Chapter 67: Can't Plant Vegetables, Close It

"According to my research, this door should be opened with a key. As long as you get the key, you can easily push it open," Negris said, biting the bullet.

This should be a door similar to a magic pattern opening, requiring some authentication method. This authentication method is the key. Unfortunately, who the hell knows what kind of authentication method it uses?

So, not being able to open it has nothing to do with me. What key others use is not in the scope of 'knowledge'.

Actually, Negris had long regretted it. When it was bragging, it used a term called 'all-knowing'. It was originally a sales pitch to fool believers, because those believers who believed in the God of Knowledge would absolutely not ask those inexplicable common sense questions.

So seeing that Ang was a little skeleton, it just blurted it out, not expecting to fall into a pit.

*Kuba Da*, it is the God of Knowledge, not the God of Common Sense, nor the God of Current Events. In the thousand-plus years it was sealed and couldn't contact believers, where would it know what happened?

Just as Negris was muttering and feeling annoyed in its heart, Ang pushed his left hand against the wall, and the wall collapsed inward.

"???" Several question marks popped up in Negris's mind: "What's going on? Is it unlocked? Pushed open so easily? Is your Hand of Dimensional Passage the key?"

Ang tilted his head, beckoned in confusion, and the wall actually flipped back up, blocking the corridor.

This time, he pushed his right hand against the wall, and it didn't move at all.

Negris also stepped forward and pushed a few times with its little claws, but it wouldn't budge. The rest of the group took turns, including Lu Se, who arrived a step late, all trying to push the wall.

Finally, it was determined that only Ang's left hand could move it. Without a doubt, the Hand of Dimensional Passage was the 'key' to opening the control tower.

"I knew it. The soul network and the Godhood are both on you. The last heir of the Empire, you really have shit luck. No, wait, aren't I alive too? Why didn't I inherit the Empire's legacy? Is it just because I'm not an undead creature? This is discrimination, this is discrimination," Negris thought indignantly.

The decoration in the control tower was very simple, very crude, very minimalist. Well, it was just nothing, empty.

Only in the corner was a row of skeletons. Judging from the decayed fabric on them, these skeletons were alive and then died here. If they were skeletons before they died, they wouldn't wear clothes. If they were zombie liches, the corpses wouldn't decay into bones.

"These should all be the former control tower operators. The World Transit Station stopped suddenly, the door closed, and they were trapped here until they died," Negris speculated.

Lu Se, who arrived a step late, missed the battle and asked somewhat depressedly: "Why does the control tower need so many people? Isn't it just controlling the teleportation array? Speaking of which, what's there to control about a teleportation array? Just plug in magic crystals and start it, right?"

Negris sneered: "Ignorant. Do you know why this place is called the World Transit Station? This is one of the few planar teleportation hubs. The number of teleports per day reaches over a hundred, involving countless planes. The coordinates, distance, weight, volume, type of goods, and the number of magic crystals required for each plane must be strictly calculated. If there were fewer people, it couldn't be handled."

Lu Se blinked. This was clearly beyond his knowledge range. He couldn't understand it, so he hurriedly changed the subject: "With so many people, why are there no tables and chairs? Aren't they tired standing?"

Ang tilted his head, and his left hand lifted slightly. *Swish*, a large number of tables and chairs rose from the ground, one of which was pushed directly under Lu Se's butt, lifting him up.

"Eh, hidden tables and chairs, quite comfortable, hmm~" Lu Se stretched, leaned back forcefully, and the chair's curves bent with his stretching, providing the best support for his body. It was so comfortable he didn't want to get up.

"Can it deform?" Negris also curiously jumped onto a chair.

As soon as it lay down, the chair changed according to its body shape. A hole opened behind its butt for its tail, the backrest recessed just enough for its meat wings to overlap, and it even extended a support frame so its chin could rest on it, reducing the burden on its neck.

"These things are too magical, right? So comfortable, I don't want to get up. Where are they sold? I want to buy a set." Lu Se adjusted to the most comfortable position, swaying, and just as sleepiness surged and he almost fell asleep, a strong electric current surged through his body, almost knocking his soul out.

Lu Se screamed and bounced off the chair, landing on the ground, unable to stand steadily, trembling and shaking.

Seeing others suffer, Negris's mood suddenly improved. It laughed: "This thing is to let you work better, not to let you be lazy. Do you know why they were all living people now?"

On the other two chairs, the little zombie and the angel skeleton were lying comfortably. Even though the chairs were sparking with electricity, they remained unmoved.

"Ang, how did you do it?" Negris turned to Ang and asked. As it turned its head, the chair also rotated at the same angle.

Negris clicked its tongue. This was too convenient, right? It was simply for lazy people. It even felt a bit tempted. If it had gotten such a chair to lie on when it was alive, wouldn't it have been able to sleep every day? Where would it have had the heart to spread knowledge?

Ang tilted his head and replied in an uncertain tone: "I seem to be able to control this place."

After speaking, he wiped his hand, and a cloud of light and shadow opened up. On it were countless light spots, each connected by lines.

"Planar coordinate system!? Wow, good stuff. No wonder it's called the World Transit Station. Just this planar coordinate system is enough to make many forces go crazy," Negris exclaimed in admiration.

Lu Se curiously leaned closer to the light and shadow and asked: "What does it mean? Is it very valuable?"

As his gaze gathered on a certain light spot, that light spot suddenly grew larger, and at the same time, a lot of information appeared before his eyes. Subconsciously, he read out the information: "Marisas Fire Elemental Monarch Abyss, Elemental Plane, Main Species: Fire Elemental, Specialty: Fire-type magic crystals, Ruler: Marisas, Monarch level..."

There was a series of information behind it, too long, so Lu Se didn't read it out.

Ang listened for a while and suddenly asked: "Can it plant vegetables?"

"Ah? Plant vegetables? No."

"Oh..." Disappointed, Ang had already put a big cross on this plane in his heart.

Negris was very disdainful of Lu Se's question: "Valuable? Hehe, this is a strategic resource that money can't buy. Do you remember the projection of the Holy Blade Army? The first time, they relied on the coordinates you established to project. The second time, they relied on those two specially trained Holy Servants. If they had this coordinate system map, they wouldn't need Holy Servants, nor would they need you to establish coordinates; they could project directly. Do you know what that means?"

Lu Se naturally knew what that meant, and he gasped: "We can launch a planar invasion at any time?"

Negris almost choked and looked at Lu Se in disbelief: "Your ambition is not small, actually wanting to invade others? Shouldn't you be worried about whether others have the same coordinate system?"

"Oh, right. Will others have such a coordinate system and then quietly project here? Should we strengthen the plane's defense?" Lu Se asked.

"No need, you already have the best defense. The Breath of Rest is the best defense. With it here, who would invade this pla..." Before Negris finished speaking, an idea suddenly popped into its mind, and Lu Se's expression also changed, as if the same idea had popped up.

The two looked at each other and said in unison: "Breath of Rest, is it possible that it is the planar defense set up by the King?"

"Very likely. Otherwise, why would this strange wind blow after the World Transit Station stopped?" Negris said.

"This..." Both were so shocked they didn't know what to say. If one could create a strange wind that lasted for a thousand years and affected the entire plane as a defense, then the Undead King's means were beyond their imagination. At least in Negris's knowledge system, it couldn't imagine how to do this.

"Maybe it's a coincidence, a coincidence," Negris comforted itself.

Regardless of whether it was a coincidence, the Breath of Rest at least protected this plane, letting it avoid destruction from external invasion, including this invasion by the Holy Blade Army. The Breath of Rest trapped most of them in Bingcheng; otherwise, if they had chased and killed them all the way, who knew how many of those who escaped from Bingcheng would have died.

"Then what now? Should we start the teleportation array?" Lu Se asked.

"Start? Can't you see the points on it are all gray? Do you have the energy to start it? This isn't something that can be started with thirty or fifty magic crystals. Do you have magic crystals?" Negris said.

"But isn't it starting here? Maybe it still has energy."

"A thousand-plus years have passed. This bit of energy might just be enough to start the main control room, and who knows when it will stop." Just after speaking, the light and shadow *pop* disappeared, the tables and chairs on the ground *swish* retracted, and the door *whoosh* flipped up.

Negris and the angel skeleton, who lost support, all fell to the ground.

"Your mouth of truth, whatever you say comes true. What now? No energy, can the door still be opened? Will we be trapped to death here?" Lu Se said anxiously.

Ang beckoned. The door could be flipped open, but nothing else could be started. Ang fumbled around, found a place, and pressed it, revealing a hole.

Ang turned out his magic crystals and *clatter, clatter* poured them all in. All 1,500 magic crystals were poured in by him in one go.

*Hum*—the light and shadow of the planar coordinate system appeared again, and the tables and chairs on the ground popped out.

"It really was out of energy. The World Transit Station is a huge energy consumer. The main control room alone is fine, but to run the entire transit station, a thousand-plus magic crystals might not even last a day. This doesn't even count the energy needed for teleportation. The goblins teleported 150 tons of food over, but they collected over a thousand magic crystals from you."

The energy consumption was so high that just thinking about it made one feel guilty, like being able to afford a magic crystal car but not being able to afford the magic crystals to add.

"This... is it that much? The teleportation array in our house only needs ten-plus crystals each time," Lu Se said in shock.

Negris was too lazy to answer him. That one could only teleport one goblin, and a curled-up goblin at that; it also dared to be called a teleportation array?

While they were chatting there, Ang never stopped, because a large amount of information was constantly being transmitted to his soul. As long as he focused his attention on it, information would immediately be transmitted, telling him what functions it had, such as projection, teleportation, detection, projection, etc.

Heaven have mercy, Ang was just a vegetable-planting skeleton; how would he understand so much? This information was transmitted in like a math book, making him look blank.

Especially after putting in magic crystals, perhaps because the energy was sufficient and more functions could run, he got even more information. Among a pile of information, Ang only understood two: Run, Close.

Ang thought for a while and pressed Close.

*Clatter*, everyone sitting on the chairs fell down again, the door closed, and the coordinate system disappeared.

"Why did it stop again? Out of energy again? It shouldn't be that fast, right? Ang, did you close it?" Negris asked.

Ang nodded.

"Why? This is the World Transit Station. The wealth left behind by the Undead Empire. Now that you've inherited it, shouldn't you be excited and can't wait to explore all its functions? Why close it?" Negris asked in confusion.

Ang said righteously: "Can't plant vegetables."

Fortunately, Negris couldn't breathe; otherwise, it would definitely have held its breath. Just because he couldn't plant vegetables, he closed it?!

"Then why did you dig it out?!" Negris roared.

Ang tilted his head: "Curious."

Negris instantly lost its temper. Fine, logical self-consistency. Because he was curious, he dug it out; because he couldn't plant vegetables, he closed it.

However, anger aside, Negris, who had calmed down, suddenly felt that Ang was very right. Because he couldn't plant vegetables, he had to close it. After all, this world had no foundation to support the operation of the teleportation array. They hadn't even solved the problem of eating.

As the God of Knowledge, Negris knew too many such examples. Many races or countries, without solving the problem of food and clothing or the economy, blindly built various wonders, leading to economic collapse, empire destruction, and racial genocide.

Being able to be like Ang, knowing what was truly important, was truly... ah ah ah, I can't make it up anymore. This skeleton just wants to plant vegetables!!

Just as Negris was jumping with anger, Ang's soul suddenly sensed a distant call.

A distant call? Ang tilted his head. The only distant one who would call him was Silver Coin, right?

Consciousness extended over, and sure enough, it was the goblin Silver Coin. At this moment, Silver Coin was hiding in a sewer, and outside were noisy shouts, seemingly chasing something.

And Silver Coin was rotting all over, curled up in a ball, hiding in the sewer, muttering: "Lord Ang bless me, Lord Ang bless me..."

As he muttered, he sensed something projecting onto him. Silver Coin said happily in a low voice: "Lord Ang?"

Ang nodded, not knowing how Silver Coin sensed Ang's nodding action, and continued to say in a low voice: "Lord Ang, I reincarnated successfully, but unfortunately, I was thrown into a mass grave. My body wasn't preserved well, it rotted, and when I climbed up, the villagers saw me. Now they are all surrounding and capturing me."

Back then, after Silver Coin was soul-searched, Ang snatched more than half of his soul. After repairing it, he stuffed it back into the body and didn't care. Projecting across planes, the power weakened too much, and he couldn't do anything.

He didn't expect Silver Coin to successfully reincarnate as a lich, not a zombie, but a lich with wisdom. His luck was simply exploding.

The goblin Craig wanted to reincarnate, and Fielin only dared to give him a wisp of soul fire, not daring to guarantee anything else.

However, his corpse was discovered in the quartermaster's private residence. Because of the single-line contact, no one knew who he was, thinking he was a servant of the quartermaster's house, so the corpse was thrown directly into the mass grave. By the time he woke up, the body had already rotted a lot.

Silver Coin continued: "I woke up and found I had forgotten a lot of things, only remembering that Lord Ang saved me, then bought food, bought teleportation materials. But in my current state, I probably can't complete the mission. Those people will soon search here and drag me out to burn me to death. I'm sorry, my lord, I can't complete the mission."

"Why? Why burn you?" Ang tilted his head in confusion.

"Undead creatures are heretics in this world. If they encounter one, they will definitely burn it to death," Silver Coin said.

Ang remembered his scarecrow hat and said: "Is disguise okay?"

"Ah? My lord, are you talking about illusion?" Silver Coin asked.

Ang didn't know how to explain, so he simply didn't say anything and projected the Purification Art directly over. The Level 3 effect Purification Art, when projected onto Silver Coin, only had a few percent of its effect left, but it was already enough to make the rotting parts heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Don't forget, Ang's magic power recovered super fast, and he projected it continuously at a rate of two or three per second. The effect wasn't much worse than Lisa casting it face-to-face.

Silver Coin held his hands in front of his eyes, looking in disbelief at his palms, which had rotted to the white bone, slowly healing and growing new flesh and skin. He exclaimed in a trembling voice: "Miracle, this is a miracle. My lord, what is this ability?"

"Purification." Ang said.

"Purification? Purification?" Silver Coin muttered, and unknowingly, the light on his body actually brightened a bit.

Silver Coin's active prayer and passive reception had different degrees of power weakening. With Silver Coin's active participation, the Purification Art only weakened to about one-tenth, which was already enough to burst out a faint light.

Under the illumination of these lights, the rotting parts on Silver Coin's body healed rapidly, and even the dirt and stench on his clothes were purified. The originally stinking, rotting goblin slowly turned into a clean, fresh, young goblin.

Silver Coin was overjoyed and said excitedly: "So that's how to disguise, disguise as alive. Too good, this way I can return to the Chamber of Commerce to take over the previous things. Food is ready-made. As long as I get the materials for the teleportation array, I can teleport the food over at a low cost. However, the materials for the teleportation array are not easy to get. They are controlled materials. If it's urgent, I can only spend thirty times the magic crystals to project."

Food? As soon as Ang heard food, he became spirited: "I have a teleportation array."

Right, he had a teleportation array, and it was the World Transit Station, because he couldn't plant vegetables, so he had just closed it.

"Ah? That's too good... No, someone is coming." Just after Silver Coin finished speaking, he heard people talking outside the sewer: "Come two people, go into the sewer and take a look."

Two and a half chapters. ===== CHAPTER 68 =====