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 Monarch materialized a small stool, squatted on it, with the Scythe of Death resting on his left shoulder, casually watching as he pulled out a nut and leisurely cracked it open.


Ange saw his posture, and familiar memories immediately surged into his soul. Back on the farm, hadn't the Old Skeleton Lord always squatted like that on the farm's ridges? Only before, the tool resting on his shoulder was a hoe.


Noticing Ange looking over, the Monarch smiled and lifted the nut in his palm, showing it off, then picked one and flicked it with his index finger.


The nut turned into a shadow and shot out with a whoosh, flying right in front of Ange.


Ange was in the middle of pulling people out, his hands occupied, so he could only tilt his head as a white-boned hand emerged from his body and grabbed the nut, and then the Undead God slowly rose from Ange's body, looking at the nut in his hand.


Chapter 843: Stay as Far Away as Possible