Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1710 - 1271: The sharp and sarcastic voice of Lightning rang out

Chapter 1710: Chapter 1271: The sharp and sarcastic voice of Lightning rang out

That’s a good idea, but after Ange used the Chaos Mist to transform a Chaos Tree seed, it started shriveling, contracting, curling up, losing moisture upon contact with the environment, and eventually turned into a lump of black ash without even going through a burning process, just turned to ash directly.

Normal seeds simply cannot withstand the high temperatures here, unless they evolve and iterate like insects. However, insects evolve quickly, and under Ange’s protection, they can iterate rapidly. But even if seeds evolve, they might not necessarily produce Chaos Stones.

To maintain the plant’s characteristics, seeds are not the best method; grafting and cutting are better.

Ange pondered in frustration.

Negris and Anthony exchanged glances. Negris even slapped himself: “That’s what you get for speaking nonsense.”

Now it’s done, once Ange is obsessed with something, not even the Abyssal Big Mouth can drag him away.

But for now, there isn’t anything that requires Ange’s intervention. As his power increased, Ange hardly needs to make a move anymore. Those requiring his action are at the level of the Star Progeny Master and Gray Divine Star.

The silver coin started working methodically, initially using the Origin Crystal Stones from selling Snake Fighting Cards to purchase and contract with a dozen or so Star Descendants, then assigned different tasks according to their characteristics.

For example, there was a ’furry’ potato-like Star Descendant, which looked like a potato but was covered in fur. This small and completely non-aggressive Star Descendant was the least popular type in the slave market and had never been sold.

Of course, not being sold is no big deal; it won’t starve anyway, just occasionally get bullied by its peers and kicked around like a ball. But now the silver coin suddenly sold it, and it thought it was going to be kicked again.

However, it wasn’t kicked. After signing the contract, the silver coin told it to roll around, and upon returning, shook off a heap of black ash.

“Like this?” The furry potato looked at the black ash on the ground in confusion, then at the silver coin, puzzled.

The silver coin nodded: “Yes, like this. With this heap… let’s call it Star Soil. Use this heap of Star Soil as a standard. Every heap of Star Soil you stick and bring back will earn you one point. You can exchange points for anything sold by the Commerce Guild.”

“Points? Exchange stuff? What can I exchange for?” The furry potato asked in confusion, thinking isn’t it a slave? Why does it feel weird, not being kicked, and what are points? Can they be eaten?

“They can be eaten. One hundred points can be exchanged for an Origin Crystal Stone, and all these can be exchanged.” The silver coin pulled out a long list, showing various equipment and services that can be exchanged with points, including upgrades and evolution.

But the furry potato was not interested in upgrades and evolution. It instead fancied another service—revenge, ranging from four hundred to one thousand points.

“What does this mean?” The furry potato asked curiously.

“It means if you’re bullied and want revenge, hire someone to fight for you; depending on the opponent’s strength, only four hundred to one thousand points can help you beat them up.” The silver coin explained.

“Really?” The furry potato’s eyes lit up, its eyes hidden in the fur widened roundly.

Receiving a positive reply, the furry potato seemed an adrenaline rush, rolling around the field and working energetically.

“What’s going on? Why is this potato working so hard? What does it want to exchange for?” Negris asked in confusion: “Is your point system really this effective?”

“The point system is definitely useful, but its excitement is because it wants revenge.” The silver coin shrugged.

“Revenge? Hmm, good idea. Why didn’t I think of it?” Anthony pondered the word and suddenly slapped his thigh, saying regretfully.

Negris complained helplessly: “What have you thought of now? Can’t you stop jumping around in your thoughts and say something comprehensible?”

Anthony explained: “Our current problem is that these Star Descendants lack initiative; their living environment is too comfortable. They won’t starve even if they lie around doing nothing, so they lack the desire to work. Even if we buy them, they aren’t very diligent, unless we whip them.”

This is the most realistic problem they face. On the Material Plane, some people living in fertile areas have similar issues.

In such places, it’s often warm in spring and summer, with no winter, and won’t freeze to death. Moreover, resources are abundant; picking a fruit from a tree when hungry can fill them up, not needing much effort to survive.

Such places often have very low levels of civilization. While other areas have entered a republican system, they are still in a Primordial Tribe state, with low productivity and even lower organization.

Now it’s similar; if not whipped, it’s challenging to make these Star Descendants work. Surely you can’t use upgrade and evolution as a reward just for sweeping, right?

“Then just whip them; isn’t that okay?” Negris asked. Since whipping works, why not whip?

The silver coin said: “That increases management costs too much. Even for hard labor, whipping isn’t as effective as an appropriate reward mechanism, so I thought about using points to stimulate their enthusiasm.”

Anthony said: “Exactly, management costs are high, but these Star Descendants have little desire. Even with a point system, they don’t know what to exchange for. Various entertainment projects can stimulate part of their enthusiasm. Now, adding revenge makes it even more motivating. Isn’t there a saying: ’The heart for revenge is from morning till night’?”

“Is there such a saying? Who said that?”

Th𝙞ѕ 𝒸h𝓪p𝖙℮r ḭ𝖘 pο𝕤ţ𝘦ɗ b𝕪 𝖪𝙞𝗍𝕖𝘯𝟬ⱽꬲ𝗹

“Your Holiness, the Pope of Light.”

“Oh, come on, isn’t that just you saying it? How do you seek revenge? Many guys don’t even have enemies, right.” Negris said irritably.

Anthony said: “If they have an enemy, help them take revenge; if they don’t, create an enemy and help them take revenge. Lightning, Lightning, come over here; I’ve got an arduous task for you.”

Lightning dashed over complaining: “What task? Don’t tell me it’s card games again? I don’t want to play cards; they suck.”

Luther also ran over: “I also don’t want to play cards; they suck. Winning means they have nothing to lose, so it’s pointless.”

“No card games, just do your usual, you’re the best arguer in the Poisonous Beast Corps, right? Go, insult anyone you see, until they want to hit you, Luther will protect you from being beaten.” Anthony said.

“Really? Anyone? To what extent? Not wanting to live? Withdrawn? Depressed?” Lightning asked excitedly, hooves involuntarily rubbing together, looking eager to try.

“Stop, stop, just insult them to the point they want to hit you, don’t overdo it, and not any depressive withdrawal, your words are more lethal than swords and knives.” Anthony couldn’t help rolling his eyes.

But thinking about Lightning’s mouth, if subjected only to insults and can’t defeat it, one might really get insulted into withdrawal.

“This is simple, watch me.” Lightning dashed over, and soon his acerbic voice was heard in the distance.