Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1290 - 1290 853 Is It Stable Here

Chapter 1290: Chapter 853: Is It Stable Here? Chapter 1290: Chapter 853: Is It Stable Here? Ange scratched his head, nodded, and then shook his head.

The Monarch was confused, “What do you an?”

Negris burst into laughter, “Pff—so when you nod and then shake your head, that’s what you’re saying? I give up.”

Turning to the Monarch, he began to translate, “Just now, when the Hole Bug asked him if he had found a way to prevent the collapse of the Void, he nodded to say he had, shook his head to say he hadn’t tried it, and he ans the sa now. The Tree of Ten Thousand Realms has been grafted, but he hasn’t tried to see if it has the abilities of the Divine Tree. These two matters are interconnected; that’s why he expressed both with the sa gesture.”

Ange nodded.

The Monarch looked between Ange and Negris with bemusent and said, “I’m truly amazed by you now, you can actually understand all that?”

Negris’s tail lifted proudly.

Among everyone there, only Negris could understand everything Ange said. However, this also led to a vicious cycle where Ange, knowing he could be understood, beca increasingly lazy with his speech. He used to say sentences with more than six words, but now, he just popped out two or three words at a ti, and even fewer people understood him.

Of course, if no one else could understand, Ange would still do his best to explain clearly, although he would find it quite frustrating.

Suddenly, the Hole Bug said, “The space here is very stable; may I stay here?”

Ange replied, “You can’t eat.”

The Hole Bug made a sorrowful face, saying, “I’ll just bite a hole and crawl out to eat.”

Ange shook his head resolutely, “You can’t eat.”

“Oh, Long Long is not happy, angry.” The Hole Bug sulkingly retracted back.

Being angry didn’t an Ange could let it nibble randomly. At this point, Ange wasn’t even sure if the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, grafted by the God of Life, could support the collapsing Void. If the Hole Bug caused any trouble with its nibbling, that would be a real problem.

Ange ignored it and found a quiet place to start gathering people.

The first to be summoned were Hiludi, Tyrone, and so mages from the Stellaris Academy. The Stellaris Academy had beco Ange’s research base by now. Anything he didn’t understand he tossed to them, including Award Master Gear Vaguli and Pharmacist Sava, both of whom had now joined the Academy.

The second to be summoned were Truth Eye Cabrela, Godmaking Warlock Radiad, and so scholars from the Sorcerer Alliance. In terms of scientific strength, the Sorcerer Alliance far surpassed the Stellaris Academy—the forr had reached the heavens, while the latter was still gazing at the stars.

But Ange was closer to Hiludi after all.

“Are you saying we should find a powerful being that has hidden itself sowhere?” After Negris translated Ange’s request, everyone looked at each other, at a loss.

The Abyssal Big Mouth said with an expression that was a mix of laughing and crying, “You really ant ‘find a person,’ huh? Even we don’t know where the Void Will is hiding; what’s the point of finding these humans? They might not even know what the Void Will is.”

Originally, Hiludi, Tyrone, and others were sowhat at a loss, but the Abyssal Big Mouth’s remark instantly drew disapproving glares their way, with Tyrone even asking, “This is…?”

“Just call it Big Mouth. It’s the Abyssal Big Mouth,” Negris extended a claw and tapped on everyone’s foreheads, conveying information about the Abyssal Big Mouth.

Big Mouth said angrily, “Don’t call Big Mouth.”

“Sss—” Realizing the level of being the Abyssal Big Mouth was, everyone involuntarily gasped in shock, and a few who had thought of tricking it into a bag quickly dismissed the idea.

The Abyssal Big Mouth was one part of the Void Origin, and if even it didn’t know where the entity it was hiding was, the challenge Ange presented them—to find it—felt enormously difficult, making Tyrone and the others break out in a sweat.

Thinking rapidly, Tyrone asked, “Lord Nage, we need more information, including all kinds of details about the target and the Void. The more detailed, the better.”

“Okay, ask whatever you want to know, although I also don’t understand why Ange thinks you can complete this task, this goal called ‘Void Will’…” Negris said while gesturing with their claws, tapping on the foreheads of everyone present.

Truly worthy of being the God of Knowledge, with a re finger tap, they bestowed everyone with vast amounts of information. This information would take weeks to convey verbally.

“Hiss—Void Will, with its nurous incarnations, overlapping spaces, and changing forms. In other words, it could be standing right in front of us, and we might not even be able to see it. You’re asking us to find it? Isn’t that too difficult?” Tyrone said, feeling his legs weaken as he assimilated the information.

Negris also found it challenging and consoled them, “Indeed, it’s very difficult. We couldn’t find it among the five Origins here, not a single clue. I don’t know why Ange thinks you can, but try your best, and if you can’t find it, then so be it. Ange won’t punish you.”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It was just a trial, with no punishnt? That was great; everyone loved tasks where failure was acceptable. When the ti ca, they could just do enough to get by and report back, totally stress-free.

Negris continued, “If we can’t find it, the Void will continue to collapse, and all planes will collide. You all are aware of the recent near-collision within the Master Plane, right? It’s all because of that entity.”

Ange tilted his head.

Negris gestured vehently behind their back, signaling him to keep silent.

Tyrone and the others who had initially relaxed tensed up again. No punishnt? This outco was far worse than any punishnt— complete annihilation of the planes. Wouldn’t that an the death of everyone?

“Kvada, was it the one that caused the collapse of the Void? Damn it, Stellaris Mages, find it,” Tyrone roared. “This target is an entity beyond our understanding. Everyone, put your wisdom to work, and find it.”

Hiludi imdiately raised her hand, “I need a model of the Void to at least understand what the Void looks like and where it might have hiding spots.”

Ange pressed his hand down, and an illusion of the Void appeared before him, with its center enlarged several tis over—a flattened Chaos Plane with a thicker center.

Hiludi spoke again, “The target has the ability to overlap spaces, aning it might not necessarily be hiding in the normal space but possibly in Dinsional Space. But Dinsional Space cannot exist on its own; it needs to anchor onto stable points within normal space. I want to know which points are stable enough to anchor a vast Dinsional Space.”

“Ah? Dinsional Space can’t exist on its own? It needs to be anchored to stable points? How co I didn’t know this?” Negris exclaid in surprise—they were the God of Knowledge after all.

Hiludi replied, “This is my latest discovery, and I haven’t written a book about it yet. I’ll write one and send a copy to Sava later.”

Negris, infuriated, said, “She’s already converted, no longer one of my followers. She now worships the Goddess of Beauty.”

Suddenly, the Monarch spoke, “It is indeed so. I had Ange anchor positions because the Dinsional Space was unstable. Is it because Dinsional Space cannot exist on its own?”

“That’s not right. Weren’t there many Dinsional Spaces that existed stably on their own before? Like your Resting Camp,” Negris noted.

“The Void used to be stable; it mattered little where it was anchored, it would remain stable. However, I anchored my Resting Camp on the Undead Godhood,” the Monarch said.

Because the Void used to be stable, Dinsional Spaces were stable regardless of their anchors. But now, with the collapse of the Void, distances that previously would take a Thunder Chariot two hundred years to travel are now on the brink of collision. Under such circumstances, Dinsional Spaces need a stable point to maintain their existence to avoid collapsing.

Tyrone’s eyes lit up, “So, are you saying we just need to find the stable points that still exist in the Void, and we might find the target?”

Hiludi nodded, “Not just stable, but they would also need a certain strength because, according to Lord Nage’s data, this target is one of the origins of the Void, so the Dinsional Space that contains it must be large and need sothing strong to support it.”

Negris couldn’t help looking at the Monarch, who nodded in agreent—they indeed needed a point with enough strength. Previously, Locke couldn’t anchor it because it wasn’t strong enough.

Well then, it seed like gathering wide-ranging ideas was necessary. For a problem that had stumped the five Origins, a fresh discovery by Hiludi suddenly presented a clue.

But how to find these points?

The God-making Warlock Radiad raised his hand and said, “We can establish a chanical model. There are various forces in the Void interacting with each other to create points of balance. These points will be relatively stable. Our Starburst Array is built on the balance between gravitational and repulsive forces of the plane. I believe that stable points in space must also be at places where forces balance each other.”

It made sense, and everyone recognized the rit in this approach. They imdiately began to create a chanical model, calculating various balanced points, and Ange added them to the illusion one by one.

While doing so, Ange suddenly pointed to a specific location in the illusion and asked, “Here, is this stable?”