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Turn It Off","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-67",67,"\u003Cp>“According to my research, this door should be opened with a key—once you have the key, you can easily push it open,” Negrilis said, forcing himself to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This should be a door activated by a magic rune, requiring some form of authentication—and that authentication is a key. Unfortunately, who knows what kind of authentication it uses?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So if I can’t open it, it’s not my fault. What key others use is outside the scope of “knowledge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Negrilis had already regretted it. When he boasted earlier, he’d used the word “omniscient”—a phrase meant to deceive believers, because followers of the God of Knowledge would never ask absurdly mundane questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when he saw Ang was a tiny skeleton, he’d casually lied—and ended up falling into the pit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it, I’m the God of Knowledge, not the God of Common Sense, nor the God of Current Events. In the thousand years I was sealed away and cut off from my followers, how could I possibly know what happened?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Negrilis was muttering inwardly in frustration, Ang pushed his left hand against the wall—and the wall toppled inward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“????” Negrilis’s mind exploded with question marks: “What’s going on? It wasn’t locked? So easy to push open? Is your Cross-Dimension Hand the key?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head, then waved his hand curiously—and the wall flipped back up, blocking the corridor again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he pushed against the wall with his right hand—unmoved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis stepped forward and pushed with his tiny claws—no movement. Others took turns: Lu Se, who arrived late, included—all tried pushing the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ultimately confirmed: only Ang’s left hand could move it. Undoubtedly, the Cross-Dimension Hand was the key to activating the Control Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I knew it—the Soul Network and the Godhead are both on you, last heir of the Empire! You’ve got the luck of the damned. Wait, I’m still alive too—why didn’t I inherit the Empire’s legacy? Is it because I’m not an undead? This is discrimination! This is discrimination!” Negrilis fumed inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Control Tower’s interior was plain, crude, minimalist—yes, it was empty. Nothing at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only in the corner stood a row of skeletons. From the rotting fabrics clinging to them, these were once living beings who died here. If they’d been skeletons in life, they wouldn’t have worn clothes. If they’d been liches, their corpses wouldn’t have decayed into bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These must have been the former operators of the Control Tower,” Negrilis guessed. “When the World Transit Station suddenly shut down and the gates closed, they were trapped here until death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se, who arrived too late for the battle, asked gloomily: “Why did the Control Tower need so many people? Isn’t it just controlling the teleportation array? And why even control it? Just plug in mana crystals to activate it, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis sneered: “Uneducated fool. Do you know why this place is called the World Transit Station? It’s one of the rare dimensional transit hubs—over a hundred transmissions daily, involving countless dimensions. Coordinates, distances, cargo weight, volume, type, required mana crystals—all must be precisely calculated. Too few people couldn’t handle it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se blinked. This was clearly beyond his knowledge—he didn’t understand. He quickly changed the subject: “If there are so many people, why no chairs or tables? Don’t they get tired standing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head, lifted his left hand slightly—and with a whoosh, tables and chairs rose from the floor. One directly shoved itself under Lu Se’s buttocks, lifting him up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Hidden chairs? Pretty comfy, hmm~” Lu Se stretched, leaned back hard—the chair’s curves bent to match his body, offering perfect support. So comfortable, he didn’t want to get up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can it change shape?” Negrilis hopped onto a chair, curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he lay down, the chair adjusted to his form: a hole opened beneath his tail, the backrest dipped to cradle his wings, and a support extended beneath his chin, relieving neck strain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These things are too amazing! So comfortable, I don’t want to get up. Where can I buy one? I want a whole set.” Lu Se adjusted into the most comfortable position, swaying drowsily—then a powerful electric current surged through his body, nearly blasting his soul out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se screamed, leaping off the chair, stumbling to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing others suffer, Negrilis’s mood improved instantly. He laughed: “This is meant to help you work better, not to let you slack off. Do you know why all the operators were alive?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On two other chairs, the zombie and the angelic skeleton lay comfortably—electric sparks crackled from the chairs, yet they remained unmoved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ang, how did you do that?” Negrilis turned to Ang—and the chair rotated with him, matching his turn exactly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis gasped. This was too convenient—literally designed for lazybones. If I’d had one like this back when I was alive, I’d have slept all day. Who’d have the energy to spread knowledge?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head and replied uncertainly: “I think… I can control this place.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a sweep of his hand, a projection of light unfolded—filled with countless dots, each connected by faint, shimmering lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dimensional Coordinate System!? Wow, incredible! No wonder it’s called the World Transit Station—just this coordinate map alone would drive many factions mad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se leaned in, curious: “What does it mean? Is it valuable?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his gaze fixed on one dot, it suddenly expanded, revealing a flood of information. Unconsciously, he read aloud: “Marissas, Fire Elemental Lord, Abyss, Elemental Plane, primary species: Fire Elementals, specialty: Fire Mana Crystals, ruler: Marissas, Lord Rank…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More information followed—but it was too long, so Lu Se stopped reading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After listening for a while, Ang suddenly asked: “Can you grow vegetables?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Grow vegetables? No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh…” Disappointed, Ang mentally marked this dimension with a big X.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis scoffed at Lu Se’s question: “Valuable? Hah! This is a strategic resource you can’t buy even with money. Remember the Saint Blade Army’s deployment? First time, they used your coordinates. Second time, they relied on those two specially trained Holy Servants. With this coordinate map, they wouldn’t need Holy Servants or your coordinates—they could deploy directly. Do you understand what that means?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se, of course, understood. He sucked in a sharp breath: “We could launch dimensional invasions anytime?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis nearly choked. He stared at Lu Se in disbelief: “You’ve got big ambitions, huh? You want to invade others? Shouldn’t you be worried whether someone else has the same coordinate map?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh right—could someone else have this map and quietly deploy here? Should we strengthen dimensional defenses?” Lu Se asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need. You already have the best defense—the Wind of Rest. With it, no one would invade this dimension…” Negrilis hadn’t finished when a thought struck him. Lu Se’s expression changed too—they’d both realized the same thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They exchanged a glance and spoke simultaneously: “Could the Wind of Rest be the King’s dimensional defense?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Very likely. Otherwise, why did that strange wind start blowing after the World Transit Station shut down?” Negrilis said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This…” Both were stunned into silence. If a King could summon a thousand-year-long, continent-wide anomaly as a defense, his power surpassed their imagination. In Negrilis’s knowledge system, he couldn’t even conceive how such a thing was possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe it’s coincidence. Just coincidence,” Negrilis muttered to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether coincidence or not, the Wind of Rest had protected this dimension from outside invasion—including this time, the Saint Blade Army’s incursion. The Wind trapped most of them in Ice City; otherwise, those who escaped would’ve been slaughtered one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what now? Should we activate the teleportation array?” Lu Se asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Activate? Don’t you see all the dots are gray? Do you have the energy to activate it? This isn’t something you can power with thirty or fifty mana crystals. Do you even have mana crystals?” Negrilis said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But isn’t it already running? Maybe it still has energy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A thousand years have passed. That energy might barely power the main control room—and who knows when it’ll run out?” No sooner had he spoken than the projection vanished with a snap. The chairs and tables retracted with a whoosh. The door flipped shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis and the angelic skeleton tumbled to the floor, deprived of support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You cursed mouth! What you say, what you say—now what? No energy left. Can the door still open? Are we going to die trapped here?” Lu Se panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang waved his hand—the door opened again, but nothing else activated. He felt around, found a spot, pressed it—and a hole appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang pulled out his mana crystals—rattling, he dumped them all in. All one thousand five hundred crystals, poured in at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hum—and the dimensional coordinate projection reappeared. The chairs and tables rose again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course it was out of energy. The World Transit Station is a massive energy hog. The main control room alone is manageable—but to run the entire station, a thousand-plus crystals might not last a day, not counting the energy needed for actual teleportation. The goblins sent over a hundred and fifty tons of grain—and charged you over a thousand mana crystals.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer energy consumption made one’s heart ache—like owning a mana-car but being unable to afford the fuel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… so much? Our teleportation array only needs ten or so crystals per use!” Lu Se exclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis didn’t even bother replying. That thing could barely teleport a single goblin—crunched up, no less—and you call it a teleportation array?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While they chatted, Ang didn’t stop. Vast streams of information flooded into his soul. Whenever he focused on a point, information immediately came: functions like deployment, teleportation, detection, projection, etc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poor Ang—he was just a vegetable-growing skeleton. How could he understand all this? The information poured in like a math textbook—he stared blankly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially after inserting the mana crystals—perhaps now with sufficient power, more functions activated, and more information flooded in. Among the deluge, Ang understood only two: Run, Shut Down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang thought for a moment—and pressed Shut Down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plop. Everyone on the chairs tumbled down. The door closed. The coordinate map vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why did it stop again? No energy left again? So soon? Ang, did you shut it off?” Negrilis asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why? This is the World Transit Station! The Empire’s legacy! You’ve inherited it—shouldn’t you be thrilled, eager to explore every function? Why shut it off?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang replied matter-of-factly: “Can’t grow vegetables.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Negrilis could breathe, he’d have suffocated. Shut it off just because it can’t grow vegetables?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why did you dig it out?!” Negrilis roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head: “Curious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis instantly deflated. Fine. Logical. Curiosity made him dig it out. Can’t grow vegetables—so he shut it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still annoyed, Negrilis calmed down—and suddenly realized Ang was right. Since it couldn’t grow vegetables, shutting it off made sense. After all, this world lacked even the basic infrastructure to sustain a teleportation array—they hadn’t even solved food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the God of Knowledge, Negrilis knew countless examples: civilizations or nations, before solving hunger or economy, blindly built wonders—leading to economic collapse, empire ruin, species extinction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To know what truly matters, like Ang… ah, ah, ah—I can’t keep lying to myself. This skeleton just wants to grow vegetables!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Negrilis was fuming, Ang’s soul suddenly sensed a distant call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A distant call? Ang tilted his head. The only distant thing that ever called him was Silvercoin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He extended his awareness—and sure enough, it was Silvercoin. The goblin was hiding in a sewer, outside loud shouts echoed—someone was chasing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silvercoin’s body was rotting, curled into a ball in the gutter, muttering: “My Lord Ang protect me, my Lord Ang protect me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he muttered, he sensed something projecting onto him. Silvercoin whispered in delight: “Lord Ang?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang nodded. He didn’t know how Silvercoin sensed his nod, but the goblin continued: “Lord Ang, I’ve successfully reincarnated—but my body was poorly preserved, rotted away. When I rose, villagers saw me—and now they’re hunting me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Silvercoin’s soul was scoured, Ang had salvaged most of it, repaired it, and shoved it back into the body—then ignored it. Across dimensions, the projection’s power was too weak to do anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Silvercoin had successfully reincarnated as a lich—not a zombie, but a sentient lich. His luck was insane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Grog wanted to reincarnate, Phelin dared only give him a soul flame—nothing else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his corpse was found in the quartermaster’s private residence. Since he was a single-line contact, no one knew who he was—they assumed he was the quartermaster’s servant—and dumped him in the mass grave. By the time he awoke, his body was already badly decayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silvercoin continued: “When I woke up, I’d forgotten so much. I only remembered Lord Ang saved me, then bought grain, bought teleportation materials. But now… I can’t fulfill my mission. They’ll find me soon, drag me out, burn me. I’m sorry, Lord—I can’t complete the mission.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why burn you?” Ang tilted his head, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Undead are heretics in this world. If found, they’re burned alive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang remembered his straw hat. “Can you disguise?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? You mean illusion magic?” Silvercoin asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang didn’t know how to explain. He said nothing—just projected the Purify Appearance spell. The Level Three effect, when projected across dimensions, weakened to a fraction—but still enough to visibly heal his rotting flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t forget: Ang’s mana regenerated incredibly fast—two or three per second, continuously. The effect wasn’t far from Lisha casting it face-to-face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silvercoin stared at his hands, now slowly healing—new flesh and skin growing over exposed bone. He trembled in awe: “Miracle! This is a miracle! Lord, what power is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Purify Appearance,” Ang said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Purify Appearance? Purify Appearance?” Silvercoin murmured. Unconsciously, his glow brightened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Active prayer versus passive reception changed the power loss. With Silvercoin’s active faith, Purify Appearance weakened only to about one-tenth—enough to emit a faint radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under this light, Silvercoin’s rotting flesh healed rapidly. Dirt and stench were purified. The once foul, decaying goblin slowly transformed into a clean, vibrant young goblin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silvercoin was overjoyed. “So this is how to disguise—pretend to be alive! Perfect! Now I can return to the guild, reclaim my old assets. The grain’s already there. Just get teleportation materials, and I can send grain cheaply. But materials are controlled. If urgently needed, I’d have to pay thirty times the mana crystals to teleport.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Food? At the mention of food, Ang perked up: “I have a teleportation array.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, he had a teleportation array—a world transit hub—but since he couldn’t grow vegetables, he’d just shut it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Then that’s great… no good, someone’s coming.” The silver coin had barely finished speaking when voices reached them from outside the sewer: “Send two people to check the sewer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two and a half chapters\u003C\u002Fp>",2451,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4f064362b1f87a07aa62f9f15c633bdf7b21d8a63753986c0f3d3b8b0ae7bed7","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-68","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-66",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]