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

Ange breathed out the Fire of Mass Faith and stared at it curiously.


"You've been staring at it for a while now, still not done? What's there to see?" Negris asked irritably.


In his heart, a flame of envy was burning fiercely, akin to the jealousy of a farmer who had toiled for half a year only to gather a bit of grain, upon seeing his neighbor casually hit by a mountain of grain.


"Its Soul Flame, it's a lot," Ange commented.


"A lot? How is a lot?" Negris asked anxiously. A plentiful Soul Flame meant a lot of believers. So a nascent Fire of Mass Faith that could not even be considered as a deity yet, where on earth would it get believers?


"More than the Undead Godhood," Ange replied.


Within Republic of Stellaris, the Stellaris Mage Tower.


Chapter 241: Someone Recites Its Holy Name_1