Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 816: Chapter 460 Are you that famous?

The God of Life moved especially fast in the forest, wriggling as it went, its steps not seeming very large, but with every step it took, the plants beneath its feet seemed to propel it forward, gliding almost, arriving before Ange in no time.

Little Sapling enthusiastically waved its True Leaf: “Whoosh—grow—Whoosh—grow—”

The God of Life’s smile blossomed, and its head helpfully produced a green leaf.

Excited, Negris flew over and plucked the green leaf.

It hadn’t appreciated the true value before, but now it realized that even a single leaf falling from the God of Life was a treasure.

The God of Life wasn’t particularly concerned, and as it amused Little Sapling, it asked, “Looking for me?”

Ange nodded and said, “Tree hollow, transfer.”

The God of Life was taken aback, clearly not understanding Ange’s words.

Negris didn’t understand either: “What tree hollow?”

Ange scratched his head, organized his vocabulary, and said, “Divine Body, tree hollow, up the tree.” When saying “up the tree,” Ange pointed at the God of Life.

“Oh, you mean that thing, ah yes, the distant past you still remember? Right, the tree hollow.” Negris immediately thought it over, turned to the God of Life, and said:

“Years ago, when we were chasing that Divine Body, you suddenly caught it, and then you led us onto yourself. We passed through a dark passage woven by trees, and then we were transferred onto you, remember?”

The God of Life slowly said, “Old age… I remember.”

Negris nearly choked on its own breath and almost got sidetracked, thinking why emphasize “old age” if you just remember?

Annoyed, Negris said, “Then can you open a tree hollow and transfer our people over?”

“No, it’s too far,” the God of Life said.

Ange nodded to show he understood, pushing Little Sapling onto his head, ready to leave.

“Leaving just like that? Don’t go, don’t go, play a bit longer.” The God of Life resembled an elderly human about to be taken away from his grandson, eliciting almost a tear of sympathy from Negris.

The God of Life used to be so serene, talking leisurely, saying nothing unless asked, and often too lazy to respond to the Elves’ priests daily prayers. And now, it was asking Ange to stay longer…

Ange nodded and with Little Sapling securely on top, began to play in the forest. What was there to play with in a forest? Of course, collecting seeds.

The God of Life followed, occasionally teasing Little Sapling, which responded just as enthusiastically. From time to time, it would emit “whoosh whoo—oh—whoo-oh—whoosh,” as though communicating in a certain way.

This was the second being that could communicate with Little Sapling. Despite Little Sapling’s daily enthusiasm in urging everyone to “grow strong,” it didn’t understand what others said, only Ange could communicate with it, and the God of Life was the second one.

Curious, Negris asked, “What are you talking about?”

The God of Life said, “I am teaching it the experiences of life.”

Negris was surprised, “Teaching the experiences of cultivating the World Tree?”

How could it teach that? It couldn’t even induce the World Tree to germinate, so such experiences were clearly better known by Ange.

The God of Life shook its head, “The experiences of life, all of them.”

“Pff— Aren’t you afraid it’ll burst?” Negris said, as if spitting blood.

The Tree of Life with its hundred thousand-year lifespan has witnessed the growth of countless lives. Wouldn’t such vast experiences overwhelm Little Sapling that it would burst before learning them all?

The God of Life was astonished, “Burst? Knowledge won’t burst anything, and besides, it’s even stronger than me, it can contain all life.”

“It’s stronger than you?” Negris looked at the sprout-like Little Sapling in the pot, struggling to associate it with strength.

Ange collected seeds with considerable effort. Seeing his trouble, the God of Life casually produced a handful that was even more complete than Ange’s own collection.

Ange silently looked at his own harvest, compared it to what the God of Life gave him, and with a plop, sat down on the ground to sort them.

Peaceful moments passed quickly when suddenly, a loud rumbling noise arose, and a giant tree toppled over in the distance on the mountain.

The God of Life cocked its head, listening for a while, and said, “Some strange thing is chopping down trees.”

“Strange thing? What strange thing?” Negris asked.

The God of Life answered, “Don’t know, the trees say they don’t recognize it.” Then it continued playing with Little Sapling.

“Um, aren’t you going to do something about the tree-chopping?” Negris asked, seeing how it was acting.

The God of Life, seeing someone destroying the forest and doing nothing about it?

“It’s part of nature. Beavers also gnaw through trees to build habitats; there’s no need to concern ourselves with beavers,” the God of Life said slowly.

That made sense. If the God of Life had to intervene in every case of tree-cutting, what about animals eating grass, or carnivores eating herbivores, or Elves consuming the Fruit of Life?

Now they are concerned because the Elves made a mistake. Back when Elves hadn’t erred, the God of Life wouldn’t even bother about Elves restricting its seeds. To it, extinction was a natural part, having witnessed numerous extinctions of flora and fauna during its hundred thousand-year lifespan.

What’s more, this forest wasn’t even under its protection. Had anyone dared to chop down the trees Ange had planted, Ange would have already been charging at them with a scythe in hand.

Boom! Another giant tree fell, and the God of Life tilted its head.

Before long, booms followed, one tree after another fell at almost a tree per minute rate, centuries-old giants collapsing, the efficiency alarmingly high.

Finally, the God of Life couldn’t hold back anymore, striding off towards the distance: “This isn’t a part of nature anymore…”