Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

 

“What’s going on? Wasn’t it a Divine Technique? Why isn’t there any change?” Negris asked.

Ange dumped a pile of food in front of Xi and stomped her foot energetically.

It wasn’t that there were no changes, but that the changes needed time to show. If it was just the power of the Goddess of Beauty, it might take several months for such changes to appear. Thankfully, Ange also had the Instant Death Halo.

Under the aura of the halo, Xi quickly felt hungry, grabbing the food before her and munching away. As she munched, she felt her teeth fall out. With some force, she spat out a bunch of misshapen, broken teeth.

How could this be? Subconsciously, Xi prodded her gums with her tongue, discovering new teeth had already grown.

As she continued munching, Xi found her finger joints significantly smaller, her skin much softer too. She felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation course through her body, like every shackle that had bounded her was broken one by one.

Because there was no mirror, Xi herself didn’t notice awe-inspiring physical changes. However, the onlookers were in utter shock, their eyes widening as they saw a hideous, almost beast-like figure morph into an extraordinarily beautiful woman right before their eyes, visible to the naked eye.

This woman bore some resemblance to Lisa, delicate and luscious, slightly resembled Sava, tall and pure, and even had a bit of Katie, gentle yet passionate…

“Kvada, Ange, did you really combine the best features of these three into one?” Negris asked in disbelief.

“Oh my God, sir, what kind of fist is this? Can you give me a punch? I’ve always thought I’m too short.” Lisa excitedly asked.

“Sir, sir, give me a punch, I feel I’m too flat,” Sava clung to Ange’s arm, pleading with sparkling eyes.

“Sir, sir…”

Ange shook his head, “Ten times the soul flame, and the power of the Goddess of Beauty.”

“Ten times Soul Flame? Is it the soul flame of the Instant Death Halo times ten? And what is the power of the Goddess of Beauty?” Negris asked while driving away the almost-crazed women.

Ange unveiled the statue of the Goddess of Beauty briefly, “Its power, can be used two more times.”

“The power of the Goddess of Beauty’s Statue? Can still be used two more times? Can it recover?” Negris asked.

Ange nodded but added, “Slow.”

“Then don’t waste it. Don’t worry about those people, just keep the Power of the Goddess of Beauty, and by the way, what’s the name of this Divine Technique?” Since this Divine Technique required the special Power of the Goddess of Beauty, it couldn’t be used casually.

Ange tilted his head, thinking about a name.

“Sir,” Sava, who had been pushed to the side, raised her hand, “The phantom you grabbed just now represents ugliness. How about calling it Ugly Breaking Fist?”

“Break your head.” Negris flew over and slapped her on the head, “How’s your homework? I haven’t felt any new knowledge entering the database recently. Have you been slacking off? If you continue this way, I can cut your funding.”

Sava immediately wore a sullen look, “If you want new knowledge input, why don’t you study by yourself?”

“You’re the only believer of the God of Knowledge, who will study if you don’t? Get going.” Negris shooed away Sava, who was sure she’d receive a handful of assignments for suggesting a name, had she known, she would have kept her mouth shut.

After shooing away the onlookers begging for a punch, Negris expressed his disappointment, “What a pity, such a beauty enhancing Divine Technique has no real meaning, it’s not as useful as your Instant Death Halo, and not fit for battle. You can’t just punch an enemy and make them more beautiful, right?”

Ange tilted his head in thought, “It can be done like this.”

Baffled, Negris withdrew his mind back in the Resting Palace, following the lone hand of Ange, and flew over to the farm.

Ange reached into a bunch of rice in the field and pulled out a shadow image of rice stalks, and struck a punch on it.

“Huh! This Goddess of Beauty Fist can be used on plants too? What did you break?” Negris asked in shock.

“Short,” Ange replied.

It took a while for Negris to comprehend Ange’s meaning: “You mean, you considered ‘Short’ as ‘ugliness’, and you broke it? Can the plant grow tall then?”

Ange nodded.

“This is a Divine Technique, indeed! This isn’t for beauty enhancement; it can change the inherent shortcomings in species. This is a Divine Technique!” Negris’s body trembled with excitement.

Ange didn’t understand why he was so moved. Ignoring him, Ange continued telekinetically accelerated the growth of the “shortness”-shattered rice plant.

Very quickly, the crop that was originally 1.2 meters tall grew to about 2.3 meters high, taller than a person. It was no longer rice; it had become a rice tree. The rice spikes it yielded were unprecedentedly large; their production was heavier, at least 70 percent higher than when it was lower.

Negris, who had been excitedly trembling alone for quite some time, flew over and asked, “Ange, you still have one more use of Goddess of Beauty Fist, right?”

Ange nodded, thinking about which ‘ugliness’ of the rice plant he’d use his last Goddess of Beauty Fist on.

Without looking at his expression, Negris instinctively knew what he was pondering, and hastily asked, “Based on the current speed, how long does it take to recover once?”

Ange calculated the recovery speed of the power of the Goddess of Beauty and said, “Two months.”

“That’s too long. Ange, can you leave this last Goddess of Beauty Fist for me?” Negris earnestly asked.

“You’re a corpse dragon, it can’t be used on you,” Ange shook his head.

“Not for me.”

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