Love eventually flows like water

A thousand years after the Undead Empire vanished, the little skeleton who used to farm was still tending to his fields, until the summoning portal reopened.
"Are you guys hungry? I’ve been farming for a thousand years and have stored a tiny bit of food."
"Have these fields been deserted? Can I plant things?"
"The princess's city on the hill doesn’t allow farming? Then never mind, I won't go."
"They want to tax me but won't let me farm? Wipe them out!"

Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

The flame of the soul blazed all over its body, the filthy dirt was falling off in the fire, its eye sockets burned with a bright blue flame. It looked like a Messenger of Death that had crawled out of the ancient abyss. When its gaze focused on him, Old John felt completely frozen.


What on earth have I brought home? I should be doomed, right? Old John murmured absentmindedly.


My legs felt a bit weak, not from fear, but from shock. Surprisingly, Old John wasn't terribly afraid inside.


At the worst, death is just the end, after all. Given his age and lame leg, with little hope for his remaining years, death didn't seem so terrible. All he wished for was a peaceful soul.


It could only be said that people in their fifties haven't seen enough of the world. Someone in their nineties like the silver coin, would understand that falling into the hands of the Undead is not as simple as 'just dying'.


Chapter 108: Just Keep Chopping and Whittling_1