Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1534 - 1095: Leveled Up So Quickly?

Chapter 1534: Chapter 1095: Leveled Up So Quickly?

The Sea of Omniscience. Anthony was training Gulalata. This guy was too simple-minded, like a sheltered aristocrat who had never seen the world. He possessed immense strength but had almost zero political sensitivity or emotional intelligence. Even in life-and-death situations, he would ask questions like, "Do you know who I am?"

Anthony had only seen this kind of naivety among the magic students at Stellaris Academy. So naive that if you shouted, "Raise your hand if you want to eat poop," someone might actually raise their hand.

With such a simple personality, there was no way Gulalata could handle the task Anthony had assigned him.

However, turning a simple-minded person into a qualified schemer wasn’t a challenge for Anthony. Pressing a hand against Gulalata’s forehead, he whispered quietly into his ear, "They refused to pay taxes, started a fight, and suffered heavy casualties. They’ve hidden underwater."

"They refused to pay taxes, started a fight..." Gulalata’s eyes wandered blankly as he repeated Anthony’s words.

"What should you do?" Anthony asked.

"What should I do..." Gulalata murmured in response.

"Go back, call for reinforcements, and ask your uncle to send troops to destroy the Sea of Omniscience," Anthony instructed.

"Call for reinforcements, ask my uncle to send troops to destroy the Sea of Omniscience..." Gulalata repeated the words several times until he was sure he had memorized them. Only then did Anthony snap his fingers, bringing him back to clarity.

Gulalata shook his head, his gaze clearing. Realizing how close Anthony was, he instinctively clutched at his collar and asked in alarm, "What did you do?"

"Stuffed a bit of knowledge into your head," Anthony replied irritably.

"Into my head? Phew, good thing it wasn’t anywhere else," Gulalata sighed with relief.

As he spoke, he had already performed a quick scan of his body for abnormalities. Finding nothing amiss, he relaxed; after all, incidents involving male beauty weren’t unheard of in court intrigues.

"You’re surprisingly open-minded. Aren’t you afraid your brain might get messed up?" Anthony asked.

"What’s there to be afraid of? I hardly use my brain anyway. All I’ve done since I was young is train in martial techniques. Anything besides combat just makes me annoyed. My uncle usurped my father’s legacy, and I was left clueless. I came to the Sea of Omniscience this time because it seemed relatively safe, thinking I’d retire here. Who knew I’d run into such bad luck meeting you all," Gulalata lamented.

"Heh, whether it’s bad luck or not remains to be seen. You might just end up thanking this day in the future." With that, Anthony began outlining his plan:

"When you go back, ask your uncle to lead an army to besiege the Sea of Omniscience. Better yet, try to get him to personally take command. If he declines, request that he hands over command to you, then do this, do that, and then this and that..."

"Got it," Gulalata replied weakly.

"Do you have any questions about the plan? If there’s any uncertainty, speak up now. Mess it up, and the Mourning Undead Soldiers will rip you apart," Anthony threatened.

"No need for them to tear me apart. This plan is doomed from the start. I’ll fail no matter what. Whether I stage a mutiny after gaining command or before—I’ll be overruled by the parliament. When the veto comes down, I’ll lose legitimacy and be immediately ousted by my own people," Gulalata said dejectedly.

"Even if the Mourning Undead Soldiers protect me for a while, the parliament will send a coalition to crush me. I hear the Great Speaker has returned. They wouldn’t even need the coalition—the Great Speaker alone could sever my Soul Contact with the Mourning Undead Soldiers... wait, it’s already gone," he muttered.

"This plan is a dead end no matter what. It doesn’t matter whether I question it or not," Gulalata concluded gloomily.

Anthony smiled faintly. Indeed, if the parliament intervened, the plan was unlikely to succeed. But who said it needed to succeed? Anthony wasn’t scheming to help Gulalata regain his throne in the first place.

Still, Gulalata was a crucial part of the plan. There were some truths he couldn’t reveal too plainly. As Anthony pondered how to brush things off, a silver coin flew in: "The Great Speaker is here again. He chatted with the boss for a bit and got so angry he’s asking specifically for you. He says he needs your help."

Anthony’s expression shifted: "Got angry while chatting with the boss? They didn’t start fighting, did they? If he got angry but didn’t resort to violence, he must really need our help for something important."

Ange’s personality was indeed infuriating. Even serious conversations could end up making people livid. If the Great Speaker endured his frustration without striking back, his business must be pressing.

As Anthony considered how to exploit the situation, he told Gulalata, "You stay here," then turned and flew out.

Once Anthony and the silver coin had left, Gulalata took time to process the shocking news. He cautiously crept to the tent’s entrance and peeked outside, spotting a figure towing a line of coffins.

Although the distance was too great to see clearly, the distinct appearance left no doubt—it was the Great Speaker, as everyone across All Void knew.

Pumping his fist excitedly, Gulalata muttered under his breath, "They actually know the Great Speaker? The Great Speaker is even asking for their help? And he didn’t dare confront them after being provoked? Who the hell are these people?"

"If the Great Speaker backs me, even if I reclaim the throne, the parliament won’t be able to touch me," Gulalata whispered with growing excitement.

The Alliance was divided into six major factions. Any power struggle involving one faction’s highest authority would inevitably attract reactions from the others. With no connections or interests in the other factions, Gulalata would find it nearly impossible to win their support.

But if the Great Speaker issued an order, even the dissenters wouldn’t dare oppose. This removed the biggest obstacle.

Gulalata’s mindset shifted entirely. Gone was his earlier despair, replaced by exhilaration and anticipation.

Yet before he could revel too long, Anthony flew back, quickly announcing, "The plan’s off. You head back first—we’ll notify you if there’s any update."

With that, Anthony took off again. Not just him—Silver Coin, Durken, Negris, and others all zipped into the Void.

Perhaps worried they’d be too slow on their own, the Great Speaker invited everyone to sit on the coffins.

"Uh... this doesn’t seem very proper?" None of them had ever sat on a coffin before.

"Well, it’s not exactly comfortable. How about lying inside?" The Great Speaker misunderstood, thinking they found sitting awkward because coffins were smooth and lacked handholds, making it easy to slide off.

But these "wandering gods" varied greatly in skill level. If some fell behind, things would get troublesome, especially since time was tight.

In the end, no one lay inside the coffins—they were too cramped. Durken instead pulled out some planks and hastily hammered together a makeshift carriage, attaching it to the back of the coffin procession.

Once seated in the carriage, Durken handed Anthony and the silver coin each a pair of glasses: "Pore-Origin Force Imaging Mirror Version Two. Give them a try and let me know what needs improvement."

"Upgraded already? Where’s mine?" Negris protested.