Brand New Life Online: Rise Of The Goddess Of Harvest - Chapter 1800: Lady Chalk’s Needs

Chapter 1800: Lady Chalk’s Needs

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“Ah, I’m so sorry. I had no idea…” Elayne murmured, genuinely surprised that Chalk wanted to chat about such personal things. She had assumed the girl despised her kind far more deeply. “I was under the wrong impression that you disliked us…”

“I-I…! I don’t enjoy talking with worthless undead…” Chalk huffed, crossing her arms tightly. “But my brother and father, for some strange reason, truly care about you. I just wanted to see what makes you so special!”

“Heh, I understand,” Elayne replied with a gentle smile.

“Lady Chalk, it’s not hard to see that you feel lonely,” Lisette interjected boldly. As a fellow White Ghost, he could afford such frankness.

“W-What…! Silence that child’s mouth! If he weren’t of my race, I would have already chopped him into pieces and fed him to the Nether beasts,” Chalk snapped, though her sigh betrayed more weariness than anger.

“Well, I would love to talk about ’girl stuff’ with you, Lady Chalk,” Elayne offered warmly. “It’s been so long since I felt anything close to being alive. Perhaps it could help heal my heart a little. I’ve heard you enjoy reading romance and fantasy books. Is that true?”

“I…! Well… yes…” Chalk admitted, nodding reluctantly.

“That sounds fascinating. I had no idea the Netherworld had so many books,” Elayne confessed.

“Hmph, then you’re clearly ignorant. There are plenty! This city alone boasts dozens of renowned authors and libraries full of their works,” Chalk replied. “But you must visit the Capital, White Skull City, where the highest White Ghost households reside. It lies deeper in the Mid Layer.”

“I see… that’s truly interesting,” Elayne said softly, though she knew she might never go there. Her own path demanded finding a safe haven for her Undead kin and growing ever stronger.

“Well, whenever you’re ready, come to my quarters,” Chalk muttered. “Hmph, you’re one of the few Undead who don’t stink, so it’s acceptable, I suppose.” She turned and walked away, feigning indifference.

“Hoho, Lady Elayne, you truly have a gift with people,” Yaga chuckled. “It’s remarkable how your warmth can even soften a spoiled young lady and draw her toward friendship.”

“I-It’s nothing like that, Granny Yaga. Please don’t exaggerate…” Elayne giggled, a faint blush rising on her pale cheeks.

“Now, everyone, take these,” Yaga announced proudly. “I’ve studied the potions and materials we bought, and I’ve begun rediscovering my old Alchemy skills. I was quite rusty, but I’m regaining my touch. I’ve crafted several potions designed to accelerate your cultivation and make you all much stronger!”

“Oh wow!” Elayne exclaimed, gazing at the five white stone boxes—each containing thirty bottles. “Yaga, you’ve worked so hard! Aren’t you exhausted?”

“I may be old, but I’m far from frail,” Yaga laughed heartily. “Besides, I can call upon my Ghostly Goblin Spirit Aura to assist me.”

“Wait, the what?” Sailor blurted, eyes wide.

“Ghostly Goblin Spirit Aura…” Lisette echoed curiously. “I’ve never heard of it! What is that?”

“This,” Yaga explained, releasing her ethereal aura. It swiftly shaped into five distinct goblins—one red, one yellow, one green, and two blue. “This is one of my abilities. Yes, I’m not just a powerless old lady! Did you think I survived the harsh world out there without any strength of my own? Don’t be foolish.”

“I see. You simply never showed us before,” Elayne said softly. “They’re adorable!”

“They’re extensions of my Ghostly Aura. I focused on cultivating magic,” Yaga continued. “Other goblins pursue physical strength or balance both, but I became a sorceress and pushed my magical power to its peak. Still, that’s not the point right now. These past two decades, age weakened me. I’ve prolonged my life through sorcery, sacrificing the lives and souls of hunted creatures. But thanks to cultivating Spiritual Energy again, my powers have reawakened—and grown even stronger.”

“That’s wonderful to hear. I’m truly glad,” Elayne said, her voice warm with relief.

“Ahem, enough of that. Take these potions already. We’ll make more later,” Yaga grumbled affectionately. “Elayne, you’ll learn from me next time, understood?”

“Yes! Actually, I was quite skilled in Alchemy when I was alive…” Elayne revealed.

“Even better,” Yaga nodded approvingly. “These potions use materials from the Domain and what we acquired here. The red ones are Bone Marrow Potions, ideal for bone cultivation. The white are Bone Calcium Potions, serving the same purpose. Blue are Ghostly Potions, perfect for soul and ghostly cultivation. Green are Nether Potions, versatile for any practice. Don’t drink them all at once—take one during each cultivation session. You’ll find the effects doubled or even tripled!”

“That’s amazing,” Elayne breathed. “I wondered if such potions were sold elsewhere.”

“Hohoh, yes, for exorbitant prices. But I am a master alchemist… a bit rusty, perhaps, but… Ahem! With me around, you needn’t worry,” she said with a proud smile. “I’ll share the recipes later.”

“Thank you so much,” Elayne replied, happiness shining in her eyes. “All right, is there anything else we need to do? Ah, I wanted more cultivation methods. Something for my soul—perhaps what ghosts cultivate? White Ghosts especially?”

“Hmm, the Domain Library has a few,” Yaga replied. “May I go fetch them? I’ll bring what you need.”

“Of course,” Elayne agreed. Yaga departed and returned swiftly.

“Here,” she said, handing over a blue book. “This is the Phantasmal Soul Consciousness Method. It’s the foundational technique for all ghosts. It strengthens the soul and expands consciousness into a surrounding domain, allowing ghosts to grow larger and sometimes appear as mist. I’m not sure if it’s fully compatible with you but try it.”

“Got it!” Elayne nodded eagerly, already scanning the pages. “Hmm, fascinating…”

As Elayne read, Yaga fetched additional books for the others, guiding them on what to focus on now that they had grown decently strong.

Leaving her book halfway, Elayne headed toward Chalk’s room. The boys remained engrossed in discussion with Yaga about cultivation methods.

Mark, who had grown quite clingy since becoming Undead, was happily distracted for once. Relieved he wouldn’t miss her, Elayne approached Chalk’s door with a lighter heart.

Knock, knock.

“Lady Chalk? Hello? Are you there? I’ve come for our… um, ’girl stuff’ talk,” Elayne called gently.

The door creaked open slowly—not by Chalk’s hand, but by a floating ghost servant who had done it for its master.

“Elayne, welcome. The Master awaits inside,” the ghost intoned. “Please mind your manners.”

“O-Okay?” Elayne stammered, stepping in and gasping at the sight. The room stretched dozens of times larger than the mansion she knew. “W-Wow, what is this? It’s enormous…”

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