[{"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-63":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},2351544,4600,"Chapter 63: The Structure Beneath the Transit Station","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-63",63,"\u003Cp>Nagrillis didn’t know what to say—planar projection, and into the primary material plane no less—that was an feat only deities could accomplish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power piercing through the planar barrier weakens by dozens of times; strength enough to crush a wild ox might only suffice to strangle a rabbit when projected to the material plane, leaving one utterly powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagrillis never projected power—he was the God of Knowledge, and a mere word sufficed; he merely sent projections to chat, answer questions, and resolve doubts. But the annoying part was, people often called out to him during exams, asking for answers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang had just gained his divine essence—how could he master planar projection so quickly? Couldn’t he have taken it slower? Is this skeleton truly dense, or just pretending? Frustrating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angered, Nagrillis gave up and ignored Ang entirely; they weren’t close to Silver Coin, so they naturally knew nothing of his arrangements with Lisaana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, Ang sprinkled a thin layer of Xi Rang over the large pit, buried it, then sowed seeds beside yesterday’s planting area, repeating yesterday’s actions on the new land to prevent soil fertility loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he planted only once, this endless wasteland before him would last him centuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Ang kept planting like this, he might as well have vanished from the Undercity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feilin returned to the governor’s mansion, frowning. As soon as he stepped in, Esk and the goblin Kleig, along with the succubus Lina, rushed over: “Governor, have you found Lord Ang? What about the food?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feilin shook his head: “Lord Ang still hasn’t returned. The minotaurs don’t know where he went. Here’s a sack of beets—divide it among yourselves. It’ll hold you over for now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beets!” Esk’s eyes lit up. Food was nearly gone; nothing else was even imaginable. His mouth had gone so bland he could taste nothing, and signs of cracked lips and dry stools were already appearing. In the past, eating moss was enough—but now, even wall plaster had been scraped off and eaten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Lina and Kleig weren’t as ecstatic as Esk, they were still delighted. They scrambled to divide the beets. Lina added: “Thank you, my lord. I’ve already eaten all my hopping rabbits. I expect we’ll run out of food in a day or two.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My household has already run out. These beets might be my last meal. My lord, if there’s a slot for reanimation as a lich, could you reserve one for me?” Kleig asked, already bundling the beets as if to take them home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lina blinked in surprise: “Reanimation as a lich? Why not suggest expelling the lower classes instead?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kleig shook his head: “Too late. To prevent what the governor described, I’m taking these beets home for my family to have one good meal—then I’ll send them on their way, before they end up skewered and roasted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feilin waved his hands urgently: “It won’t come to that—I won’t let it happen. But sending them on early is better anyway; starving to death is miserable. As for reanimation… I can at most grant you a soul flame. Whether you succeed, and how much memory you retain, depends entirely on Lord Ang’s blessing. The good news is, with Lisa here, you won’t become ugly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kleig chuckled: “I don’t care about looks—not like those seducers who rely on their faces to survive. But my lord, you smell strange. Did something happen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a closer look. Though Feilin’s body had been magically cleansed, without water to wash properly, a faint odor still lingered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feilin smiled awkwardly: “Uh… just now, while sneaking… picking beets, the minotaur woman swung her broom at me a few times.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone’s faces turned pale, and they subtly stepped back. Long ago, Lu Se had vividly described the minotaur aunt’s broom’s power—it was a weapon capable of terrifying even a Sword Saint into flight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap-tap-tap. A crisp footstep echoed as Lisa, cloaked and dusty, entered. She lifted her hood, releasing a cascade of soft, long hair that draped over her pale neck and collarbone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lina sneered, turning her head away and muttering under her breath: “Old witch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lisa caught the succubus’s sneer and snorted inwardly: “Slut.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Common Tongue, Lisa and Lina sounded nearly identical. If both were present, either could mistake the other’s name for their own—so they avoided appearing together and disliked each other intensely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lisa shed her cloak. Holy light flared from her palms, gliding over her hair and garments, erasing all travel grime as if she’d just bathed—a fragrant, radiant woman. Kleig blushed, quickly looking away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lina’s eyes burned with envy. If only she could master such a divine art—she could always remain perfectly pristine, never worrying about oily hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Ang, grant me power! Lina silently prayed, utterly unaware her devotion had crystallized into soul flame and flowed into the body of this “old witch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lisa was Ang’s divine soul warrior, like Ouk, tasked with gathering believers’ faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feilin hurried forward: “Lisa, how’s the Ice City? Any food?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lisa shook her head: “None. I can’t reach Silver Coin. Buying food from the human world is impossible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kleig slammed the table: “I knew goblins weren’t reliable!” Then he remembered he was a goblin himself and added hastily: “Goblin merchants aren’t reliable—goblin engineers are.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is troublesome,” Feilin sighed. “If we don’t find Lord Ang soon, we’ll start dying of hunger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened to Lord Ang?” Lisa asked. She’d been in Ice City and didn’t know Ang’s situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, she summoned holy light and casually patted Feilin’s body, purifying every spot the previous cleansing had missed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Ang is gone. We don’t know if he left or not,” Feilin said obediently, raising his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feilin’s word “left” meant only one thing to Lisa: a Watcher’s departure meant leaving this plane entirely—not merely the Wraith City or Ice City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, Lord Ang hasn’t left. I sense his presence. Wait a moment.” Lisa knelt, clasping her fingers together in devout prayer. A faint holy glow shimmered around her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, she rose and said: “Follow me,” then floated off ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They flew up from the pit planting zone to the surface, quickly spotting faint traces: patches of soil had hardened, crumbling underfoot into footprints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was abnormal. The ground, long exposed to the Wind of Rest, was always loose and soft—never forming footprints. The hardening indicated recent heavy watering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lina spread her wings, flew up, surveyed the area, then pointed: “Look—the traces lead that way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the ground traces, the group soon reached the vast basin at the horizon’s edge. The traces extended straight into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang slipped into his favorite rhythm: nothing to manage—just sow, water, harvest, sleep… though he no longer slept. For over a thousand years, he’d lived this way—except now, sleep was unnecessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sleep was one of only two ways undead strengthened their souls; the other was plundering. Soul flame must be a third method beyond undead capability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a constant stream of soul flame replenishing him, Ang no longer needed sleep. When the Wind of Rest stirred, everyone hid in the pit, and Ang would heal Lightning’s horn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither Lightning nor Nagrillis had realized how difficult it was to restore the unicorn’s horn. This horn was the source of Lightning’s power—a magical artifact capable of channeling immense lightning energy, and thus extremely durable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, Nagrillis fashioned a cup-like cover and placed it over Lightning’s head, pouring essence fluid into it to soak the broken stump—but nothing happened. The horn didn’t grow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several attempts, they found the best method: apply essence fluid to the stump, cast Purifying Spell, reapply essence fluid, cast Purifying Spell again—repeat this ten times, and the horn grew two millimeters. Then it stopped. They had to wait until the next day to continue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was already good enough. Lightning saw hope and immediately hugged Ang’s thigh bone: “Lightning shall be your most loyal companion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang kicked it away in disgust. Lightning was too large—constantly hugging his thigh nearly broke Ang’s bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, by day he farmed, by night he healed. The planting zone stretched steadily in one direction—chosen randomly—but as he planted, Ang realized he’d reached a familiar place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahead lay a deep basin sunk into the wasteland. It was here that Esk had once led him and the young zombie up to the surface, then walked all the way to the Wraith City—they had arrived at the location of the World Transit Station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang stopped planting. He entered the basin and walked toward its center until he saw the two stone pillars protruding from the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the pillars confirmed his location. He scanned around, verified the spot, then began digging. Soon, sacks of grain emerged from the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he first passed through the portal, he’d pushed a handcart full of grain. The young zombie couldn’t eat it, so he’d buried it here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why do you bury food everywhere?” Nagrillis blurted. Now again—Ang planted and buried, burying every harvest underground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He checked the grain. It was still viable, still alive. He’d use it as seed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Returning to the basin’s edge, Ang decided to start here, planting the entire basin first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the basin was sunken, the Wind of Rest had weakened inside, allowing more debris to settle. The soil here was richer than outside—each plot could support two harvests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sowed seeds, watered continuously—and suddenly, the ground collapsed beneath him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Why did it collapse? Is there a hollow beneath?” Nagrillis exclaimed. “Keep watering. Wash away the soil—see what’s down there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more he watered, the worse the collapse became, expanding wider and wider—until a depression twenty meters across opened, revealing a pointed roof beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>",1608,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","fd08e93c0712e5077d6dbdfa2a9392418b72921411a2d8cc34867d2ef297e06d","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-64","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-62",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]