Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1486 - 1047: Everyone Close Your Eyes, No Peeking!

Chapter 1486: Chapter 1047: Everyone Close Your Eyes, No Peeking!

Negris, Anthony, the silver coin, and Durken simultaneously froze in expression—Void Striding, the Mourning Undead Witch?

It had been mentioned before that no Mourning Undead Witch currently existed in this world. The only one with potential to evolve into a Mourning Undead Witch was the Little Zombie. As for the Mourning Undead Soldiers under the Great Speaker, they were merely artificial Mourning Skeletons wearing the flesh of witches.

So, was the wild Lord of Mourning before them a native Mourning Necromancer, or just a Mourning Skeleton pretending to be an Undead Witch?

Even Ange tilted his head slightly, curiously observing the figure before him.

Ange’s demeanor made everyone relax; if Ange wasn’t on guard, it meant the enemy posed no threat. Dangerous enemies appeared red in Ange’s perception, easily drawing his attention.

The Witch Demon crawled over with a steady "thud, thud, thud," and only straightened up once she was near. She suddenly propelled herself forward, landing on one foot and flawlessly braking.

It was only now that everyone noticed—she had only one leg, explaining the distinct "thud" sounds. Anthony suddenly seemed to recall something and raised his voice to ask, "Excuse me, are you Single-footed Deke, Your Grace?"

"Huh? You recognize me? That’s wonderful! I want to buy clothes. I just came from over there and noticed many people sporting new outfits. They told me a Goblin Merchant brought them over for sale, so I want to buy clothes." Deke rattled off without pausing to breathe.

The silver coin rubbed his hands together, adopting an embarrassed expression as he said, "Well..."

Negris and the others immediately kept their mouths shut in tacit understanding. Whenever the silver coin acted like this, it was almost guaranteed he was preparing to exploit someone.

"Well... I hadn’t expected that Lord Deke would be such a lovely lady. Women’s clothing is ornate and cumbersome, making it inconvenient to carry. Therefore, we seldom bring women’s clothing when traveling for trade," the silver coin said ’reluctantly.’

"What!? No women’s clothes? How could you? Why wouldn’t you bring women’s clothing? How heavy could it possibly be? Don’t you have a dragon to pull your cart? Not even one outfit? Fine, men’s clothes will work, but I want shoes too," Deke shouted in frustration, before ultimately compromising.

"No, no, Lord Deke, you’ve misunderstood. What I meant was that I do carry some fabric and can tailor exquisite women’s clothing for you right now. This here is our most outstanding King of Tailors. What style of clothing do you like, Your Grace?" The silver coin introduced Durken with great pomp.

Tailoring is among the basic skills of alchemy, so it’s perfectly reasonable for the King of Alchemy to be proficient at it. After all, how could he be the King of Alchemy if he couldn’t stitch together a suit of armor?

Durken accepted the title without hesitation, smiling and nodding toward Single-footed Deke.

Deke exclaimed in delight, "Really? I don’t know what style. What styles are there?"

"This topic is rather complex, Lord Deke. Why not join us and discuss it as we walk? Oh, by the way, we’re looking for a spot to set up a market stall. I’ve heard Lord Deke is the ruler of the first layer of Undead City. Could you help us secure a good location?" the silver coin suggested.

Deke responded with enthusiasm, "Of course, absolutely! Anywhere on the first layer is fine—inner layers too. Just pick a spot, and I’ll make sure it’s yours."

"Huh? Isn’t that problematic? Won’t the inner layer have powerful spirits? Won’t that cause conflict?" Anthony chimed in at the right moment.

"There’s one, but as long as we avoid his area, it’s fine. Besides, with me around, he wouldn’t dare bully you," Deke boasted confidently.

Through a conversational back-and-forth between Anthony and the silver coin, they managed to extract all the details about Undead City and even secured a guide in the form of its Mourning lord.

Negris smirked, finally understanding the silver coin and Anthony’s intentions. Clearly, they had women’s clothing but used it as an excuse to rope Deke into their team.

A local ruler leading them into the city was essentially an open declaration: "These people are under the ruler’s protection," sparing them from countless troubles. Otherwise, considering the Undead’s enthusiasm for trade goods, it was easy to imagine chaos erupting into pillaging.

Additionally, Deke appeared astonishingly naive. Even Negris felt confident in extracting a wealth of information from her without setting foot in the city, already painting a clear enough picture of its situation.

Quietly entering Undead City and finding a safe, secluded spot, Durken escorted Deke to have her measurements taken, a convenient excuse merely to keep her occupied. Ange could measure her dimensions just with a glance.

"This place is truly peculiar. What she said probably isn’t false—there should truly be only two powerful Lords of Mourning here: one is the Soul Devouring King Rigo, and the other is her. Yet there are hundreds of thousands of advanced Undead among them, with liches accounting for 98%, and the rest being wraiths."

"As for the number of Skeleton Zombies, it’s overwhelming. When the dimension shattered, there were at least ten billion intelligent beings and large livestock. This means, if there weren’t any damage, there could very well be ten billion Skeleton Zombies floating across these wastelands."

"Hiss—" Upon hearing this figure, everyone couldn’t help but suck in a breath. In such a vast and empty Void setting, imagining ten billion undead was already mind-boggling. Within a confined plane? It would be utterly breathtaking.

Negris asked, "Has the source of these numerous advanced Undead been determined?"

Anthony shook his head: "No, she seems unaware of the cause. She even appeared puzzled, remarking how peculiar it would be if intelligent Undead were scarce elsewhere. She said that was wonderful since brainless Skeleton Zombies were far easier to deal with than noisy liches."

"The Soul Crystals formed here by the Undead contain chaotic energy impurities. I wonder—could chaotic power be the source?" the silver coin speculated.

The Soul Crystals he had traded from the previous wasteland had all been handed over to Ange, and their impurities had been confirmed.

"Possibly, but we can’t verify it yet. Let’s note this down. Earlier, I was tempted to steer the conversation toward the Goddess of Beauty—she seems quite fixated on appearances. But I’m not skilled at representing the Goddess of Beauty. My lord, could we perhaps summon Lisa instead?" Anthony turned to Ange, inquiring.

The Old God Stick could impersonate most divine domains, but the Goddess of Beauty posed unique challenges. He couldn’t make heads or tails of things like eyeshadow, highlighters, skincare routines, or partial versus full facial aesthetics.

And the myriad color shades? All just black, weren’t they? Why distinguish midnight black from gray-black or multicolored speckled black? He dreaded the thought and believed summoning Lisa would be vastly preferable.

Anthony had previously brought up the idea, but Ange had shaken his head back then, stating it wasn’t possible. Whether that had changed now was unclear.

Ange pondered briefly and nodded.

The summoning process was complex, mainly because it placed extra pressure on the Little Sapling and Little Ghost.

Anthony’s projection relied on Little Ghost’s power to anchor him a new body here, while Durken had resurrected by transferring into a Life Box. Negris shaped a new Yellow ’Copper’ Book out of sheer will, projecting himself this way. The silver coin used a newly aligned God Status, enabling Ange to redefine him as the God of Fraudsters with a dual-status identity.

Each method was unique and irreproducible. Forcefully summoning Lisa would incur significant cost—specifically, an empty Divine Soul, a compatible body to hold it, and Little Ghost acting as the anchor to ’bounce’ Lisa’s consciousness over. This entire process drained substantial resources.

However, with the Little Sapling’s branch roots interconnected to the symbiotic World Tree—especially strengthened through its grafting to the Table Mountain dimension’s Lord of Life—the slight loss became tolerable.

Ange tapped the Little Sapling, which responded with a few soft "yaya" sounds. He raised his finger, prompting an equally tentative chirp from Little Ghost.

Negris watched for a while but noticed no apparent change. He quickly extended his vision to share Ange’s perspective.

Within the Holy Kingdom, the World Tree had, at some unknown point, formed a massive bud. Ange’s hand moved fluidly through the air, extracting an empty God Status from the Central Farm’s Seed God Bud and inserting it into the bloom.

The bud matured rapidly and blossomed into an elegant figure—an entirely nude young woman with striking resemblance to Lisa, albeit significantly younger. Her brows trembled lightly before she slowly opened puzzled eyes. She was greeted by an outstretched hand floating toward her.

"My lord?! You summoned me? Wait—clothes, clothes! Hold on for a moment! CLOTHES!!" The youthful Lisa lookalike cried out in panic.

Before finishing her words, the hand closed around her neck, lifting her into the air. The familiar motion immediately filled her with dread, prompting her to shout instinctively.

Alas, it was too late. The bare-bottomed Lisa managed only to cast a shield of Holy Light around herself, shouting in alarm, "Everyone close your eyes! You’re forbidden from looking! If anyone does, I’ll gossip about you during beauty treatments!"