Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1295 - Chapter 1295 As long as the extinction is fast the 858 wont

Chapter 1295: As long as the extinction is fast, the 858 won’t degenerate Chapter 1295: As long as the extinction is fast, the 858 won’t degenerate “Damn, you civilization destroyer! Such a powerful Truth Mage and I’ve never even heard his name,” Negris didn’t know what else to say.

A Truth Mage who invented the Spatial Slingshot, a Truther who discovered the Dark Element, he should have been renowned through the ages. Yet, there’s not only no biography about him, but even Negris had no recollection of this name. You can imagine just how thoroughly Anthony must have burned everything.

Negris used to have believers, and their knowledge was its knowledge. If even it had no impression, it meant that including its believers, nobody had ever heard the name Tuxi Rikis.

This basically meant that all traces of Tuxi Rikis’s existence had been erased.

Anthony scratched his nose awkwardly, “Indeed, that’s not too good. I shouldn’t burn them anymore, I’ll find a place to bury them instead.”

Soon everyone followed Tuxi Rikis to the base of the Mage Tower. As they got closer, they immediately noticed something was amiss. Anthony asked, “Lord Tuxi, did you teleport the entire town here?”

Tuxi Rikis sighed, “Yes, the whole town was built on top of a Teleportation Array. Originally, the teleportation range was only the central part, and normal teleportation wouldn’t have been a problem. I didn’t expect the Spatial Slingshot to affect the entire town, and during transmission, the whole town was teleported over.”

“Wow, that’s incredible! To be able to teleport an entire town so far, your Spatial Slingshot truly is a remarkable secret technique,” Anthony praised with slight exaggeration, making Tuxi Rikis beam with joy. However, his smile quickly fell at the next sentence.

“Why aren’t there any other residents?” Anthony looked around the deathly silent town and asked.

Tuxi Rikis said despondently, “Aside from myself, no one could live until today, sixty thousand years later.”

Negris couldn’t help but interject to ask, “That’s not right, couldn’t they have children? Couldn’t their descendants continue to thrive? The population should have kept increasing.”

Tuxi Rikis shook his head, “The residents who were teleported with me numbered less than eight hundred. I don’t know how, but as they continued to give birth, after about fifteen generations, there were children born with missing hands, legs, and blind eyes, some grew fur and tails, and many more perished before birth. Around four hundred years later, after the last person died, I was left alone.”

“Only eight hundred people? I see, degeneration of bloodlines,” Negris suddenly realized.

“Bloodline degeneration?” Tuxi Rikis was obviously not an expert in this field and lacked understanding of the concept. However, after taking a longer look at Negris, it suddenly dawned on him, “Bronze Dragon?”

For a human, being able to remember anything from sixty thousand years ago was already quite an accomplishment.

Negris asked, feigning ignorance, “Yes, Bronze Dragon, have you ever seen a creature like me?”

“I have; maybe we even come from the same place. Do you know someone named… Leofina, I think?” Tuxi Rikis asked.

Negris shook his head but quickly said in the Soul Network, “Leofina is my great-great-great-grandmother. He indeed comes from the Master Plane.”

Tuxi Rikis regretted, “That’s a shame. As you said, it could be due to bloodline degeneration. You Giant Dragon Clan would know best since, in the Plane I come from, the Giant Dragon Clan was also rare. They were the most likely to have suffered from bloodline degeneration.”

Negris grimaced, muttering to itself: As long as you go extinct fast enough, there’s no chance of bloodline degeneration.

The Giant Dragon Clan should currently be more concerned about the threat of extinction, like the Bronze Dragon, which was functionally extinct since all the males had died out.

Thanks to Ange reviving its body and solving the issue with its egg-binding problems, at least for a substantial period, there was no need to worry about extinction.

Approaching the Mage Tower, the Monarch’s thoughts repeatedly scanned the Mage Tower and nearby buildings, ensuring there were no prohibitions. Only then did they land on the platform at the top of the Mage Tower. However, once inside the Mage Tower, everyone was stunned.

Even someone as smooth as Anthony was at a loss for words, “Lord Tuxi, the conditions here are… quite harsh, aren’t they?”

What meet the eyes is an empty room space, even ‘bare walls’ doesn’t seem descriptive enough–there is only one bed, not even a chair.

Tuxi Rikis chuckled and said, “Because elemental transfer is quite strenuous, I try not to move things here.”

As he spoke, he concentrated his mind, and soon several chairs, a bottle of juice, and a few cups appeared beside him, then he said with slight embarrassment, “Tables are too big to transfer easily, so let’s just hold them in our hands, I’m so sorry. Please have a seat and enjoy some water.”

Negris and Anthony exchanged glances, and then both looked at Ange simultaneously–wasn’t this the Dimensional Space Positioning Transfer Bracelet? It transfers items from the dimensional space.

However, later Ange mastered the Boundary-crossing Hand, enabling him to reach directly into spaces and pull things out. Although Tuxi Rikis’s hands had no bracelet visible, it clearly wasn’t the Boundary-crossing Hand, so the one thing they could be sure of was that he possessed a dimensional space.

Why were they certain it was a dimensional space and not a storage space? Because the juice still retained its freshness–it was freshly squeezed.

An invisible Hand of the Mage held the juice bottle, pouring it into the cups, then handed them to everyone.

Ange didn’t drink but still held a cup in his hand and sniffed it curiously.

Navel orange juice, sour, poorly cultivated, a degenerated variety…

He conveyed his findings to Anthony through the Soul Network and Anthony said, “It seems true he’s been trapped here; even the variety of oranges has deteriorated.”

“Lord Tuxi, we are very curious, your Spatial Slingshot magic should require an anchor point to teleport here, right? May I ask who provided you with this anchor point?” Anthony inquired.

Tuxi Rikis looked meaningfully at Anthony and said, “It seems you have a deep understanding of spatial magic, even knowing about anchor points. So you came for the anchor point, didn’t you?”

Anthony nodded, they didn’t know of Tuxi Rikis’s existence before coming here, so they couldn’t possibly have come for him.

Tuxi Rikis sighed, “Actually, I too wish to discover who is this anchor point. Alas, although it has trapped me here for sixty thousand years, it also enabled me to confirm the ideas in my heart. If only I had died upon arrival, then how wonderful it would have been–to discover the truth in the morning and to pass away peacefully at night. That would have been perfect.”

“Having been trapped here for sixty thousand years, my gratitude towards it has worn thin. If you manage to find it, please slap it a hundred times for me.”

“I once was a Space Mage and from a very young age, my mind was filled with all sorts of chaotic thoughts. At first, I thought I was just a Mage with a fondness for daydreaming, but as I grew older, especially after learning magic, I realized that these fantasies were actually part of a systematic concept.”

“All children have a host of wild ideas, but systematic fantasies can’t simply be wild imaginings. Take, for example, Fire Magic–a six-hundred-degree fire from timber, a twelve-hundred-degree explosive blaze, a sixteen-hundred-degree forge fire. What about a billion-degree fire? When I thought of this, a concept suddenly burst forth in my mind–‘The world returns to chaos’…”

Negris spit out a mouthful of juice.

Tuxi Rikis was startled, “Is the juice not to your liking? Has it spoiled?” He quickly sniffed it and said, “Doesn’t seem so?”

Negris waved him off, “It’s not bad, not bad at all, just so tasty it went down the wrong pipe.”

“Oh, oh, oh, if it’s good then drink more, come on, I’ll top you off.” Tuxi Rikis happily filled the cup, but the orange juice was of a degenerated variety and very sour. Giant Dragons are the least tolerant to sourness, so he could only grimace as he accepted the juice while mentally slapping himself for talking too much.

“The world returns to chaos? That’s quite a philosophical statement. You should write it down into a book,” Anthony suggested with depth.

Tuxi Rikis, slightly embarrassed, said, “I did write it, but didn’t have money to print it, just handed out a few handwritten copies to my students. It consisted of a bunch of my chaotic ideas like ‘The Void is endless’ and ‘All power will eventually converge’. My students thought maybe I had gone mad.”

Inside the Soul Network, Negris said, “You really did burn his book.”