Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 1640 - 1201: Small Habits Are Hard to Change

"Plant, harvest, eat, natural, burn, unnatural, slaughter, life and death, natural, massacre, unnatural." The giant tree spat out one word at a time, slowly and leisurely, without any emotion, merely stating a fact plainly.

Although it was a head-scratcher, the Star Progeny Master seemed to understand; planting to eat is natural, but burning is not. Now, killing so many intelligent beings is akin to burning grain, not part of nature.

This could barely be explained, but: "Then why didn’t you stop me when I initiated the Light Disaster? The Light Disaster can have an effect similar to slaughter. You didn’t care about the Light Disaster, but you interfere when we kill a few people?" the Star Progeny Master questioned.

Anthony’s brain ached; how would he know why the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms didn’t care about the Light Disaster? He wasn’t the real Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, but trying to impersonate it meant he had to fill this gap. How to do it? Anthony pondered deeply.

To the Star Progeny Master, it looked like prolonged silence, so prolonged that he thought the giant tree didn’t want to answer. Finally, it said slowly: "The Light Disaster is natural; even if you don’t cause it, it will happen. Naturally, there will be ways to resolve it, and life will find its own path."

This statement had a mystical air, but the Star Progeny Master listened because it matched the personality of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms. It even considered the Light Disaster part of nature? Even if not induced, it would erupt? Was there really such a thing?

Forget it, let’s not dwell on this, the Star Progeny Master asked: "Then what are you doing here? Avenging those intelligent beings?"

"I picked up their consciousness. Next time it blooms, the fruits will hang from the branches." The God of Tree said leisurely.

The Star Progeny Master realized: "So it’s you; I’ve been trying to match accounts with the Origin Divine Light all this time, but they didn’t add up. So, you stole the consciousness."

The giant tree did not respond; if he could think that way, it would be best, and that’s precisely what Anthony hoped for, to shift the blame onto someone else.

"What about these fields, why here? Are you planning to cultivate them?" the Star Progeny Master asked.

The giant tree answered slowly: "Growth is life’s instinct. I’m just planning better growth; this environment is too harsh. You, why are you here?"

"Why am I here? This place is inherently mine, I..." the Star Progeny Master said, somewhat annoyed, but before finishing, he saw the giant tree, which had not moved, step forward and lazily walk towards the fireball, in a can’t-be-bothered-to-listen-to-your-lies manner.

The Star Progeny Master moved his wrist but didn’t dare to slash out with his blade. It’s just a tree, cutting it down won’t affect the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, but animosity between them would be unnecessary.

Might as well ignore it, the Star Progeny Master landed on the ground and began digging into the soil.

In the consciousness space, Negris was startled: "He returned also for the White Crystal?" ƒгeewebnovёl_com

"Possible, he left with the Gray Divine Star but returned quietly as the Gray Divine Star flew away. What’s here to attract him?" Anthony asked.

"Only the White Crystal, but why didn’t he dig before? And what does he want the White Crystal for?" Negris asked.

"Unless none existed before and now they do; what changed from before to now?" Anthony asked.

Negris speculated: "High temperatures? The heat released by the God Star? Massive death of intelligent beings? Or did a very special consciousness, burned by the God Star’s high temperatures, condense the White Crystal?"

"Haha, if so, things just get interesting, why doesn’t the Gray Divine Star collect these White Crystals? Does it not care for these White Crystals without a Clan, or doesn’t know they form this way? If it’s the latter, things get interesting. Remember I mentioned the Gray Divine Star might not be a real God Star?" Anthony asked.

"Why? Just because its reactions are too human-like?" Negris asked.

"Of course. Remember how I figured Dyson had two avatars? Habits cultivated by intelligent beings are hard to change, like how you like to take deep breaths because as Giant Dragons, it helps quickly lower body temperature for calming down."

"Even if completely dead, your habits haven’t changed; breathing too, ’puff puff puff,’ from breathing habits formed as a Giant Dragon. You have hundreds of small habits; even seeing just your legs, I could recognize you from the leg’s small movements," Anthony said.

Negris took a deep breath, shocked: "Is it that obvious?"

"You see, even in consciousness space, your habits haven’t changed." Anthony said.

"Forget it; it’s a habit, lazy to change. What habit does the Gray Divine Star have?" Negris asked.

Anthony said: "I can’t observe any yet; I’ve only seen him in consciousness space, but his reactions markedly differ from the Star Progeny Master. Can you tell any characteristics in the Star Progeny Master’s reactions?"

"Stiff? I feel many reactions are imitated." Negris said.

"Right, even you can see how stiff it is. Though lately his reactions became more lively, it must be due to mastery, still leaving traces of practice. The Gray Divine Star’s certain reactions aren’t those of a God Star unless it once lived a very long human life; they shouldn’t be so animated."

Continuing, Anthony switched tone: "Of course, these are just my conjectures. After all, imprisoned for so long, what changes might occur, who knows."

Right when they were discussing this, down below where the Star Progeny Master was digging, an angry question arose: "Where’s my White Crystal? My White Crystal? Did you collect it? Give it back."

Anthony quickly stated: "Anger is the most intense emotion, not imitation." Then he projected outward.

"Are you looking for it? No Clan, is it useful? Left in the soil, hindering growth, I’ve already removed it." The giant tree said slowly.

"You... I... that’s the White Crystal, the White Crystal, which can hold consciousness, I..." the Star Progeny Master was anxious to fight. If the one in front wasn’t the ’Tree of Ten Thousand Realms,’ he surely would have acted.

"I’ve never seen Clan-less White Crystals, what use does it have? How is it formed? What do you want with it? Answer me, find back the White Crystal." The giant tree asked slowly.

The Star Progeny Master was a bit bewildered. Why would the ’part of nature’ Tree of Ten Thousand Realms suddenly ask about these things?

However, hearing the White Crystal could be found, the Star Progeny Master momentarily set aside the doubt, turning to say: "I have some Clan needing them to carry consciousness."

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