Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 71

Chapter 71: Chapter 67 Can't Plant Vegetables? Shut Down 1

Translator: 549690339

“According to my research, this door should be opened with a key. Once you get the key, you can easily push it open.” Negris managed to say with a straight face.

This should be a door similar to those opened by magic markings, requiring some sort of verification, and this method of verification is the key. Unfortunately, who knows what kind of verification it uses?

So, it's not his fault if the door can't be opened. What others use for the key is beyond the scope of 'Knowledge'.

In fact, Negris had regretted it long ago. When he boasted in the past, he used a term called 'Omniscient', which was just a slogan to fool believers. That's because those who believe in the God of Knowledge would never ask such inexplicable common-sense questions.

So when he saw Ange as Little Skeleton, he merely went along with it and ended up falling into a trap.

Kvada, he was the God of Knowledge, not the God of Common Sense or Current Affairs. Where could he have gotten the knowledge of what transpired over the 1000-plus years of his incarceration, without contact with his believers?

Just as Negris was mentally mumbling his regrets, Ange's left hand gave a push on the wall, and it fell inwards.

“???” Several big question marks popped up in Negris' mind: “What's going on? Was there no lock? Why did it open so easily? Is your Boundary-crossing Hand the key?”

Ange tilted his head in confusion, waved his hand, and the wall flipped back up, blocking the corridor.

This time, he pushed the wall with his right hand, but it didn't budge.

Negris also stepped forward and tried pushing with his tiny claws, but to no avail. The others took turns to try, including Luther, who arrived a bit late, and they all tried pushing the wall.

In the end, it was confirmed that only Ange's left hand could move it, there was no doubt about it, the Boundary-crossing Hand was the 'key' to activate the Control Tower.

“I knew it. Both the Soul Network and divinity are on you. The Empire's last heir, you really have crazy good luck. No, wait, I'm still alive, aren't I? Why didn't I inherit the Empire's legacy? Is it because I'm not undead? This is discrimination, this is discrimination.” Negris thought indignantly.

The decor in the Control Tower was simple, crude, and minimalist. Yes, there was nothing inside, it was empty.

Only in the corner was there a row of skeletons. Judging by the decaying fabrics on them, these skeletons died here alive. If they had been skeletons in life, they wouldn't have worn clothes. and if they were necromancers. their bodies wouldn't have rotted to bones.

“These should be the former operators of the Control Tower. When the world transit station suddenly stopped, and the gate closed, they got trapped here until they died.” Negris speculated.

Arriving late and missing the battle, Luther, somewhat depressed, asked, “Why does the Control Tower need so many people? Isn't it just to control the

Teleportation Array? Speaking of which, what's so vital about controlling the

Teleportation Array? Isn't it enough to power it with demon crystals?”

Negris sneered: “You're ignorant. Do you know why this place is called the World Transit Station? This is one of the few dimensional teleportation hubs. Every day, there are more than a hundred transmissions, involving countless dimensions. The coordinates, distances, weight, volume, and type of transported goods, and the number of demon crystals required, all need to be strictly calculated. There wouldn't be enough people to handle the job without enough personnel. ”

Luther blinked; this was clearly beyond his scope of knowledge. Unable to comprehend, he quickly changed the subject: “With so many people, why isn't there any furniture? Isn't it tiring to stand?”

Ange tilted his head, and with a slight lift of his left hand, a bunch of furniture rose from the ground, including a table that shot directly under Luther's buttocks, hoisting him up.

“Hmm, hidden furniture, quite comfortable, well Luther stretched lazily, leaned back hard, and the curve of the chair bent with his stretch, providing the best support for his body, so comfortable he didn't want to get up.

“Can it morph?”” Curious, Negris jumped onto a chair too.

As soon as he lay down, the chair adjusted to suit his body. A hole was open behind his butt for his tail, the backrest was depressed to accommodate his wings, and even extended a stand to hold his chin, reducing the strain on his neck.

“These things are amazing, aren't they? So comfortable, I don't want to get up, where can I buy a set? I want to buy one.” Luther adjusted the most comfortable position, and just as he was swaying, feeling sleepy, a strong current rushed through his body, almost electrocuting his soul out.

Luther screamed and bounced off the chair, landing on the ground, unable to stand steady, shuddering.

Seeing someone else's misfortune instantly improved Negris' mood. He laughed, “This piece was designed to make you work better, not to be lazy. Now know why they were all humans at the time?”

On the other two chairs, Little Zombie and Angel Skeleton both lay comfortably, unaffected by the electric sparks from the chairs.

“Ange, how did you do it?” Negris turned to ask Ange, and as he turned his head, his chair rotated the same degree.

Negris was amazed, wasn't this too convenient? It's specifically for lazy people. He found it quite tempting. If he had been alive and had such a chair to lie on, wouldn't he have slept all day every day? He wouldn't have the inclinations to spread knowledge then, would he?

Ange tilted his head and answered in an uncertain tone: “Well, I think, I can control this place..”

Chapter end