[{"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-982":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},2352463,4600,"Chapter 982","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-982",982,"\u003Cp>“Hello there, it’s too crowded here—move aside.” Du Luo Ken grinned as he squeezed through, and a chorus of cracking bones and tearing flesh echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Du Luo Ken returned with the flying cannon cart, Anthony still found it hard to believe. Though he had made preparations, he thought the odds of this happening were negligible—yet it had actually occurred. How bizarre was that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re really Giralamo’s uncle? Just an uncle—why sacrifice so much for him? Illegally deploying a flying cannon cart to bombard a civilian plane? That’s a grave offense,” Anthony said in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The uncle of Giralamo opened his mouth to say something, but Anthony snapped his neck instantly: “I’ll search myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a thorough search, Anthony said: “No wonder—it’s his son. How boring. I’ll have to figure out how to deal with this border patrol unit. Their management is so lax—they let someone privately take out a cannon cart this powerful. But then again, lax management means bribery’s easier.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Luo Ken warned: “How exactly do you plan to handle this? First, the cannon cart’s mine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Can I have it later? I need to use it for a deal first. They’ve lost such a massive cannon cart—they can’t report this. If they can’t report it, they’ll fight us to the death. But we can’t kill them all, or higher-ups will send more troops down. Too much trouble,” Anthony said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Luo Ken said: “Why not just kill them all and reanimate them as undead? Control them via soul links?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, that’d be worse. The Grand Councilor backs us, encouraging us to spread our faith—but if we dare reanimate undead, he’ll come for us first. As long as his Undead Mourning Legion doesn’t move, we could flip the entire Alliance upside down and it wouldn’t matter. Do you want to provoke him?” Anthony said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Luo Ken rolled his eyes and darted off quickly, then returned moments later dragging Ang back: “My lord, you must help me. If you can quickly measure its data, use your Scale Ring to weigh it—I’ll build you a giant cannon cart that flies by itself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, Ang stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Luo Ken immediately corrected himself: “No—build a cannon cart that grows crops! When we take it to a new plane, fire one shot and the seeds are sown. Would that work?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang nodded and flew back toward the flying cannon cart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Luo Ken stood stunned for a moment, then slapped himself hard: “A crop-growing cannon cart? Only you could think of that. Easy to say, but how do you even build it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang entered the flying cannon cart, circled it once inside, then circled it once outside—every parameter was measured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Luo Ken marked the detailed parameters onto his hand-drawn cross-section diagram—the engineering blueprint emerged instantly. Whether to upgrade or enlarge it afterward was child’s play for the Alchemy King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here, take it back. I don’t want it anymore,” Du Luo Ken said, pointing at the flying cannon cart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony summoned Old John and Aji, asked them about the border patrol unit, learned their composition and background, analyzed the situation, then fabricated a “traffic accident” scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A border patrol member stole the cannon cart, drove too fast, and crashed into a floating rock. The cockpit was torn off; the main body remained intact—but the two patrolmen were dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Collisions between airships and floating rocks happened often. Not everyone could see in the pitch-black void like Ang—many simply flew blind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So airships usually stuck to fixed routes, like sea lanes. Random flying leading to death wasn’t unusual—every year, a few unlucky fools died crashing in the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, the fact that the cockpit was destroyed while the cannon cart’s main body remained intact made the patrol captain both puzzled and relieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flying cannon cart was the patrol unit’s most valuable asset. Two deaths didn’t matter—but if the cart was damaged, the entire unit would be punished. Now, only the cockpit was broken, and repairs were simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old John quietly slipped him a bag of gold coins: “The thief was from our village. His illegitimate son raped women in the village and was lynched by the villagers. So he stole the cannon cart to get revenge—but ended up dying on the road.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though he got what he deserved, the cannon cart was still damaged. The villagers feel ashamed. The patrol protects our border safety—we can’t let them be without a cannon cart. So the villagers pooled some money to help repair it. Please, Captain, don’t mention the lynching.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The patrol captain suddenly understood—so Old John came here for this? He weighed the bag in his hand, slipped it into his pocket without expression, then ordered the damaged cart towed back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing how smoothly it went, Old John silently gave Anthony a thumbs-up. The entire scenario, designed by Anthony, now made perfect sense—even if dying from hitting a meteorite was absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Old John’s bribe was perfectly reasonable—the root cause was the villagers’ lynching, and Giant Crystal Village wanted to distance itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain, having taken the money, also wanted to distance Giant Crystal Village—so there’d be no repair costs or compensation. Public property misused and damaged? The offender pays. But the offender was dead—so he’d just have to accept his bad luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s it? That’s how lax their management is? Two dead, and they just brush it off?” Negrilis was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony shrugged: “Isn’t this normal? The Light Alliance hasn’t fought a war in tens of thousands of years. Border garrisons are naturally relaxed. Do they fear an invasion from the Philite Empire? Look at Old John—his patrol duty barely has enough magic crystal for a round trip. I’m not worried the patrol won’t take bribes—I’m worried they’ll take them and then kill witnesses. But at least they’re not completely rotten.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given the Light Alliance’s current state, maintaining this level on the border was already impressive. At least there were no private slaveholding or population concealment scandals. In the Main Plane or the Starburst Plane, entire villages might be replaced with heretics—something Anthony was already doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Anthony’s heart stirred. He looked outward and said: “Faradi’s here. Call Ang back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t she here for you? Why call Ang back?” Though puzzled, Negrilis projected his voice to summon Ang, then projected back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Faradi burst in, radiant and breathless, excitedly saying:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Anthony, your method works wonders! Grouping suitable people together, creating challenges to make them cooperate—or even just scaring them a little—this month, twelve couples have successfully paired up! You’re incredible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, so you see—Savior Goddess’s task isn’t so easy. Come, let me see your progress,” Anthony said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faradi extended her palm. Anthony pretended to examine it closely. Ang slipped silently behind her and lightly plucked at her back, snatching several clumps of Dawn Essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether from too many successful pairings boosting her divine power, or something else, the Dawn Essence Ang harvested this time far exceeded what he’d taken the first time—but Faradi remained completely unaware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who knew if the Dawn Goddess even existed? If one day she checked accounts with Faradi and found a total mismatch, trouble would follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With sufficient Dawn Essence, Ang could finally resume his research. After a night of careful comparison and wasting countless materials, he produced two black orbs shimmering with seven-colored light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are these?” Negrilis asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang picked up one, squeezed it, then hurled it hard at the crystal pillar ahead—it exploded into a black sphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black sphere vanished—and with it, the portion of the crystal pillar it had touched. The pillar had been literally “eaten” away by the black sphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony and Du Luo Ken’s eyes lit up. Negrilis drew a sharp breath: “Darkness Force—Origin Demon Egg?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1291,"2026-06-21T03:18:46.613Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2677bcdef3e910a082f3c1e7dd528617b8fc1382c2ee7ab4ffad1c224c98a457","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-983","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-981",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]