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

"To prostrate or not?" The Monarch tucked his hands behind his back, ready to smack Ange on the head when he said "prostrate."


In the Dimensional Space, Little Bone was prostrating over and over again, taking a long time to shape Negris.


Fortunately, Ange shook his head: "We, of higher order, define it."


"Oh, divine decree? Divine will?" The Monarch suddenly realized.


Ange thought for a moment: "We, the Origin, the Laws of the Void."


"You mean, we are the Void Origin, and what we define is subject to the Laws of the Void? It's like what the Ancient Godlight consciousness can't snatch?" The Monarch asked.


"Understood, in your Dimensional Space, if you define something, it directly becomes the Laws of the Void. In the Chaos Plane, if I define something, it's also under the Laws of the Void. But it doesn't work here, however, defining a book is still possible." The Monarch explained.


Ange nodded and said to the mud-formed book: "Negris."


Chapter 932: Who is So Arrogant?