Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1375 - Chapter 1375 Chapter 936 They Seem So Official

Chapter 1375: Chapter 936: They Seem So Official Chapter 1375: Chapter 936: They Seem So Official “It’s just a Fragment of Divinity, nothing to fuss over. If you can cling to it, you’re either one of the original Gods or a fake God,” Negris said dismissively.

He understood the God System all too well. Ange had a bunch of Divine Fragments, Anthony was an expert in divine matters, and Dyson was a believer in theft, comprehensively understanding every aspect of this Divine Fragment without any blind spots. He didn’t need to ask to know what it was all about.

Moreover, can’t you just perform a Soul Search? It’s not too late to do it after killing it.

“But this rabbit looks pretty plump. When Sava and Vania were in the Goddess of Beauty City, they invented a lot of snacks, like Spicy Rabbit Head. How about we make some Spicy Rabbit Head to eat?” suggested Negris.

The Monarch wasn’t interested at all: “You don’t need to eat, and I’m not eating. Talk about Black Crystal, where can we find it?”

“In the Black Stone Forest,” said the rabbit, terrified. “I’ll tell you anything you want, just don’t eat me. You are so cruel. I specifically chose this appearance; rabbits are so cute, and yet you want to eat one?”

Negris rolled his eyes: “So what if you’re cute and crawling into a graveyard? Here, cuteness is worthless. Don’t talk about us; even those street children would gather firewood the moment they see you.”

The rabbit, with its big round eyes, pleaded innocently: “I had nowhere else to go.”

Negris rolled his eyes again: “Quit the act, we’ve seen too many ‘cute’ creatures. The favorite thing is to skewer them with a stick, roast them on the fire until they sizzle and drip with oil, sprinkle some spices, and they smell delicious. Where is Black Stone Forest?”

The rabbit didn’t dare to feign cuteness anymore and resumed a more ‘human’ expression, saying with a wry smile: “How should I put this, it’s in the Black Stone Forest. The Black Stone Forest is in the Black Stone Forest. I also don’t know where exactly it is. It’s just in the Black Stone Forest.”

Negris nodded in understanding; without a street number, it is indeed hard to describe the location of Black Stone Forest in words.

It’s just like when they, as Giant Dragons, encountered each other at sea and gave directions by pointing in a direction and then shouting in Dragon Language: Over there.

The distance of ‘over there’ depended on how long you could draw out the first sound, ‘over there’ meant it was close, ‘over theeeere’ was a bit far, ‘over theeeeeeeeeeeeeeere’ meant you’d have to fly for several days.

“Point in the direction and tell us roughly how far,” Negris said.

The rabbit stretched out a paw towards the Void, saying, “I don’t know how far, but a normal Airship would have to fly for nine months.”

“Uh, in the Void? Nine months? You’re not deceiving us, are you?” Negris asked skeptically.

“No, no, absolutely not. If I lie to you, you can turn me into a Spicy Rabbit Head and eat me,” the rabbit swore.

Negris looked at Ange; he had asked all he could, but unfortunately, he wasn’t Anthony and couldn’t judge whether the rabbit was telling the truth or not. It all depended on Ange now.

Although he didn’t necessarily believe Ange would be right, even if it was wrong, Ange could bear the consequences. The person making the decision doesn’t need to be extremely wise but must be able to take responsibility.

Ange leaned closer to the rabbit and took a look: “New.”

“New? What do you mean? The Divine Fragment is new? Can you even tell if it’s new or old?” The Monarch looked at Ange in surprise and then turned to Negris, waiting for an explanation.

Negris shook his head; he didn’t know. Could one really tell if a Divine Fragment was new or old?

Ange explained, troubled: “New, scattered, chaotic. Old, stable, contained.”

Negris suddenly realized, “Are you saying that new Divine Fragments will scatter and fluctuate more erratically, while the old ones will be more stable? Is it because they are not accustomed to this existence yet?”

Ange nodded and then shook his head: “Not adapted, the consciousness is large, the fragment small, too tight.”

Negris didn’t need to translate this sentence for the Monarch to understand. He leaned in to take a closer look, and sure enough, the Divine Fragments were a bit more disordered. The difference wasn’t very obvious, and if one didn’t look carefully, plus Ange’s reminder, they wouldn’t notice this subtle difference at all.

“Newly broken Divine Fragments? Could this be the God of the Swift Wind that silver coin mentioned?” the Monarch recalled something.

“It should be, what God of the Swift Wind? Gods aren’t quick-growing vegetables that shatter every day, right?” Negris said.

Seeing that everyone couldn’t recall its name, the rabbit weakly reminded them: “It’s the God of the Swift Wind.”

“Oh right, God of the Swift Wind. No wonder you zipped away just now and even I couldn’t catch up. Turned out to be a deity of speed. What happened for you to end up being blown up?” the Monarch asked curiously.

The God of the Swift Wind said bitterly, “It’s a long story, like a sheepskin scroll. Can you first tell me who you are? Why do you seem to know so much about the gods? Are you also deities?”

“Ha ha, listen well.” Negris stood with his hands on his hips and said:

“Before you stands: the Co-Lord of Dark Origin and Abyssal Origin, King of all Ancient Gods of the Void, of Knowledge, Planting, Harvest, and Beauty, of Equality and Justice, War and Peace… the Administrator of God’s Power, the Void Rule Reverser… the Subordinate God of Time Origin–God of Knowledge, Negris.”

“Pfft–” The God of the Swift Wind, already shocked by the super long titles that could fill three pages, burst out laughing at the last turn of phrase: “You can do that? Then I’m also the Co-Lord of Dark Origin and Abyssal Origin… ‘the’ captive.”

Negris nodded as if it was only natural.

Seeing Negris’s confident demeanor, the God of the Swift Wind suddenly felt insecure: “Is it true? Are these really your names?”

“What names? These are titles, titles that are sung by all beings in the All Void,” Negris corrected.

The Monarch also added, tongue-in-cheek: “My title isn’t that; it’s the King of all Undead in the All Void.”

The God of the Swift Wind couldn’t help but sigh in frustration: “If only I had come up with a super long title myself, something like ‘God of the Swift Wind’ just seems so lacking in style in comparison.”

Clearly thinking they had made those titles up themselves.

Belief or disbelief aside, they were just teasing him after all, the Monarch brought the conversation back on track: “Alright, let’s talk about your situation. Explain it clearly, and we won’t kill you.”

“Sigh,” the God of the Swift Wind let out a sigh: “Since you’ve heard about me, you must have also heard who did it. That day, I was zoning out in my own Divine Country when suddenly I was surrounded by a Magician Group. They demanded that I register.”

“Not only did they require registration of the god’s name, Divine Techniques, and the number of followers, but also recording any departure from the Divine Country, prompt reporting of one’s whereabouts, and compliance with the Civil Code of the Divine Assembly–no fighting, no harassing women, and not allowing this or that, babbling on and on with a bunch of rules.”

“They had actually sent someone to notify me much earlier, but I just laughed it off and smote the messenger with divine punishment on the spot. I didn’t expect them to be serious, and then it turned into this situation.”

“My God Status was shattered, and my consciousness clung to a small fragment, inhabiting the body of a rabbit. And I didn’t expect them to keep chasing me even then. Some individuals with glasses capable of detecting Divine Power, calling themselves God Catchers, are hunting me all over the world.”

“Possibly not just me, anyone with Divine Power is their target. Capture leads to demands for registration, and those who refuse are rounded up. If you are also deities, be very wary of these madmen.”

The Monarch and Negris looked at each other: “The Civil Code of the Divine Assembly? Why do I feel like they are really quite formal?”