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

"Your integrity reminds me of a horse, but clinging to my leg won't help, you have to cling to the Undead God," Negris thought smugly to himself, but aloud he said.


The owl's eyes narrowed into triangles, and it asked earnestly, "Is it really the Undead God?"


"Of course it's real, that whole long spiel I just gave was all true," Negris said with a waist on his hips and pride in his tail.


Silba stood up, looked at Ange, took a deep breath, and pounced over.


Ange was prepared and met its face with the sole of his foot.


While hugging wasn't allowed, giving a Giant Dragon's body was still possible because they were also looking for a suitable soul—a soul capable of driving a fifty-meter Giant Dragon was rare and not easy to come by.


Even a reincarnated Giant Dragon needed a strong consciousness; the consciousness of a little fat sheep couldn't possibly drive a dragon. If it could, they would have just picked any random little fat sheep from the side of the road.


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