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

Dimali retreated with all the Elves deep into the Plane, praying for Lord Ange's blessing to not let the passing Ancient Gods discover them.


No one knew that Dimali had been secretly sheltering so many Elves, treating them like family, preferring to call for Lord Ange's help rather than abandoning them because Dimali had been raised by the Elves since childhood; he was a domestic Ancient God.


Well, it might be more accurate to say he was raised by the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, but the Void Elves took care of him, and they shared deep affection. Hence, after the Tree perished, Dimali did his best to protect some Elves.


Over these hundreds of thousands of years, the number of sheltered Elves increased and decreased but generally remained below six hundred thousand—the maximum population that this Shattered Plane could accommodate.


Chapter 742: You are the horse, your whole family is...