Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

The little claw pressed against the finger bone, giving it a squeeze, seeming somewhat hesitant.

Feiti stretched out his hand, feeling puzzled, and prodded the little claw. With a press, the flesh of the claw sank in; when he released it, it popped back out. It was soft and fun to play with.

After Feiti had prodded it a few times and was about to do so again, the little claw swatted his hand away.

In the end, the little claw still took the finger bone away. When it stretched out again, it threw out a small bag of elf beans.

“No…” As Feiti was about to say something, the little claw swiftly retracted.

“I don’t want this…ask the Undead God…I don’t eat…” Feiti looked at the empty statue’s hand and was very confused. He didn’t need to eat, so why would it give him elf beans? He just wanted to ask for information about the Undead God.

But the little claw had already retracted and could no longer hear him. What was he to do?

“I’ve been tricked…” Feiti raised the hand that was now missing a finger. He sighed, picked up a common finger bone from the ground and placed it on the statue’s hand.

He had been too optimistic. How could an evil god possibly fancy a common finger bone? Feiti found some rocks and added them to the statue’s hand, but there was still no reaction.

And so, a lone figure wandered across the land, placing whatever new things it found on the statue’s hand. But in this desolate world, many things were without value…

…

Ange filled the newly tilled farmland with crops. The soil here was fertile, surrounded by barren hills and rarely visited. Once cultivated, it could support many people.

Actually, the Master Plane had an abundance of undeveloped lands. However, due to low productivity, the effort and returns of cultivating these lands were disproportionate. The noble landlords had no interest in this. They would rather drive out and annex the lands of the peasants, because those were fertile grounds.

This place was only a few dozen kilometres away from the Black Mountain Kingdom, but to develop it, a road would be needed. How much would it cost to construct a road here?

Even once the road was built, and farmers were relocated here, if the population was too small, nothing could be accomplished. If the population was large, the investment would be enormous, easily leading to a noble’s bankruptcy.

Once the people were relocated, farmland had to be opened, houses had to be built for settlement, along with the variety of other preliminary investments; the cost would be tremendous.

How about the return? The first year would certainly be pure expenditure. There would be some income the second year, but it would definitely not cover the expenditure. Only after five, six, seven, or eight years could the income and expenditure possibly balance, and only then could taxes be collected.

However, relying solely on taxes, the payback period for such preliminary investments might stretch to several decades. Everyone knew that cultivating wasteland was a century-long endeavor, but after truly calculating the cost, who would be willing to commit to such extensive cultivation and development?

“You’re impressive. In a few days, you opened up hundreds of acres of wasteland. By using this area as a base, relocating a few dozen farmer families here, we can already harvest next year. After breaking even, we can gradually expand from this spot without needing much investment and build a town,” Negris remarked in admiration.

Ange shook his head: “No need to wait until next year.” He responded, pressing down to leave a footprint.

He was saying: they didn’t need to wait until next year to have a harvest. The farmland he opened up was planned according to the maximum range the Instant Death Halo could radiate.

In the beginning, the Instant Death Halo could only radiate over three hundred acres, but now it could cover six hundred acres, so he opened up farmland with six hundred acres in mind each time.

However, for six hundred acres, the pollination and tasseling period would be overwhelming, so he extended the duration of the Instant Death Halo. Now, it required four hours to complete a full cycle.

With regular usage, Ange became more and more adept at using the Instant Death Halo. When he first mastered it, he could only either open it to the maximum or shrink it to the smallest. He had no control over it.

Now, he was gradually gaining control over the range and acceleration of the halo.

“You upgraded your Divine Technique? How is that possible? How did you manage it?” Negris asked in disbelief.

He also had a Divine Technique. Why couldn’t his be upgraded? He was the same as when he first awakened, and had hardly heard of any instances of upgraded Divine Techniques before.

“Comparison,” Ange replied.

“Wow, you couldn’t possibly be recording the minute changes every time you use your Divine Technique and then comparing it with the past, right?” Negris was speechless.

Ange naturally nodded in agreement.

“…Well, it makes sense. Nobody’s divine power comes easily. They need to use it sparingly. Using a Divine Technique once would already be done very cautiously. Not like you, using it to plant vegetables every day.” Negris said annoyedly:

“Next time, I’ll also compare. Uh, no, I can’t use my Divine Technique anymore. No, the Enlightenment Aura can still be used. The Truth’s Murmur should work too. But my followers never pray to me, I have no chance to use it. Kvada, why doesn’t that terrible child pray?”

Negris’s only follower, the pharmacist Sava, was in her laboratory, carefully adding a medicament drop by drop into a test tube. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she sneezed.

With a twitch of her hand, the medicament dropped too much. The test tube emitted a puff of green smoke which hit Sava in the face. She ended up inhaling a deep breath of it.

Turning green at the swift realization, an outraged Sava exclaimed, “Kvada! Who’s cursing me!? This is a Sleeping Beauty…” She collapsed to the floor before she could finish her sentence and began snoring soundly.

Hearing the commotion, Vania poked her head in. With an ‘as usual’ look on her face, she walked in, extended a hand, and checked for breathing.

“Mm, there’s breathing. Throw her on the bed. If there’s no breathing, find Lisa.” Muttering, Vania stripped Sava bare and threw her onto the bed.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!