger was to devour the souls of his kind; but he was a gardening skeleton, needing no soul enhancement, and besides, the Palace of Rest now held only him—no kindred to plunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, growing stronger was the instinct of every soul; after trying it, Ang felt an irresistible urge, and could not help extending both hands outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A night passed; dawn faintly broke, and the Wind of Rest ceased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang felt his soul had grown denser; he did not know how much stronger he had become, but his bones had changed dramatically—many pits and hollows had vanished, large holes had shrunk, small holes had been completely filled, as if smoothed over with putty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he kept breathing the wind a few more times, he might never need to replace his bones, Ang thought silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Climbing out of the pit, Ang noticed the human corpse from yesterday was gone; looking up, he saw it had been transformed into a zombie, shuffling slowly away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang ran over and dragged it back; the newborn zombie panicked, thinking Ang meant to eat it, screaming and struggling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad—even withered and white skeletons had fled from Ang; how much less could this newborn zombie resist? Soon, it was stripped bare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The items taken were human: a leather satchel, an empty canteen, a longsword; inside the satchel were a map and several silver coins, nothing to identify the man’s identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant, why had this human come here? How had he activated the teleportation array? These might remain mysteries forever—if Ang could not figure out the magic bracelet’s use, he might never return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang looked at the now-smoothed pits and hollows on his bones; perhaps… not returning wasn’t such a bad thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of the Wind of Rest, Ang firmly settled in this wasteland, daily bathing in its breeze, steadily strengthening his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The newborn zombie gradually grew accustomed to Ang; at first, when Ang dragged it away, it had been terrified, thinking it would be eaten—but after being stripped, Ang ignored it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A newborn zombie, barely surviving, wandered aimlessly until the Wind of Rest arose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could not withstand the Wind of Rest’s ferocity; it screamed instinctively, digging into the ground to bury itself—but at its digging speed, the pit would never be finished before its soul scattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Ang’s pit was not far; braving the wind, he dragged it into his hole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang was far too powerful compared to the zombie; his crouching presence in the same pit was oppressive, making the zombie scream and scramble to escape—but as soon as it poked its head out, the icy wind drove it back; finally, it huddled in the farthest corner, clutching its head, trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang ignored it, reaching out himself to guide the chilling aura; when dawn came and the Wind of Rest ceased, the zombie scrambled out eagerly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the zombie decided to flee this terrifying place—but after walking only thirty meters, another drifting skeleton chased it back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thirty-meter radius around Ang had become his territory; within it, the zombie was left alone, but once it left, its newborn soul became the most tender, delicious prey—anyone could bully it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After being chased by other skeletons several times, the zombie realized other places were even more terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As evening came and the Wind of Rest rose, the zombie, unable to dig its own pit, trembled and returned to Ang’s hole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It kept its neck stiff, glancing at Ang; when Ang ignored it, it shrank inward a little; still ignored, it shrank further, until it curled into the same corner from last night, clutching its head—yet no longer trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, it scrambled out eagerly; but by evening, before the Wind of Rest even began, it crawled back into the pit early, no longer clutching its head, instead watching Ang curiously, even imitating him by trying to extend its palm beyond the pit’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this reckless act subjected its soul to a brutal purification by the chilling aura.\u003C\u002Fp>",1129,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","18722e63f5f5c1bfa56df1d5fd7794228e7317cbd4e3398ac943d82461b5c6b8","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-4","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-2",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]