Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1499 - 1060: Chop Off, I Can’t Do It

Chapter 1499: Chapter 1060: Chop Off, I Can’t Do It

Rigo was still completely bewildered. He had been sleeping soundly at home when suddenly, a group of people outside started shouting something about an "Apocalypse Attack." Terrified, he bolted outside, only to see a glowing dot rapidly approaching. Everyone began fleeing for their lives, so he instinctively joined them and ran.

After running a considerable distance, Rigo started to feel something was off. What if it wasn’t an Apocalypse Attack?

Rigo had never personally witnessed an Apocalypse Attack, but for the Undead here, a World-Ending Strike was like a brand etched into their Soul Fragments. Each Undead retained pieces of the memory, more or less.

It was similar to how some humans, even though they’d never been to a certain place, could feel a strange sense of familiarity when they arrived there—memories buried deep within their souls.

Rigo vaguely remembered seeing a glowing dot. But the problem was, memory fragments weren’t actual memories. What if he remembered incorrectly?

Thinking this through, Rigo decided to stop running. He figured he’d already escaped to a safe distance, so he might as well observe the situation for now.

After some time, he saw a flash of white light, followed by... absolutely nothing. Ange had absorbed the shockwaves and fragments from the collision, so Rigo, who had run far away, felt none of its power. He simply thought nothing had happened.

"I knew it. There’s no such thing as an Apocalypse Attack. It was probably some kind of ice meteor or something. Scared me half to death! Whoever shouted ’Apocalypse Attack,’ I’m going back to teach them a lesson!" Rigo angrily flew back, grumbling and swearing as he chased away the Undead who had fled in panic.

As he herded them back, Single-footed Deke stormed over, shouting "Coward" angrily, ready to fight him.

Rigo was thoroughly confused and ended up fighting her while asking, "Why are you hitting me?!"

"You coward! You abandoned everyone and ran off on your own! Shameless!" Deke cursed, hopping on her single foot and smashing her fists together.

Rigo felt even more baffled. Abandoned everyone? He wasn’t their king; was "abandoning" the right word for this? If it were genuinely an Apocalypse Attack, was he supposed to ensure all the Undead escaped with him?

He wasn’t the king of anyone. What did it matter to him whether others could flee or not? How had it turned into "abandoning everyone"?

This was, in fact, the prevalent value system in Undead City—when disaster strikes, everyone runs for themselves. But value systems also had benchmarks. If someone shifted the benchmark, what was previously considered normal behavior could suddenly become condemned.

Anthony was the one who shifted that benchmark.

After a few rounds of combat, Deke began to struggle. Although Single-footed Deke was the Lord of Mourning and Rigo was merely an Undead Saint, Deke didn’t want to provoke him too much—partly because the strange smoke surrounding Rigo seemed very unusual.

"What’s going on here? A Lord of Mourning can’t defeat an Undead Saint?" Negris asked in bewilderment.

Anthony answered, "The smoke around him is strange. It seems to be Origin Power. Is that right, sir?"

Ange nodded. "Chaotic Power."

Anthony suddenly felt a headache coming on. Since arriving in this world, the most challenging issue had been the disordered power system. The old methods of gauging strength no longer worked.

Take, for example, a seemingly ordinary swordsman who possessed Chaotic Power. They could slash with deadly force, even cutting through the Body of Mourning. Or an Undead Saint wielding Chaotic Power, capable of overpowering a Lord of Mourning.

Just by possessing Origin Power, one’s combat ability catapulted to an entirely different level—it was as if they became a completely different person. This was extremely dangerous.

What made it worse was that Anthony and the others couldn’t sense Origin Power. They had no way of telling whether their opponents possessed it or not—so rushing blindly into battle could result in severe humiliation, or worse, death.

As a result, everyone stuck close to Ange, apart from Silver Coin. Ange not only had the ability to perceive Origin Power but was himself the Great Unified Origin of the Seven Forces. However, his current body couldn’t handle its full power, leaving him unable to channel it effectively. Otherwise, he wouldn’t need to be so low-key.

"Chaotic Power? Why does he have Chaotic Power all over him? Why doesn’t Cabu? Oh, Cabu has the Power of Devour. These Undead are so strange. Their Origin Powers are all different," Negris said, puzzled.

In this world, nearly all humans only possessed Chaotic Power, while the Great Speaker and their Undead troops solely possessed Chaotic Power.

Yet among the Undead here, two distinct types of Origin Power had already emerged. This was peculiar—especially Rigo’s Chaotic Power, which appeared in a smoky form, unlike pure Chaotic Power.

Ange scratched his head in frustration and explained, "Cabu, Devour Power, pure. This, Chaotic Power, not pure. Contaminated."

Ange was annoyed at needing to explain so much, but his meaning was clear. Both Negris and Anthony understood, the latter blinking in shock.

"Contaminated? Chaotic Power can be contaminated? If he can be contaminated, can’t we also get contaminated?"

Ange paused for a moment, then looked at Rigo. After hesitating briefly, he suddenly lunged forward.

Transforming into the Dragon God, Ange swiftly stripped Rigo of the smoky aura and delivered a single punch directly to his form.

Rigo’s shape shattered, sending his Soul Heart flying. Ange used Spirit Touch to extend a tendril and retrieved Rigo’s soul, gripping it firmly in one hand—problem solved.

Anthony immediately rushed over, suppressing his excitement as he asked, "Where did your Chaotic Power come from? Either you tell us, or we crush your soul and perform a Soul Search ourselves."

Rigo was stupefied. Where had these people come from? How were they so strong?

Oh no... Could the so-called Apocalypse Attack earlier actually have been real?

Faced with the two options Anthony presented, Rigo realized he had no choice. Though a Soul Search risked losing key memories, the intruders would still gain whatever remained. But if his soul were crushed, that would be the end. Any rational person would know what to choose.

Soon, under Rigo’s lead, everyone arrived at the center of "Flower Cluster" and saw a silvery "lake."

Pointing to the liquid within the lake, Rigo explained, "The smoke on me came from meditating near this lake."

"Is this mercury? No, molten Mithril? Also no—not hot," Negris muttered, leaning closer to inspect the lake as he dipped a claw into the silver liquid.

At temperatures of four to five hundred degrees Celsius, Mithril would liquify, but the temperature here was quite low, so this couldn’t be Mithril either.

The silver liquid quickly seeped into Negris’s claws, dyeing his previously yellowish nails a metallic silver.

Rigo cried out in alarm, "No! This stuff is highly infectious! If you touch it, it’ll ruin you!"

Alarmed, Negris scraped his now silvered claws against the rocks on the ground. Like metal suffering from tin pest, his claws crumbled into dust. Furious, he shouted, "Why didn’t you say so sooner? You did this on purpose!"

"I didn’t know you’d touch it randomly! Quickly, quickly, cut it off, or it’ll be too late!" Rigo frantically pointed at Negris’s claw, where the silver was slowly creeping upward.

Negris panicked too. "Cut it off, cut it off! Someone help me chop off this arm—I can’t bring myself to do it!"