Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 690: Chapter 387 Expensive, Not Changing_1
 

The God of Shadows was hiding within the shadow of a Sorrow Angel, ready to pounce.

If it had been anyone else, they might have completely overlooked it, but it had run into Ange.

“So, your Ring of Balance can also function as a detector?” Shocked by the news from Ange, Negris said:

“Right, measuring everything… even without weight, there should still be volume, energy strength. Kvada, it just hit me. The magic tricks that Durken performed in front of you, and the evaporation of Tom not long ago, did you discover them in this way too?”

“The one with Tom, yes.” Ange replied, meaning he hadn’t discovered Durken in the same way.

Negris sighed and stopped discussing, realizing that this skeleton had become stronger with each passing day. The skills he possessed surpassed Negris’ understanding. Negris couldn’t teach him much more and might have to learn from him in the future.

However, after being hit several times, Negris grew accustomed to it and asked, “Where is the God of Shadows?”

Ange stretched his hand and pointed to one of the Sorrow Angels.

The God of Shadows was taken aback when Ange pointed, and stealthily moved to the shadow of another Sorrow Angel. Right after it moved, it saw Ange’s finger was already pointing to its new location.

Hastily switching positions again, Ange was still pointing at it. Despite its reluctance, it had to believe that Ange could genuinely see it.

Somewhat unwillingly, it emerged from the shadow and the God of Shadows asked loudly, “How can you see me?”

Ange tilted his head, thought for a moment, before finding the most suitable adjective: “Fat.”

He wanted to say that its surface area was large. Under the Ring of Balance, the God of Shadows appeared to have a large area. But saying that would have been wordy, ‘fat’ was more fitting.

Struck dumb, the God of Shadows recalled how it had been described as sinister, evil, deserving of death, but never before as fat. How was it fat? It was but a thin layer.

Aren’t shadows supposed to be a thin layer on top of an object?

That’s not right. While shadows spread out and normally looked ‘fatter’ than their actual size, there were also times when they appeared ‘thinner.’ When the light was too strong or hit at a direct angle, shadows would even disappear.

“So, am I fat, or thin? Ah! Why am I even agonizing over this?” The God of Shadows exploded in frustration.

It wasn’t angry at Ange for calling it fat, but rather at itself for fretting over the question. Didn’t it know that dwelling on academic problems could lead to a headache? Even though it didn’t have hair.

Changing the topic at once, the God of Shadows said, “So, it’s you who keeps targeting the angels of the apocalypse.”

“Sorrow.” Ange corrected him.

The God of Shadows paused for a moment to understand Ange’s meaning before complaining, “Why do you talk in fragments? Are you constipated? Although they used to be called Sorrow, now that the God of Arbitration has started the apocalypse, they are the angels of the apocalypse, understand? They got promoted.”

Ange gazed at it blankly. The God of Shadows almost felt like plucking its hair out, were it not for Negris who reminded him mentally at the moment, “Ask what the apocalypse is about.”

“What’s the apocalypse?” Ange asked.

The God of Shadows smirked, “Not telling you.”

Ange pulled out a bag of Demon Crystals.@@novelbin@@

The God of Shadows was once again surprised. His mouth fell agape—it had been shocked thrice since it first emerged from Ange, and the Sorrow Angels hadn’t even surrounded them yet.

Ange was always one step ahead, aiming for a position it couldn’t foresee, was he trying to buy it off? It was unexpected since nobody had ever tried to buy it before.

“Mere Dem…” the God of Shadows chuckled dismissively. But before it could finish, Ange took out another bag of Soul Crystals.

“Sss! You actually have the Evil Undea…” Although it didn’t need Soul Crystals, a bagful meant a huge amount of Faith Elemental Force. And the Soul Crystals were from Undead Heretics, did this guy also belong to the heretics?

Before it could finish, Ange had taken out a bag of Holy Crystals.

Shamara used these to exchange for daily necessities, as there were many Disciples of Light, they were worth much more than their intrinsic value and were very expensive.

Ever since Ange obtained Little Ghost, these were like Soul Crystals, which could be condensed at any time, they were just solidified Power of Faith.

The God of Shadows was speechless. While Soul Crystals had no use for it, Holy Crystals were very useful.

Of course, to buy it over, a mere bag of Holy Crystals was still…

Ange took out a Divine Artifact—the Spear of Shadows.

“My Spear of Shadows! How did it end up with you?” The God of Shadows couldn’t hold back any longer.

“What’s the apocalypse?” Ange asked again.

The fluctuations in the form of the God of Shadows indicated the turmoil inside it. The thought of ‘it can’t be bought’ had been thrown into oblivion.

However, it managed to resist the temptation and said begrudgingly, “Not telling—”

Ange then took out a Divine Fragment…

The God of Shadows felt its mind buzz. When it used to deceive others, it often used a phrase: everything has its price, and if you can’t buy it, you haven’t bid high enough. Now it knew its own worth.

“If… If you have a complete divine statue, I would accept…” This was the God of Shadows’ psychological price. If it was a complete divine statue instead of fragmented pieces, it would do anything.

Before it could finish, Ange already had a divine statue, the second blank divine statue from a God Flower.

“Pfft, you actually have one? Are you transformed from the Goddess of Redemption?” The God of Shadows could not suppress its excitement—a complete divine statue and a blank one at that. If it obtained an independent divine statue, it could sit back and relax from Lord Light.

Everyone always spoke of the God of Light and Darkness, but for the God of Shadows, that wasn’t something to boast about. Lord Light was the principal, and it was just a vassal, a mere shadow of the light.

Before Ange took out the divine statue, it never thought it had other choices. But now, a path it had never considered had appeared in front of it. It felt as if it could break free from Lord Light, own its divine statue, and become a real God of Shadows.

Without hesitation, the God of Shadows immediately said, “Okay, deal. Give me the divine statue, and I will tell you about the ange…”

Before it could finish, to its frustration, Ange put the blank divine statue away.

“What are you doing? Don’t you want to know what the apocalypse is about? Why hide your divine statue?” The God of Shadows rushed anxiously and drifted over.

Ange shook his head, “Too expensive, no exchange.”

Ange quickly did the math—exchanging a question with a blank divine statue was too costly. He decided there would be no exchange. After all, he didn’t really care about the apocalypse, only Negris was curious about it.

PS: It won’t be speeding up until after the New Year. You have no idea how miserable my past month has been, sigh.