Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1654: 1215: Looted So Thoroughly That Even Dust Was

Chapter 1654: Chapter 1215: Looted So Thoroughly That Even Dust Was Taken

“The dinsion has been stolen… Kvada, can a dinsion be stolen? Who stole it?” Negris projected onto Anthony’s body, asked sowhat puzzled.

Could it be that they didn’t want us to see those star cores, so they pretended it was stolen? Can a dinsion be stolen?

What is a dinsion? A dinsion is an independent space with no direct way to open it; even opening the dinsion is impossible, outsiders can’t enter, so how could it be stolen?

If it was soone on the inside who stole it, the South Coronet and North Corona are both dead, is anyone left inside the Star Progeny Master?

The Star Progeny Master himself was also a bit confused: “I don’t know, who stole it? I want to know who stole it too, how did he get into my Dinsional World?”

Anthony asked: “What was lost? Let’s go inside and take a look.”

Following the Star Progeny Master, Anthony entered the Dinsional World and saw a smooth plane, the entire surface flat without a single rise or depression, extending all the way to the end of the Dinsional World.

Negris was dumbfounded when he saw this scene: “The ground was scraped away? Stolen this cleanly? This is too much, isn’t it?”

If it weren’t for projecting onto Anthony’s body, Negris would have wanted to co out and touch it. It was stolen so cleanly, even the dust was gone.

“Uh…” The Star Progeny Master quickly explained: “It was originally like this. I usually stay on this surface. I don’t like a too cluttered environnt. The stolen items are on the other side, follow .”

Floating forward for a distance, Anthony stepped onto the flat ground, which looked no different from the nearby plane, but after stepping on it, Anthony imdiately felt himself sink, then rapidly fell downwards.

Soon Anthony felt his head heavy and feet light, “falling” with an upside-down posture out of the ground.

“Gravity reversal, did I fall to the other side?” Steadying himself, Anthony slowly flipped over and saw a large pit on the ground, from where he had just fallen, extending outwards was a world in ruins.

Anthony slowly ascended to a high point, quickly seeing the full picture. This world was not very large – a city, with a few small towns attached, the towns extending to several villages, surrounded by farmland.

In the distance was a high mountain, ice and snow circling the peak, lting snow flowing down the mountain, finally forming a river that ran through the city, extending across the land, eventually flowing into a lake on the world’s edge.

Anthony imdiately recognized what this was – a typical Simulated Magic Formation terrain, but existing in reality.

In Simulated Magic Formations, terrain is a key factor – mountains, slopes, swamps, deserts, etc., greatly affecting food production – Ange always carefully adjusted it when playing.

This is a typical terrain, with lting ice and snow on the mountain forming a river, flowing and extending, finally converging at one point, and then evaporating, flowing, finally condensing at the mountain top, falling again, lting, and joining the river, forming a cycle.

But to complete this cycle, the most important thing is still needed – the sun, or a heat-providing light source. Where did this light source go?

Not only was the original light source missing, but the entire world was also a ss, with flas, hail, light rain, and earthquakes all around.

The city at the foot of the mountain had half its buildings destroyed, countless people crying and running, the whole city in complete chaos.

Anthony suddenly looked up towards the sky, seeing so ice crystals gently drifting downwards, smaller than snowflakes.

Negris said: “The temperature is dropping, without a heat source, this place will probably freeze over.”

“Hmm, it seems the heat source has been stolen, the heat source should be the Little God Star, aside from the Little God Star, what about the other crystal cores? Are they gone as well? Any other losses?” Anthony asked.

The Star Progeny Master shook his head: “Not the Little God Star, just a little fireball, about two hundred ters in diater, the other crystal cores are all gone too.”

“Two hundred ters in diater? That’s not small, is it? The fireball Ange used to hit you was only about fifty ters, right?” Negris said.

They were now discussing a heat source substantial enough to serve as the sun within a Dinsional World, certainly not an ordinary fireball; it was likely the Chaos Mist.

The Star Progeny Master angrily said: “It was much bigger than the one supported by the God of Tree, but still far from a real God Star, barely counts as a Little Fireball.”

Why bring up the subject of him being hit? Damn dragon.

Negris preferred to ignore the Star Progeny Master’s anger because his reaction already confird Negris’s suspicion: it was indeed composed of the Chaos Mist.

Ange had scavenged the remaining Chaos Mist in the Origin World and ignited a fireball fifty ters in diater; now here, a Chaos Mist fireball two hundred ters in diater had been stolen.

A sphere with a diater four tis the other, its volu was not just four tis but sixty-four tis, making it sixty-four tis larger than the Chaos Mist fireball Ange had?

Negris’s eyes lit up, and he hurriedly shouted, “Ange, Ange, co quick, there’s Chaos Mist here!”

Calling out sothing else Ange might not respond, but calling out Chaos Mist, Ange would promptly project over.

Previously, the remaining Chaos Mist in the Origin World had been scavenged, but to deal with the Star Progeny Master, Ange had converted the Chaos Mist into a Primordial Body, now almost nothing remained.

Not only did he need the Chaos Mist, the Monarch also needed the Chaos Mist, having been longing for his Primordial Body for a long ti.

A phantom erged from Anthony’s body, looking around, then tilted its head in confusion.

“I wasn’t finished; there’s Chaos Mist here, but it’s been stolen. The Chaos Mist was over two hundred ters in diater, many tis larger than what you scavenged in the Origin World.” Negris said.

Ange nodded, and the phantom erged, starting to search around. No cluster of Chaos Mist, but scattered residues, still abundant, adhered to other surfaces, though too sparse to be called ‘mist’.

Ange floated forward, absorbing more of the mist, and as the density increased, one could barely see the shape of mist.

On the ground, near the areas with the most Chaos Mist, sothing caught his attention, and Ange noticed several intense Soul Flas being directed at him.

Looking down, he saw a collapsed building’s ruins with a middle-aged man, hands bloody, fingernails nearly worn out.

He seed mute, unable to shout, only watching Ange with red-swollen eyes, emitting ‘ah… ah… ah…’ cries, continually pointing at a spot in the ruins.

At that spot, a small head was drooping there, with the entire body trapped under the collapsed rubble.

Ange tilted his head, raised his hand towards the ruins, then lifted his finger, and the heavy stones and bricks floated up as if losing their weight.

Along with them floated the body of a seven- or eight-year-old child, a caved-in chest revealing the cause of death, likely crushed when the building first collapsed, leaving only a corpse after the mute man’s desperate digging.