Chapter 339 - 155: Apu, Luno, Rexi...
Oh?
’A gift from the King of Skeletons of the Undead World?’ Wei’en glanced at the sky in surprise.
’It seems I’ll have to repay it later, but for now—’
"Secret Master!"
Wei’en’s voice rang out again as his figure flashed out from the crowd, appearing before Henrik.
He activated his talent, Spiritual Conversion. His resilience level instantly reached ten thousand!
He threw a simple, unadorned punch!
"I want you dead!!"
Henrik’s eyes were already cracking, and a towering inferno of rage drowned his sanity. His six giant mouths spat out black light once more, charging madly toward Wei’en’s fist.
Wei’en’s expression was ice-cold. His fist shattered the black light and landed on Henrik without any resistance. The two of them passed each other.
SHHCK!
A sound like a water balloon being slit open echoed out. Black flesh and blood turned to a fine powder and scattered in all directions. Specks of blood fell toward Wei’en’s back, only to be blocked by a Bone Wall that rose from eight sides.
[Your attack has heavily injured Henrik Dimit. Evaluation: A very good talent ability, well-suited for you. Unfortunately, you’re still only a tiny bit stronger than a weakling. Special Reward: Survival Points +50, Resilience Level +5, Spirit Level +5.]
"Eeyah—"
Captain Henrik stared blankly at his missing half, the remaining three dark, giant mouths letting out a piercing shriek. His voice was filled with disbelief, despair, and terror, forming a single, agonizing question: "How is this possible?!"
Impossible!
’Why is he so strong?’
’How could he possibly be this strong—Who in the world is he?!’
Meanwhile, Wei’en’s Original Sub-Body Secret Master and its specter continued to mercilessly rain Magic down upon the pirates.
"Gena, Ji, Una!" (Lightning Arrow!)
"..."
"Siyaam, Sir, Sute!" (Corpse Explosion Skill!)
BOOM, BOOM, RUMBLE—
More than a dozen explosions rang out in succession. Green pus, thick with a nauseating stench, sprayed onto the surrounding pirates.
In just a single second, the panicked and helpless pirates discovered in horror that their bodies were swelling uncontrollably from the inside. Pustules spread all over them, one after another, before bursting and spraying out even more reddish-green pus, causing their bodies to detonate.
[You used the Necromancer’s Claw (Death God) Magic, killing Barnes Dexter. Evaluation... Special Reward: Survival Points +20, Spirit Level +2, Resilience Level +2.]
[You used the Lightning Arrow (Death God) Magic... Survival Points +5, Spirit Level +1.]
[...]
[You used the Corpse Explosion Skill (Death God) Magic to kill Manish Baxton, triggering Death Characteristic - Plague, triggering Death Characteristic - Instant Death. Evaluation: Slaughter, merciless slaughter... Special Reward: Survival Points +10, Resilience Level +1, Spirit Level +1.]
With his back to the crowd, Wei’en stood on the railing and silently snapped his fingers.
SNAP!
’So this is what it feels like to have power?’
’It’s truly... a wonderful taste!’
Just then, Hassge First Officer, who had broken free from his charmed state, looked at the pirates who were mostly dead or wounded on the deck. When he saw the blossoming clouds of gore and minced flesh, a piece of information flashed through his mind. He cried out in fear and anger:
"You’re not Red-hair! You... you’re the mastermind behind the Caster incident, the terrifying butcher, the evil Mutated Mage—Wei’en Loft!?"
Wei’en turned around, but he didn’t look at Hassge First Officer. His gaze swept past the half-dead Captain Henrik and landed on the now completely silent deck.
"A few more left..."
He used Spiritual Conversion again, his resilience level converting back to his Spirit level!
Then, after using his Origin Power to command the specter and its master to continue, Wei’en finally looked at Captain Henrik and Hassge First Officer. He chuckled lightly. "Sorry, but I am Marco. Red-haired Marco!"
With that, he pulled the tie from his ponytail. His messy red hair fell loose, fluttering wildly in the frantic sea breeze.
Deception Talent - Psychological Control. Deception Talent - Illusion Creation.
His Spiritual Power enveloped everyone in this patch of sea—not just those on the Storm Hunter, but also the Ronan and any other creatures that might be nearby. It transmitted a single sentence—
I. Am. Red-hair!
This time, Wei’en deeply understood how to use his Deception Talent.
His every word, his every action, when seen or heard by others, would allow his talent to permeate their minds and memories along with his Spiritual Power—or rather, his Origin Power—and change them!
"Red-hair..." Hassge’s eyes widened. The lingering thoughts in his mind slowly dissipated as he stared at Wei’en and muttered, "Marco..."
Henrik, however, only showed a flicker of confusion before his eyes cleared again. He gritted his teeth. "Mutated Mage... Wei’en!"
"Oh?" Wei’en gave him a surprised look. "Your Spiritual Power shouldn’t be strong enough to break free."
"No matter who you are, the Black Pearl and Captain Isabella will not let you go!"
"Oh?" Wei’en looked at him with a half-smile. "And what if I were to accept the Black Pearl’s invitation?"
"Kekeke... Would you?"
The Extraordinary Power around Henrik dissipated. His remaining half-body swelled into a grotesque sphere of flesh, dripping blood, shredded flesh, bone fragments, and viscera onto the deck.
The surrounding water pillars and the overcast sky also began to disappear, revealing a sun that was about to retreat from the sky.
"I won’t!"
"I thought as much! Your identity, your power, your recklessness... It’ll get you a miserable death!"
"Perhaps..."
Wei’en looked at him noncommittally. He had never planned on staying at sea for long.
Even though the Cordo Sea Region was vast, it was still just a sea surrounded by four continents.
Compared to the Ancient God Gonzalez, the Lord of Dawn Orpheus, the Death God Olanir, the Lords of Desire and Despair, and all sorts of other mysterious and strange places, the Cordo Sea was just too small!
At that moment, he even felt that Isabella Christers, the so-called Sea Emperor of the Cordo Sea, was not even worth mentioning in the face of such beings!
"I’ll be waiting for you, Wei’en... Marco... Kekeke..."
Henrik’s single remaining eye swept over the ruined Storm Hunter. His face showed no sadness or resentment; instead, he started laughing again. "This trip... was worth it for me!"
THUMP!
Along with his final laugh, his body collapsed to the ground, splattering scattered droplets of blood, leaving behind half a round, fat face frozen in a hideous smile.
[You have killed Henrik Dimit. Evaluation... Special Reward: Survival Points +100, Resilience Level +5, Spirit Level +5.]
"Captain Henrik..." Hassge First Officer’s face went slack, staring in disbelief at the captain known as the Deep Sea Demon, who now lay in a pool of blood.
"How... Your power... How could you possibly kill the captain!?"
Not far away, the pirates struggling under the magical attacks of the specter and the Secret Master were also filled with despair. They had a premonition that their years of sailing would come to an end today...
Wei’en glanced at him, then looked up at the red moon that had quietly appeared in the night sky.
[You have been exposed to the red moon. Because your Origin Power exceeds 100, you have been spared the red moon’s corruption... Special Reward: Survival Points +50, Origin Power -1 (Temporary), Spirit Level +1.]
"The red moon is out..."
"Captain, it’s time to end this!" Clelia shouted from the Ronan.
Hearing her voice, Wei’en smiled. "Yes, it is time to end this."
"Adagua!"
[You used Soul-Devouring Magic to devour the residual Origin Power of Henrik Dimit. Your Origin Power has increased. Evaluation: This again... Special Reward: Origin Power +4.]
[...]
[You used Soul-Devouring Magic to kill and devour the Origin Power of Hassge Cyrus. Your Origin Power has increased. Evaluation: This again... Special Reward: Origin Power +3.]
After doing all this, Wei’en used his spiritual senses to check for anyone still alive on the ship. Once he confirmed that no pirates had survived, he lit a lantern, dispelling the red moon’s corruption.
’After nightfall, it’s best to use as little Extraordinary Power as possible, just as Ronan said...’
Wei’en had already noticed the deep-sea creatures under the surrounding waters, as well as the killing intent that kept locking onto him.
"Ronan Second Officer, bring a few people over to clean this up."
"I’ll do it!"
Clelia leaped over, giving Wei’en a reproachful look. "Captain, you ate all the meat. You should at least leave a mouthful of soup for me..."
SLAP!
Wei’en landed a light slap on her swaying behind. "This kind of soup?"
"You brute~"
Clelia gave him a coquettish glare before sauntering into the ship’s cabin with a seductive gait.
"Captain, how should we clean this up?" Ronan, his face pale, hurried over with a few pirates. He still felt like he was walking on air, finding it hard to believe this was the outcome.
One person had wiped out everyone on the Storm Hunter...
’This Red-haired Captain’s strength is far more terrifying than I ever imagined.’
’Red-haired Marco and our ship, the Ronan—starting today, that name will shake the entire Cordo Sea!’
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I have to attend a friend’s wedding early tomorrow morning and will be traveling at night, so there won’t be an extra Chapter tonight. I’ll be back on schedule tomorrow.