Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 7 - 7: Skeleton Counts as a ’Person’, Right?_1

7 Chapter 7: Skeleton Counts as a ‘Person’, Right?_1

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

An Observer? What is that? Ange tilted his head, looking at the old witch in confusion.

Ange was ‘puzzled’, but since he was a skeleton, his eye sockets couldn’t convey emotions. To the old witch, Ange’s ‘head-tilting’ action seemed more ‘severe’, which frightened the old witch into clutching his mouth tightly.

“I didn’t say anything, I don’t know anything.” His words were muffled by his covered mouth. Despite this, Feilin’s once muddy eyes sparkled with hope.

Feilin’s inexplicable actions left Ange somewhat perplexed, leading him to stare at Feilin in wonder.

This ‘wonderment’ was interpreted as dissatisfaction by Feilin: Lord Observer was dissatisfied.

A chill ran down Feilin’s spine as he realized his lapse. He quickly rubbed his face to regain his composure, picked up the fallen magic wand and tidied his clothes. He straightened his back, and although he still looked somewhat unnatural, there were no traces of his previous breakdown.

Aisike returned from the entrance and asked, “What happened? Lord City, it’s just a kid, you didn’t scare it, did you?”

A kid? Feilin’s heart thumped as he cautiously glanced at Ange. Seeing no reaction from him, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said, “Indeed, a quiet kid.”

As he steps aside, he roars inwardly: A kid? He is probably older than your great-great-great-great-grandfather, and you dare call him a kid?!!

Ange felt unnerved by Feilin’s strange actions, so he quickly approached Aisike.

Aisike glanced at Feilin in puzzlement, unable to see any abnormalities, and then said to Ange:

“Don’t be afraid, Feilin is a good person. There’s a soul pressure between you undead, but you’ll get used to it. Enter this door and you’ll be in the underground city. It is very safe here. There are no predators. As long as you don’t attack others at will, you can live until your bones decay. Find a place you like to stay, and come to me if you need anything …. ”

Aisike rambled on and on as he led Ange away.

Feilin wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead and sighed relievedly. But he quickly showed an ecstatic expression. The Observer appeared, the underground city was saved!

If Feilin wasn’t a witch who had lived for thousands of years, if he hadn’t worked at the world’s transit station, he might not have known about the Observer.

Observers are the controllers of the transmission channels, the observers and guardians of the world. This is not a formal term, but a title conventionally used by some insiders of the world’s transit station, and it has not been recognized by the Observer.

Lord Observer doesn’t have a fixed form. Sometimes he is a skeleton, sometimes a zombie, or even a ghost. But the common feature is that they all have a magic skin ornament.

This lack of a fixed form indicates that those are not the true form of the Observer, but projections of their consciousness. Powerful Observers project their consciousness onto temporary bodies from other locations, observing and guarding the world’s transit station.

Because of these bodies, the power of the Observers is not very strong. They are sometimes killed by some mischievous fellows. But it’s okay, they are only temporary bodies and do not affect the Observers at all. On the contrary, those who kill these bodies will have to face the wrath of Lord Observer.

The angriest incident involved a team of powerful black knights being transported through the transmission channel. A total of twelve black knights slaughtered the entire four hundred members of the offending Demon Trading Group.

Since then, no one dared to kill those unremarkable skeletons and zombies at will. Unless the skeleton zombies initiate an attack, many people say, the Observer is likely the projection of the king, otherwise how could he command a whole team of black knights?

Of course, that was almost a thousand years ago. Since the world’s transit station was closed, this world, originally barren and desolate, has gradually returned to its original state.

Without the transfer trade of the Undead Empire, the economy here declined, food production decreased, the population sharply reduced, and the remaining people hid in a few underground cities to linger on.

And now, they may not even be able to linger on. The underground city’s food production is decreasing year by year, and it may not be able to support the more than 5,000 people. If there are no new sources of food, two-thirds of the population in the underground city may starve to death.

This is a terrifying humanitarian disaster, which Feilin desperately wanted to avoid. He sent several missions to buy food from other underground cities, but all were refused without exception.

This is normal, not only is his underground city lacking in food, but so are others. If they sell to others, they would starve themselves.

In normal circumstances, Feilin would have launched a war movement at this time, marshaling all the forces in the underground city to seize other people’s food.

However, the Resting Wind prevented this situation from happening. No underground city can declare war against Resting Wind.

If war is not an option, the last choice may be the Undead Calamity.

However, at this critical juncture, the Observer appeared. What does this mean? It means that the world’s transit station may be reopened.

Even if it is not reopened, with Lord Observer’s ability, it should be easy to solve the food supply problem, so they will not have to resort to the last step.

With this thought, a hopeful look appeared on Feilin’s face, and the wind element lifted his body, allowing him to float into the underground city.

After walking through a dark tunnel, there is a sudden openness. A slightly downward sloping slope extends to a huge underground space. A large number of houses have been excavated along the slope and extend down along two main roads.

The main road is lit by oil lamps, providing lighting for the road. All kinds of creatures were walking, talking, and it was a busy scene.

Aisike, who was walking in front, turned around and said to Ange: “After you enter here, you’re safe. As long as you don’t attack others at will, no one will hurt you. So, may your soul be at peace, see you again if I’m free.”

With that, Aisike got on the wooden cable car and slid towards the opposite cliff. Although he had seen Feilin, the underground city had other managers, and he needed to report to other managers on the situation.

With Ange and the little zombie left behind, they both watched droopingly as Aisike increasingly disappeared into the distance on the cable car.

The sound of “crunch, crunch” echoed, Ange turned his head and saw a white skeleton carrying a basket full of coal and climbing up the stairs.

The little zombie’s eyes lit up, it flashed a grin and was about to pounce on it. In the Sea of the Deceased, it had to hunt for skeletons every day. After walking a whole day without eating, it was already starving.

Ange quickly grabbed the zombie’s collar and stopped it. Aisike had repeatedly said ‘not to attack others’, and skeletons should be considered ‘others’ as well.