Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1485 - 1046 I Want to Change to a Pretty One Too

Chapter 1485: Chapter 1046 I Want to Change to a Pretty One Too

Breathing Soil has the effect of drying and deactivating. If a storage cellar is built with Breathing Soil bricks, anything living placed inside will quickly dry out and deactivate, preserving it for a long time.

However, it also has a drawback. In places where the breath of death is too thin, Breathing Soil becomes ineffective easily.

To address these characteristics, silver coin developed various Breathing Soil pellets and blocks as desiccant preservatives. They can be placed in wardrobes or food boxes to repel insects, dry, sterilize, and deactivate with excellent results.

Most importantly, they are consumable. Once they lose effectiveness, you have to buy new ones, making it a recurring profit.

But all these effects are aimed at the living. For the Undead, Breathing Soil has even more applications, such as "moisture removal and anti-decay."

"These things are so useful, look." A Witch pried open its thigh gap, revealing a rotten patch of skin, then pressed a piece of Breathing Soil block onto it.

Low-level Necromancers fear moisture the most. Once the skin hardens, some joints or folds of skin stick together for a long time without airflow, leading to dampness and decay.

The Void is a relatively dry environment, but the floating ruins are not. Moreover, some moisture is self-generated—sticky and gooey, leading to decay over time.

This is why the Undead love gathering in Breathing Soil-covered areas and even dig holes to bury themselves.

Only when one’s Soul Level is high enough, generating a sufficient breath of death, can one’s body remain dry for a long time.

This little gift from silver coin struck right at the core need of low-level liches. Just stick it on, and damp parts dry instantly, while decayed areas harden. Although liches don’t feel pain, no one wants their body to look like it’s falling apart.

A seemingly worthless little gift quickly earned everyone’s favor. Many liches gathered around, chattering away.

With so many talking at once, it became chaotic. An average person would be overwhelmed by this scene, unable to listen. But silver coin wasn’t. He maintained a smile, nodding and quickly filtering out repetitive or useless information.

For example, comments like "Hello there," "Where are you from," or "What’s your name"—he just nodded and smiled in response.

But when he heard someone say, "You can sell stuff outside the city," he immediately turned his head, pinpointed who said it, and exclaimed, "Thank you! Here, have another piece."

This clear positive reinforcement jogged someone else’s memory of silver coin’s original question. They shouted, "Look for Single-footed Deke! He’s the Outer Layer’s lord and can decide whether you can do business there."

Silver coin promptly addressed the lich who had spoken. "Single-footed Deke, right? Thanks. Where can we find him?"

The lich responded, "In the Outer Layer. I can’t pinpoint exactly where."

Silver coin asked, "Can you take us to him? As payment, you can choose either a Soul Crystal or pants, or if you’d prefer..."

Before silver coin could even finish his sentence, that lich had already elbowed past its companions and lunged forward. "Pants! Pants! I’ll guide you to Single-footed Deke."

The other liches’ faces were filled with envy, and many shouted, "I can take you to Deke too! Just give me a pair of pants."

Silver coin raised his voice. "Sorry, our stock is limited. Maybe next time we can seek your help. Once we confirm a trade location, you’re all welcome to shop then."

"You can trade here! Just trade here! Sell me a pair of pants first. I’ve never worn pants in my entire life!" One lich jumped high, wagging its empty pelvis.

Feigning reluctance, silver coin pulled out a bag of clothing and shouted, "Alright, alright! You win! One Soul Crystal for two sets of clothing and shoes. I... Help!"

Before he could even finish the sentence, silver coin was mobbed by a horde of liches, forcing him to yell for help. Of course, he could easily fling these low-level liches aside, but since he was masquerading as a Goblin Merchant, being overly strong wouldn’t fit his persona.

Anthony and Durken immediately squeezed forward, pushing the liches away. Anthony shouted while whipping around, "Form a line! Form a line! If it’s too chaotic, we won’t sell!"

After much effort, they finally dispersed the horde. Pulling their cart and accompanied by the first lich who volunteered as their guide, the group quickly set off toward the Undead City.

"What’s your name, by the way?" silver coin asked the guiding lich.

The guiding lich replied, "I’m called Kabu Twenty-One, sir. Forget the pants; can I trade two sets of clothing and shoes with Soul Crystals instead?"

"Pfft... Do you know Kabu Twelve?" Anthony asked.

"Nope. Have you seen any other Kabus? It’s those guys who took up all the good numbers, which is how I got stuck with Twenty-One." Kabu Twenty-One grumbled.

"Got it." silver coin tossed him two sets of clothing and shoes, urging him to lead the way while giving Anthony a pointed look.

Anthony leaned in immediately, but Negris wasn’t having it. "I’m up front pulling the cart, and you two are whispering behind my back? Get Ange to pull them all into the Consciousness Space right now!"

"Here’s the deal," Anthony whispered. "The commercial environment here is awful. Light and handmade industries are virtually non-existent. Even a set of clothes causes a commotion. In a society like this, things should’ve collapsed long ago."

"But they’re the Undead. Plus, this place is isolated from any other plane, like an island. Low-level liches can’t leave, so they have extreme demands for basic goods. Among the categories of food, clothing, shelter, and entertainment, food and shelter are out. The other three are promising sectors."

"The main problem now is their demand is too strong, which easily leads to chaos. We don’t have enough manpower to manage it, so we need to change our strategy." silver coin concluded.

Anthony nodded in understanding. "We’ll go for the higher-ups. Sir, do you have anything else to add?"

Negris and silver coin both stared at Anthony in puzzlement. Normally, Ange made the final decisions, but this time Anthony seemed to have something in mind.

Ange, appearing dejected, murmured, "No grain."

"Pfft... You’re saying they don’t eat food, so you can’t sell grain, and that’s boring for you?" Negris asked in disbelief.

Ange sulked. "No grain sales."

Anthony hurried to console him. "Sir, you can sell Deadman’s Fruit trees instead."

Lightbulb! Ange’s eyes lit up.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. If Ange became bored here, they wouldn’t dare stay for long.

After exiting the Consciousness Space, Durken gave Anthony a big thumbs up, clearly impressed. It was no wonder Anthony was God’s Spokesperson—he even paid attention to the boss’s smallest moods.

Just as he was about to say something, a sudden thundering noise came from behind. Turning to look, they saw a female lich propelling herself forward on what seemed like "four limbs," rapidly crawling toward them. The thundering sound came from her "four limbs" impacting the Void as she moved.

But wait—why were there only three thuds?

Upon spotting Ange’s group, the female lich sped up, crawling even faster while shouting, "Wait! Wait! Clothes! Trade! Clothes! I want pretty ones too!"