Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1543 - 1104: Won’t Anyone Pay Attention to Me?

Chapter 1543: Chapter 1104: Won’t Anyone Pay Attention to Me?

Sometimes, caution stems from overthinking. Take Ange’s group as an example—just seeing a Minor Source Physique made them immediately imagine a powerful Subordinate Origin. Even if it were a fake, it would still require the strength of at least a Subordinate Origin.

What is a Subordinate Origin, anyway? It’s a being just slightly weaker than entities like Abyssal Big Mouth, Dark Origin, Monarch, and other Void Origins, but still wielding Origin Power.

In the current Void, this is the pinnacle of combat strength, a power level that would undeniably surpass even the Great Speaker. Even Ange believed that only by joining forces with Little Ghost and Kram could they achieve guaranteed victory.

But now, they realized they had seriously overthought it. Could it be that this Minor Source Physique was something a lucky Witch stumbled upon? Perhaps she usually just used it carefully for transporting goods and earning some logistics fees?

Ange and the rest formed a circle, glaring menacingly, while the Minor Source Physique squatted docilely on the ground, tugging its ear and nodding furiously. "Yes, yes, yes! I’m just transporting grain to sell. The Teleportation Array is too expensive; we can’t afford it. The grain we sell doesn’t even cover the teleportation fees."

Everyone exchanged baffled glances, even Anthony was dumbfounded by the absurdity of the situation. It was like driving a luxury carriage to deliver manure—only Ange could pull off something like this.

A Minor Source Physique—if the Witch could only unleash even one percent of its power, it would still be enough to rob an entire bank!

"Huh? Robbing is wrong! We shouldn’t rob people. Our harvest was abundant; we can sell surplus grain. Would you like to buy some?" asked the Witch innocently.

"Of course. How much do you have? We’ll take it all," said Anthony as he backed up to make space, and Silver Coin stepped forward.

After resolving the grain trade and signing contracts and delivery slips, Silver Coin stepped aside, and Anthony moved forward again.

"How did you acquire this physique?" Anthony asked.

"From the Megalith Array. There’s a Megalith Array in our area, and this stone figure has always been at its center. After becoming a Witch, I performed daily rituals for it until it accepted me," she replied.

"Are you saying that this physique existed in the Megalith Array before you became a Witch?" Anthony asked.

The Witch nodded.

"Could it be some sort of ancient relic that she just happened to stumble upon?" Negris mumbled under his breath.

"This isn’t a knight novel! Since when do such overpowered coincidences happen? Even if the Angel were handed to you, could you control it?" Anthony retorted irritably.

"Pfft, are you kidding? Would you have any better luck controlling it?" Negris shot back. "So what are you trying to say?"

"That there’s another ’it’—alive," Anthony replied.

By ’alive,’ he didn’t mean alive in the sense of life and death, but rather possessing self-awareness. Yet, despite a few probing exchanges, the Witch continued to exude her airheaded, naïve demeanor, as if she didn’t understand Anthony’s words at all.

"Hah, playing dumb, eh? Boss, seize her," Anthony said.

Ange nodded, reached out, and grabbed.

In an instant, the Witch dropped her act. Her expression hardened, her body straightened, and she transformed into the tall, lean figure of a Celestial Descendant. An invisible force field rippled outward, shaving a layer off the solid rock beneath their feet.

"I was hoping to figure out how you’ve been restricting my power transfer. Since you won’t play along, I’ll just beat the answers out of you..." the Witch said icily. But before she could finish, she froze mid-sentence.

Ange lunged forward in a blur, dragging a shadowy afterimage. Ignoring her force field, he plunged his hand into her chest.

Her chest turned from solid to virtual, allowing Ange’s hand to pass through without resistance. He gripped a White Crystal inside and yanked it out.

As the White Crystal was extracted, the Witch, who had been posing just moments earlier, now lay entirely ’cold,’ her eyes devoid of light, collapsing like a statue.

The rapid turn of events stunned everyone. Though Ange had said he could overpower her, wasn’t this a bit too easy?

"Your hand... it’s almost like she made her body virtual on purpose to let you stab her. What did you do to her?" Negris asked in disbelief.

Ange said, "It. Imprint. Erased. Mine. Body. Mine."

"Hah! So that’s it! You wiped her old imprint and replaced it with your own. That’s why you took control of the body directly!" Negris couldn’t help but laugh.

So this Witch had projected herself onto a body that no longer belonged to her—it was practically a trap! And she had walked into it, much to everyone’s surprise, including Anthony’s.

The Witch had clearly assumed she could act fearlessly because she was merely projecting into the body. At worst, she’d lose the physique, but no big deal. However, Little Ghost emerged from Ange’s hand and spat out the White Crystal.

The hand that had grasped the White Crystal had been fused with Little Ghost. In truth, it was Little Ghost that devoured it.

The White Crystal didn’t fall to the ground but instead floated mid-air, trembling. A panicked consciousness emanated from it, shouting, "What did you do to me? What did you do to me?"

As it struggled, a phantom slowly emerged from the White Crystal, eventually solidifying into an extraordinarily beautiful woman.

True to her role as a Witch, her face carried an aura of divine beauty, pure and immaculate. Yet the faint trace of panic on her face added a blemish, injecting a hint of sacrilegious allure that was irresistibly enticing.

Too bad none of the people around her could be considered human. What intrigued them more was the imprint on the White Crystal. Negris exclaimed, "Isn’t this Klarm’s Divine Shell imprint? It almost blocked your projection entirely. How did Little Ghost manage it?"

Before Ange could answer, Kram appeared on his own and said, "I shared it. The God of Light selflessly taught me the Perpetual Method. I traded all my knowledge for it—it was priceless. Praise the Light."

Kram earnestly made a Light gesture, and a thick torrent of faith surged toward Little Ghost.

A single act stirred a flood of faith; Kram’s conviction was insanely strong.

"What is this Perpetual Method? Is it really that powerful?" Negris couldn’t help but ask.

"Of course it’s powerful! Self-worship, perpetual existence, endless cycles. Once you learn this technique, there’s no need to worry, even if you’re thrown into the Boundless Great Prison," Kram replied.

"Oh, so that’s what it is," everyone muttered in understanding. No wonder Little Ghost had escaped the Boundless Space Hole—that method was already well-known.

What was surprising was that Kram had learned Little Ghost’s ability, and Little Ghost had gained Kram’s imprint-blocking technique. Their mutual learning and growth essentially meant they now had two Little Ghosts and two Plane Consciousnesses.

"What if..." Negris had just started to suggest learning the technique himself when an angry voice interrupted him: "What are you doing?! Will no one pay any attention to me?!"