Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

“Look again, pure Soul Crystals.”

Ange crystallized another heap of Soul Crystals, his energy ever abundant. A Soul Crystal and Soul Energy are simply different forms of the same essence. Their conversion doesn’t cause much loss.

The demon, whose eyes were about to roll back, opened them wide again.

“And there are food, cloth, salt, fertilizer, Holy Essence Liquid, World Tree branches, Fruit of Life, Elf Beans, Upgrade Beans, um, and gold and silver coins. Do you want any of these? If so, you just have to pay the right price, and all these things can be yours…” Negris’ voice was low and full of temptation.

The Lord of Terror’s eyes lit up and his gaze darted around these items on the ground. He wished he could scoop them all up. But when he heard ‘price’, he immediately snapped back to attention.

This was the kind of talk he enjoyed tricking others with. Why did it feel like the roles had switched? Who was the real demon here?

Be wary, don’t be fooled, be wary, don’t succumb to temptation. The demon reminded itself, but every time it glanced at the pile of goods, it wavered slightly, finally abandoning all resistance. “Just tell me what you want, I want this, this, and this.”

After some haggling, the Lord of Terror signed a tight contract. In its eyes, it was on the losing end, but everyone else thought it was fair. To a demon, fairness was equivalent to a great loss.

Having asked all his questions, Ange threw three hundred Soul Crystals into the fire pit, where under the flames, the Soul Crystals slowly dissipated.

Negris was pleased. Soul Crystals were now the least valuable thing Ange possessed. The daily influx of donations from the faithful had built up reserves of Soul Energy, not to mention the Instant Death Halo wasn’t in use, so all that soul energy just accumulated.

Despite the cost of hundreds of Soul Crystals, they obtained key information: “The Land of Slumber was lost in the void, and that Undead was the graveyard’s Night Watchman in the Land of Slumber. There are about a dozen others like him, but he was the most restless, dug up some stuff in the graveyard and ran, including Luna’s Saintly Fragment.”

“He also gave an approximate set of coordinates. Following them might lead to the graveyard in the Land of Slumber, home to tens of millions to billions of Undead, preserved intact, because the Land of Slumber was established just to protect these corpses. Once we find it, we can regain the Undead Empire’s most powerful force.”

“But the coordinates are too vague. We need a powerful Space Mage, and a Dimension Beast…”

As he said this, Negris and Ange turned their heads to look at the large cat that was sneakily creeping over. Discovering it had been noticed, the big cat let out a ‘meow’ and dove towards the Fruit of Life on the ground.

The Fruit of Life was the size of a washbasin, not much smaller than the large cat, but as it pounced, covering it with its fur, it disappeared.

Getting to the Fruit of Life, the big cat turned to run, but it wasn’t as fast as Ange, who grabbed its hind legs and yanked hard.

“Alright, we have the Dimension Beast. Now we just need a powerful Space Mage and we can start our journey to find the graveyard in the Land of Slumber. Once we find the graveyard, we might know why it was separated from the Resting Camp and what really happened back then.”

“Remember the Stripping Female Mage? Her Spatial Magic was incredibly strong, likely on the same level as a Magic Tutor. We can ask for her help, or maybe hire someone from the Mercenary Guild. What do you think?” Negris was full of enthusiasm, and couldn’t wait to begin their adventure.

“No,” Ange refused outright.

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