Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1492 - 1053: Can’t Contain So Much

Chapter 1492: Chapter 1053: Can’t Contain So Much

Ange instinctively started running, a faintly familiar feeling rising in his soul. How did this scene seem to have happened before? And also, why was he running? My fruit trees.

Coming to his senses, Ange smacked the Witch on the head and stopped.

The Witch was startled by his smack, clutching his head and looking at him: "You hit me, why?"

Ange said: "Why run?"

The Witch hastily replied: "If we don’t run, they hit."

"They hit you, why?" Ange asked curiously.

The Witch explained: "He stole something, I twisted his neck, they attacked me."

Ange gave the Witch a doubtful glance—this timid-looking guy dared twist someone’s neck? Ange had broken his shin himself, and the Witch hadn’t even dared complain.

Seeing that Ange really had no intention of running, the Witch looked around, picked up a bone club, and stood beside Ange, letting out a fierce roar to bolster his courage.

Unfortunately, the Witch didn’t even get a chance to act; the Undead Necromancer Skeletons stormed toward Ange, and with no words exchanged, fell flat on the ground. Ange merely glared at them, and the foremost Witch’s head sagged miserably.

The difference in hierarchy was too great—just a glare from Ange was enough to scatter their bones. The ten-plus Skeleton Witches sprawled in terror, struggling to move.

Ignoring them, Ange returned to his pit.

A short while later, a series of light, hurried footsteps sounded. Ange extended his spiritual intent to check, and saw the Witch reattaching the disassembled joints of the Skeleton Witches, helping them stand again. Then, supporting the foremost one with the droopy head, he let out a few fierce roars.

The sag-headed Witch nodded frantically, took its minions, bypassed Ange’s pit, and stumbled away in panic.

The remaining mindless Skeleton Zombies... The Witch started by twisting one skeleton’s head off, then stuffed the Soul Fires of the others into the detached skull, handing it over to Ange.

Ange shook his head to indicate he didn’t want it—at which point the Witch, pleased, greedily devoured those Soul Fires.

It seemed the Undead World here was just as cruel as anywhere else. But why had the Witch released those intelligent Skeleton Witches?

When asked about this, the Witch replied: "Teacher said, intelligence is rare, don’t kill."

Ange thought about the hundreds of thousands of intelligent Undead beings here, curious as to what made intelligence "rare," but, after considering it, he preferred not to bother asking—he just lay down in his pit.

Half a day later, Negris flew back, saw the pit covered with cloth and two trenches, then the unfamiliar Witch. He rudely pulled Ange out and, after questioning him, nearly exploded in anger: "You didn’t ask him who his teacher is?"

Ange turned to the Witch and asked: "Your teacher, who is he?"

The Witch replied: "Call him Teacher."

"Pfft... call him what? Your teacher must have a name, right? Also, what’s your name? Why are you here? How did you meet Ange?" Negris rattled off questions.

"Teacher forbade us to say his name. My name is Shi Gaozhi," the Witch said.

Negris blinked in confusion: "Did your teacher break the law? Why forbid you from revealing his name? Where is your teacher now?"

Shi Gaozhi shook his head: "Teacher has died. Teacher wasn’t a criminal, but Teacher said before—’The Holy God doesn’t die; thieves never cease.’ Thus, he didn’t allow us to speak his name."

Negris froze momentarily: "What does that mean? ’The Holy God doesn’t die; thieves never cease?’"

At first glance, the phrase seemed nonsensical, but upon deeper thought, it carried the scent of profound philosophy. The problem was—Negris couldn’t understand what it truly meant.

What a joke! He was the God of Knowledge, and yet couldn’t comprehend such a statement?

"Anthony, Anthony, come over here for a moment." Negris sought intellectual backup.

Anthony came over and, upon hearing the phrase, fell silent for quite a while before muttering: "The ’Holy’ is the will of the gods. The Holy God is the ’god’ of divine will? Meaning... embodying divine will, turning it into a sacred force of will?"

Mulling it over further, Anthony slapped his thigh sharply: "So, in layman’s terms, as long as the god-like will doesn’t perish, the act of stealing such divine will never ends?"

Shi Gaozhi stared blankly.

"Is that what it means?" Anthony asked, looking at Shi Gaozhi.

Shi Gaozhi lowered his head in embarrassment: "I don’t know what Teacher meant either. He just said that, then forbade us from mentioning his name. You managed to interpret his words—are you also a Wise Man?"

Anthony let out a long, reflective breath: "Your teacher is a true Wise Man. In fact, I’ve noticed this phenomenon for a long time, but I didn’t expect him to encapsulate it so perfectly in one phrase. Remarkable—he’s made me rethink a great deal."

Negris asked skeptically: "What phenomenon? Why didn’t I understand a word you just said?"

Anthony pondered briefly before explaining: "Let me give an example. Many, many years ago, there was a Wise Man whose words were deeply philosophical. People abided by his wisdom as they lived, worked, and thrived. But eventually, this Wise Man passed away. What happens then?"

Negris replied: "What could possibly happen? People continue their lives, labor, multiply—this world won’t change for one or two Wise Men. What happens?"

"Exactly. But what if this Wise Man’s words were so sensible that people lived by them for ages? If one day, someone wishes to raise silkworms for weaving, but the Wise Man never mentioned it—can they raise silkworms?" Anthony asked.

Being the well-informed God of Knowledge, Negris immediately grasped Anthony’s point: "The Wise Man’s words would become chains, binding people and stifling progress?"

"Indeed. Every action must be guided by the Wise Man’s teachings. Anything not explicitly addressed by the Wise Man is forbidden—even though the world evolves. When there were no silk face masks in the past, should we never use them? When there was no saline-resistant rice, should we never eat it? This is the ’Holy God doesn’t die.’" Anthony explained.

"Kill him." Ange abruptly interjected—a concept comparing anything to rationed rice deeply offended him.

Negris quickly reassured: "An analogy, an analogy! No one forbids eating saline rice—it’s just a metaphor."

Anthony also hurriedly added: "Yes, yes, just a metaphor. ’Holy God doesn’t die’ merely represents the shackles of old ideas. Yet more frightening than that are ’thieves never cease’—the thieves who steal divine intent, distort divine commands, and corrupt the Wise Man’s words. Such thieves are the truly dangerous ones. There’s only one true god, but an infinite number of thieves, impersonating divine authority to divide beliefs into endless conflicts... Why are you staring at me?"

Negris quickly replied: "No, no, I thought you were introducing yourself. Please, continue."

Anthony blushed awkwardly and continued: "Thus, by forbidding the use of his name, this Wise Man stripped away the allure of mystique, ensuring his wisdom spreads while avoiding its deification—and avoiding this phenomenon." Turning to Shi Gaozhi, he asked: "What’s your teacher’s name?"

"Um..." Shi Gaozhi froze.

Negris snapped sarcastically: "You just held him in such high regard, and now you’re asking for his name? How does that align with abandoning renown?"

"I merely wish to express respect to this Wise Man—I won’t broadcast his name," Anthony defended.

A perfect opportunity for Shi Gaozhi, who had struggled having a mentor brimming wisdom he couldn’t boast about—like having a glowing bracelet he couldn’t show off. He finally confessed: "Oh, oh, oh... my Teacher’s name is Ursman."

"Ursman." Anthony whispered.

"Ursman?" Negris whispered.

"Ursman." Ange whispered. As if others whispering his name were inconsequential, the moment Ange finished uttering it, countless starlit specks gathered at his location, coalescing into a shadowy form before him.

Everyone froze. Only Negris grumbled: "Ah, you’ve summoned another Heroic Spirit? My space is too cramped to host so many Heroic Spirits."