Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 65 - : Chapter 62 Plane Projection_2

Chapter 65: Chapter 62 Plane Projection_2

Translator: 549690339

In the human world, goblin engineers have invented a machine for harvest, but compared with Ange ls method of holding the sickle upside down, it was much slower.

After reaping the crops, the sky gradually darkened, and soon it was evening.

The stalks were bundled up and dragged by Lightning to the edge of the large pit dug by Little Zombie.

The wind gradually picked up. Ange had to gather all the crops into the pit before the Resting Wind blew. Otherwise, the grains would turn into powder after being blown all night.

There was no time to thresh, Ange harvested the ears directly with his sickle and dropped them into the pit, covering the bottom of the pit.

All the ears of grain were cut, and everyone jumped into the pit, reclining directly on the ears. The Resting Wind finally blew, howling as it passed.

Negris made a hole in the grain, curled up comfortably as if he was a giant dragon lying on a pile of treasures, and exclaimed, “You really did it, sowing and harvesting all in one day. Even this boundless wilderness can be transformed into fertile farmland. You have truly changed the world.”

Ange cocked his head, but before he could speak, Lightning dismissed his effort, “Change what? It took all day and we only got about two hundred acres. Not counting winter — Does this place even have winter? Let’s say three hundred days a year, and we only have about sixty thousand acres. How much can the crops from sixty thousand acres really change?”

“The human world would have millions of acres of farmland, and that’s not even mentioning their economic crops. Their wild flowers and trees range to hundreds of millions of hectares. This world is too barren. There aren’t even enough trees. It’s hard already to just survive. It would be better if we all collectively committed suicide and reincarnated as the Undead.” Lightning was as spiteful as always.

There was enough time in the Resting Camp for Ange to plant three hundred acres at once, but in the wilderness, with time being tight and tasks heavy, for safety’s sake, he had reduced the area of a single planting to two hundred acres.

“Hehe.” Negris gave him a scornful look. “Ange himself plants two hundred acres a day, but what if there were other people to help with sowing, watering, and harvesting, and Ange was only responsible for accelerating growth with his aura, how many acres do you think can be planted in one day?”

Lightning opened his mouth but could not find words, indeed, if there were others to assist, Ange could at least cast the aura three times a day, and the time wouldn’t be as tight as it is now. He could speed up three or four hundred acres at once, that would be more than a thousand acres, close to three hundred thousand acres in a year.

“And don’t you think the yield of these crops is quite high? The yield per acre is at least three times the yield of ordinary crops, but you are right, this world is too barren, no matter how much food we produce, it won’t really change much.”

Lightning gulped, three hundred thousand acres, and multiply the yield by three, which was close to the output of one million acres. Many medium-sized kingdoms wouldn’t have necessarily so much food output.

And all of this was just the result of Ange’s effort, calling it a world-changing achievement wasn’t an exaggeration.

Lightning stubbornly responded, “It’s impossible to plant so much. Does the aura not have any cost? It can’t be on all day.”

This was a question that Negris had indeed overlooked, he turned to Ange and asked, “Does it cost anything to activate your aura?”

“Two thousand Soul Flames,” Ange responded.

To keep the aura activated for three hours consumed more than two thousand Soul Flames. In fact, this cost was greater than transporting an equivalent weight of grain from the Resting Camp, but don’t forget, transportation was only the shipping fee while the aura was the production cost.

Moreover, Ange was very happy. He finally found a use for the Soul Flames.

With more and more believers, he had started to receive one to two thousand Soul Flames every day and didn’t know how to use them. Even if he activated the aura every day, he could maintain a balance of income and expenditure.

He could produce endless grains just by expending the faith of his believers. It really was a profitable business with no investment. Lightning could not find an angle to criticize and bit down bitterly on the grains beneath him.

After an initial chew, it felt a bit doubtful. Then after a few more cautious bites, its eyes suddenly brightened, exclaiming, “This is delicious, very delicious, and the grains are super tasty.”

Three consecutive ‘delicious’, made Negris curious, but unfortunately, he couldn’t eat, so he could only ask, “How so?”

“It’s fragrant, sweet, and glutinous. It bursts in your mouth, and every grain distinctly different, it is even more delicious than the elves’ tastiest moon grain.” Lightning was so excited that it wanted to take another bite, but Little Zombie rushed over and headbutted it.

The angel skeleton also rushed in front of it, spreading out its hands and legs on the grains, a ‘it’s all mine’ expression on its face as it stared at Lightning.

“Awoo!” called Ange, summoning the two little ones back. This pit was Lightning’s exclusive food spot, and Ange wouldn’t begrudge wasting some crops on it.

Lying in a bed of sweet-smelling grain, leisurely eating to his heart’s content, wasn’t this the life he’d always dreamed of? If only he could sprout a horn.

As Lightning was lost in his fantasies, he was abruptly jolted back to reality. “Oh no, I need to pee.”

“No way!” Negris was the first to react. The pit was filled with grain; even a single fart would make all the food in the pit inedible.

“But…but…l can’t hold it in.” Lightning grimaced, glancing down at the grain beneath him, then up at the Resting Wind howling past outside the pit. If he dared to climb out, he was sure to be blown into a zombie.

Ange crawled over, grabbed Lightning’s foot, and dragged him backwards into the Resting Palace. He dug a hole in an empty part of the farm for Lightning to relieve himself before letting him out.

“You weigh like a thousand pounds, don’t you? It takes Soul Flame energy to move you in, and more to move you out. Your pee is truly expensive. You sure you don’t want to just cut it out?” Negris scoffed.

“It’s not like you have to go, can’t you just hold it? Or should we just cut it out?” Lightning retorted without missing a beat. He wasn’t afraid to enter a war of words with anyone.

Amidst their bickering, Ange suddenly sensed a voice: “Master Ange….save me….”

Ange was somewhat bewildered; this was the first time he’d received a distant call of faith like this. Typically, he’d hear such voices when receiving Soul Flames from believers in the temple up close. But right now, there were no believers or Soul Flames around him.

Following the voice, Ange sent his consciousness probing, and quickly found the source within a conscious mind. He recognized who was calling him—it was, surprisingly, the Goblin Silver Coin.

At that moment, Silver Coin’s neck had just been snapped by a Black Warrior, and his soul and memories were about to be drained.

Feeling Angel s presence, Silver Coin cried out urgently, “Lord Ange, I pledge to believe in you with the same devotion I have for money. You are my goal. I will spread your glory. Save me… ” Before he could finish, a force had already begun tearing at his soul.

A cluster of Soul Flame emerged from Silver Coin’s consciousness, which a somewhat bewildered Ange managed to grab hold of.

Truth be told, Silver Coin had called out to the wrong person. Ange wasn’t really a qualified deity. He didn’t know what to do in such a situation, but he did his best anyway, instinctively wrestling with the force pulling at Silver Coin’s soul. Ange managed to save at least half of Silver Coin’s soul.

But then what? Ange, unsure of what to do, watched as Silver Coin’s lifeless body was tossed aside, and the Black Warriors disappeared. After some consideration, he figured he should return the soul back to where it came from.

So he tried, but a soul missing half its parts couldn’t return to its original place. What could he do? Fill in the gaps. Intuitively, Ange drew on his own Soul Energy to try and repair Silver Coin’s damaged soul.

With this adjustment, Angels head immediately erupted with flames, as a large amount of Soul Energy traversed dimensions, pouring into Silver Coin’s fragmented soul.

It was merely a Soul Fire. On a normal day, Ange could easily mold it with a hand wave. However, this time, it was much harder than he expected, requiring almost ten times his usual energy to mend Silver Coin’s soul.

After returning the soul to its original place, Ange could no longer keep up and his consciousness quickly retracted back into his body.

Coming to his senses, he saw little Zombie, Angel Skeleton and Negris looking at him with concerned expressions, “What happened? Why did your Soul Energy suddenly burst out?”

Ange described the situation, leaving Negris with a strange look on his face, “You mean you just performed interdimensional projection in response to a believer’s call?”

Merging two chapters into one, let’s discuss rationally. If there are any loopholes, I’ll secretly edit them.