Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1551 - 1112: Damn, He Got a Photo of Me Again

Chapter 1551: Chapter 1112: Damn, He Got a Photo of Me Again

Really good at bragging... Xisluo muttered inwardly as he took the problem set. After glancing at the first page, he froze in place, then astonished, began flipping through it seriously.

After double-checking it several times, Xisluo raised his head in disbelief, looking at Negris and saying, "Truly... truly all correct. Your wisdom is as high as 300 points? My god, you are a wise man."

Even his address changed to a respectful tone, clearly he had been genuinely shocked.

Negris, however, was unfazed: "300 points is just the limit of the problem set, not my limit. Besides, these problem sets don’t test wisdom, they only assess knowledge levels. As long as you’ve studied before, you can solve them. Later, I’ll come up with some questions to show you what true wisdom is."

Wisdom is wisdom, intelligence is intelligence. Some people have excellent memory, skim through things at lightning speed, calculate quickly, just like Xisluo, but that’s called intelligence.

Others are clumsy speakers, taking half a day to finish one sentence, doing thousands of monotonous, tedious comparative experiments, yet when it comes to fights or farming, no one can compare with them—like Ange.

Thus, among this group, the one with the most wisdom is actually the dazed and goofy Ange.

And yet this Wisdom Association clearly conflates intelligence with wisdom, churning out a bunch of problems testing intelligence or knowledge reserves, perfectly suited for someone like Negris, the God of Knowledge.

Xisluo glanced at Negris, then at the problem set in his hand, and finally at Ursman, saying, "Meeting Lord Ursman makes me incredibly happy. Recently, the association has encountered the greatest challenge since its founding—the Light Disaster. After deliberation, everyone decided to give the highest authority as a reward to whoever can solve the Light Disaster problems."

"So I’d like to invite Lord Ursman and Lord Negris to accompany me to Sage’s Home to see if we can solve the Light Disaster challenge," Xisluo said.

Negris asked in confusion, "But hasn’t the Light Disaster already been resolved? Haven’t you received the trees distributed by the Great Speaker?"

Xisluo replied, "We received them, but that method only addresses the symptoms, not the root cause—it doesn’t truly solve the Light Disaster. The World Tree merely enhances plants’ resistance, essentially applying a Light Disaster Resistance Aura to the entire plane. But once you’re away from the World Tree, the Light Disaster persists. We can’t exactly move the World Tree to airships or the Abyss Dimension, can we?"

Does it matter? Negris blinked in a daze. Airships and the Abyss Dimension usually don’t get sunlight anyway, and even if they did, nothing could grow there regardless. Why care?

Just as Negris was about to say something, Anthony suddenly interjected, "Why do we have to go with you? Can’t we just go on our own? Solving the Light Disaster problems is all that matters."

Xisluo visibly flinched and quickly said, "No, that won’t work. You’re not members of the Wisdom Association; you cannot participate."

He’d said so much just to demonstrate his value. The other side clearly intended to take his body for Ursman’s use, and if he failed to prove his worth, he might end up sealed here forever.

"Haha, who says we’re not members of the Wisdom Association? Allow me to introduce—Lord of Omniscience." Anthony gestured dramatically toward Negris, who cooperatively revealed the divine seal of the Lord of Omniscience.

"How is that possible? The Lord of Omniscience is clearly dead, and also wasn’t a dragon but a snake," Xisluo exclaimed in shock.

"Snakes have dragon veins; once they shed their skin and evolve, they become dragons," Anthony nonsensically retorted. "Now just say—does the divine seal look real or not?"

"This... that... uh..." Xisluo stammered, unable to form a coherent response.

For gods, a body was merely like clothing, exchangeable at will, but the god status and divine seal were unique. Normally, the Lord of Omniscience wouldn’t use its giant serpent body out and about—it would possess different bodies. As long as the divine seal remained identical, no one would suspect it was counterfeit.

Yet, if Negris could use the identity of the Lord of Omniscience, wouldn’t that render Xisluo irrelevant?

Almost as if reading his mind, Anthony leaned in and whispered, "Feeling useless? Don’t think that way. You’re one of the Sparks of Wisdom too—your wisdom is recognized. Although you’re not on the level of certain freaks, you still have your own value."

"Subordinate Origin... hmm, the Star God’s Body can’t be yours, but you have a soul. You don’t necessarily need the Star God’s Body anyway. We’ll customize a body for you—alive or dead, male or female, tall or short—even non-human if you want. Interested?" Anthony rambled on persuasively.

What other choice did Xisluo have? Refuse? Stay sealed here forever?

"I’m willing to follow Lord Anthony’s arrangements. Please guide me forward," Xisluo said sensibly.

After casually finding him a body and implementing the usual loyalty programming, Negris was already eagerly saying, "Let’s go, go, go! Take us to Sage’s Home; I want to see how many problems are waiting to be solved."

Anthony, however, shook his head. "Wait a moment. Xisluo, is the Boulder Plains your territory?"

"Yes, my lord. The Boulder Plains and several nearby cities are part of my family’s domain; they’re currently managed by a witch," Xisluo explained truthfully, though puzzled.

Anthony nodded. "Good, we’re commandeering it."

Then he turned to Ange and said, "My lord, the soil of this grassland should be quite fertile. Shall we go check it out?"

Ange’s eyes lit up instantly. He nodded enthusiastically and darted out excitedly.

Negris felt a sudden pang of anxiety: Damn it, he got ahead of me again—why couldn’t I think of that?

Leaving the Divine Realm, they were greeted by a lush green grassland dotted with massive boulders. They were standing atop one such pile of stacked stones.

"Do you have a World Tree here?" Anthony asked.

Xisluo shook his head. "No. This isn’t a major grain-producing area—why would anyone plant a World Tree here?"

"Huh? Then why is the grass growing so well? Don’t you also send people to the Underground City to sell grain? That grain must have yielded well too, right?" Negris exclaimed in astonishment.

"Haha, I don’t know why either. The grass and grain here are indeed unaffected by the Light Disaster. It’s a pity I’m not a botanist—if I were, I might have researched the cause and stumbled upon a solution to the Light Disaster," Xisluo lamented.

"Heh, maybe it’s just your dumb luck. We don’t have a botanist, but there’s a God of Farming around," Negris grumbled sarcastically.

Thanks to the robust grass growth, Ange decided not to alter its use. He, as the God of Farming, didn’t care whether it was grass or grain meant for consumption—he simply gathered some grass seeds for experimentation.

After finishing up, the group used the teleportation array to travel to Leo’s Court located in the city of Ursman, home to Sage’s Home.

"Amazing, a city named after you? Even I, as the God of Knowledge, don’t get that kind of treatment," Negris remarked enviously.

Having just possessed his Star God’s Body and still adjusting, Ursman managed a strained smile without responding, while Anthony jested, "Don’t you have the Bronze Book Tower? Plus a bunch of Halls of Knowledge? You’re the one with the quirky sense of humor who doesn’t let anyone know your divine name. Remember the reward you handed out in the past—anyone who knew your name had the privilege to ask you questions anytime?"

Negris forced an awkward smile. Of course, he remembered—his quirky sense of humor hadn’t tricked anyone, but instead had backfired when Ange exploited it. That damned skeleton asked a single question every day, nearly driving Negris to suffocation.

Just as he was about to say something, a familiar voice rang out in the distance: "You bastard—do you know who I am? I’m Prince Klalata, and you dare block my way? Guards, seize him!"

Boom! With a loud explosion, a Mourning Undead Soldier was sent flying.