Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1382 - Chapter 1382 Chapter 943 You Are Now the Duke of Divine Light

Chapter 1382: Chapter 943 You Are Now the Duke of Divine Light Chapter 1382: Chapter 943 You Are Now the Duke of Divine Light “Why are there mushrooms growing on your face? This is a Flesh-healing Potion, meant for wounds, but how did you know mushrooms would grow?” Shah asked in astonishment.

“…” They’re that long? The Church of Light sure does a sloppy job, Nagris asked: “What do you do when mushrooms grow?”

“That’s because the wound has festered. Simply remove the dead flesh and reapply the potion. As long as the wound is healing, no mushrooms will grow,” Shah explained, then asked with confusion: “Who is that? Why does he look exactly like me? And can summon Holy Light, too? Don’t tell me it’s the Plant Construct that put on a scarecrow’s hat earlier, and my Divine Perception can’t see through such a disguise.”

Shah had his suspicions; there were only four moving objects here, and the Monarch had just handed the hat to that Construct which then disappeared, replaced by a ‘person’ who looked exactly like himself. What could it be if not a transformed Plant Construct?

Such a conjecture seemed too absurd; he couldn’t believe it. His greatest asset was his Divine Power, and in combination with the scarecrow hat, aside from a few freakishly powerful wizard-types in the Royal Magician Team, only True Gods could possibly have stronger divine perception. How could he fail to see through a mere Plant Construct’s disguise?

No one spoke; they all silently watched him, and even the Mechanical Bird transformed itself to show a face, looking at him with a mocking expression.

“You… who exactly are you people?” The tremor in Shah’s voice was evident. After being captured, he had considered many possibilities, enemies from the Divine Light Association sneaking in or maybe colleagues hiding out here.

During the Era of Great Cleansing, Gods were registered, fell, or went into hiding; the Monarch could very well be one of those hidden Gods.

But the capabilities demonstrated by Ange were not on a level any God could achieve. ‘Descending’ into a Plant Construct and the disguise being able to fool his divine perception? Not even a God in person could manage that.

Yet, such an absurd event happened right before his very eyes; these individuals definitely weren’t ordinary Gods: “Who are you, really?”

“Ange, come, tell him who you are,” Nagris prompted mischievously.

Ange hesitated with a tilt of his head, contemplating whether to ‘speak’ or not. Oh well, Ange stepped forward, reached out towards Shah, and astonishingly, pure Holy Light was forcibly extracted from Shah, converging continuously into Ange’s hand.

Feeling his power drain away, Shah’s complexion changed drastically, and he struggled desperately, shouting loudly: “Light Barrier! Endless Radiance! Radiant Light! Light…”

Two Golden Skeletons held him tightly, and despite his shouting, which caused a surge in the light around his body, it was of no use, as he still couldn’t escape Ange’s grasp.

This so-called Temple of Light is essentially another name for the Church of Light. Humans are phototrophic, longing for light, which brings warmth, comfort, and purity. It’s only natural for mankind to give birth to a religion that worships light.

If it were Owls, their world would never give rise to the concept of light.

Ange, as the owner of the little spirit of the God of Light, also serving as the God of Equality and Balance, had an understanding and control of the Holy Light that Shah, a mere Demigod without even a God Status, couldn’t even compare.

Holy Light gathered into an orb, and finally, a light shadow was drawn out from Shah’s body. As the light shadow separated, Shah slumped like a deflated balloon, and if not for the Golden Skeletons holding him, he would have collapsed to the ground.

“Who… who exactly are you? Why can you deprive me of my Power of Light?” Shah asked, shaking.

Ange didn’t have time to bother with him, quickly running back to the freshly prepared substrate, casting Holy Light, which, upon the extraction of Shah’s Power of Light, now radiated even more smoothly.

Negris chuckled and said, “Who else could strip you of your Power of Light if not your own Master God?”

“No, it’s impossible, I saw the Lord of Light fall with my own eyes,” Shah exclaimed excitedly.

“Hehe, is it possible that there is a Master God even higher than your Lord of Light?” Negris posed the question.

The Monarch spoke with some boredom, “Alright, stop teasing him. Isn’t this boring, you guy with a sick sense of humor? Shah, right? Now you have two choices: either go die and be reincarnated as an Undead to serve me.”

“Pff–” Shah almost spat out blood. When he first heard ‘stop teasing him,’ he thought the Monarch was a good person, but that wasn’t the case–he wanted to kill him, which was even worse than teasing.

“The second choice is to devote yourself to him and become his faithful follower.” The Monarch asked, “Which do you choose?”

As the Monarch spoke, his hand slowly moved towards Shah’s face, ready to pinch. If Shah couldn’t make a decision before the hand reached his face, he’d just pinch him to death.

“The second, the second one! I will devote myself to him. Lord, please tell me your divine name,” Shah hurriedly said. He wasn’t ready to become an Undead yet; if he had a choice, he certainly preferred to be a follower of the Light.

“My name is Ange. Do you, um, know how to farm?”

…

“Why does serving the Light involve farming?” Shah grumbled to himself, but he didn’t dare stop his hands, as he cast Holy Light upon the substrate, and the sacred mushrooms kept growing non-stop.

The only upside was that the Power of Light transformed back into Divine Soul and returned to his body.

“Why do sacred mushrooms grow so fast? Just because they’re illuminated by Light? When I used to grow them, I shone the Light on them too, but why didn’t they grow this fast? There must be something wrong with this substrate,” Shah grumbled again.

While Shah was busy farming the sacred mushrooms, Ange was extracting them on the side. Negris had complained about Shah’s Essence Liquid being unsterilized, but Ange didn’t bother to sterilize during extraction either–instead, he simply filtered out the spores.

Very soon, a large barrel of Holy Essence Liquid was prepared.

Shah’s eyes shone with excitement, “Now I understand why you say the waste water is denser than my Flesh-healing Potion; this is so concentrated!”

Negris said proudly, “You haven’t seen the purified stuff; that’s even more concentrated.”

Ange didn’t have much Divine Power to spare, so he didn’t want to use the Freckle Removal Technique for purification; otherwise, the Essence Liquid could be thicker, almost like rice paste.

However, Negris was just running his mouth off–concentrating the Holy Essence Liquid wasn’t meaningful. In fact, diluting it had more uses: a little dilution made it a cream, further dilution turned it into a nutrient liquid, even more and it became a skin toner, then a moisturizer, and if diluted even more, a facial mask…

Seeing the results ignited Shah’s enthusiasm, and he began to seriously tend to the mushroom plot. In the following period, he managed to grow enough sacred mushrooms to extract several large barrels of Essence Liquid.

For Ange, days of farming were joyful, so time flew by quickly. Half a month later, he received a message from a silver coin: “My Lord, the farm has been sold. You are now the Duke of Divine Light, owning ten billion unregistered Magic Crystal Coupons and a thousand square kilometers of land.”