Undead Space

Just as he was about to leave, the terrifying chain of Corpse Explosions nearly merged into a single blast, engulfing Earl Rist.

The entire upper deck of the ship's front half vanished.

A battered figure fell onto the lower deck. A tall figure jumped down after him, seized him by the throat, hoisted him up, and leaped back near the top deck.

Earl Rist was now covered in wounds, with hundreds of broken bones throughout his body. If he had not been a Vampire who was already dead, his current state would more accurately have been described as a pile of mangled flesh.

Left alone, he would recover before long. Unfortunately, Yang Mu's Undead Servant was a Werewolf. Allen's wolf venom suppressed Rist's recovery.

Though it could not completely prevent him from healing, it greatly weakened his regenerative ability. He would need at least half an hour to recover.

And if he spent half an hour in the hands of a Necromancer—one who practiced the Dark Furnace Method—then it would be a miracle if even ashes remained of him.

When Allen carried up the flesh-like remains of Rist, Yang Mu was burning three souls: the souls of Owen, Vanessa, and Sabo.

There were no ordinary people left on the scene. The soul-wrenching screams made both Felice and Ina turn pale.

Another black wizard driven mad to the extreme.

That was how the two evaluated Yang Mu, but he did not care in the slightest. Burning the souls of three Apprentice Rank individuals had raised his Mental Power to 3.9. More than thirty ordinary souls had also contributed, though together they had added less than 0.1.

The further one progressed, the stronger and more numerous the things that had to be burned in order to improve.

To Yang Mu, Earl Rist's flesh-like body was a feast. He raised his staff, and Mental Power surged forth. From the ruined heart, Yang Mu extracted several drops of blood.

Then a Flame of Annihilation flew out and enveloped Earl Rist. The mass of flesh convulsed wildly, but two minutes later, it was still burned into nothingness.

When the Flame of Annihilation returned to Yang Mu's body, his Mental Power rose rapidly, directly reaching 4.3.

The Mental Power limit of an Intermediate Apprentice was 6. Having only just advanced to Intermediate Apprentice, he had already nearly completed half the journey. That was the terror of the Dark Forge Meditation.

Even without meditation, one could grow stronger at incredible speed simply by continuously burning things.

However, the price of rapid improvement was unstable Mental Power. Going too fast could easily cause mental derangement and drive one completely insane.

Yang Mu could easily calm such mental fluctuations using the experience of a Sixth Level Archmage, but beginners could not do that. This was also one of the aspects that needed improvement: finding a way for beginners to stabilize their abnormal mental fluctuations while rapidly advancing.

With Rist's death, the thick fog he had released gradually dispersed. Bright sunlight completely drove away the remaining mist.

Allen once again wrapped himself in a black robe. Like Vampires, the undead did not like sunlight. Though sunlight would not burn them on contact, it did weaken the undead to a certain extent.

Looking out at the boundless sea, Yang Mu felt somewhat helpless. Then he looked toward Ina and Felice, the only two survivors.

"Which of you can read a nautical chart? Oh, I forgot. We do not even have a nautical chart now."

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Although Yang Mu wore a calm expression when he spoke, and his tone could even be called gentle, Ina and Felice both involuntarily took a step back.

This seemingly gentle young man had killed every ordinary person on the ship more than an hour ago. Then he had used their corpses to blow an Earl Rank Vampire into a crippled wreck. Finally, he had burned the souls of that Vampire and his three companions.

And when they thought back to his battle with Earl Rist, he had barely acted at all. Even the servant behind him had not made a move. It would have been strange if the two remaining women did not feel chills down their spines.

Looking over the endless sea, Yang Mu truly did not know how to sail a ship. Fortunately, before long, the blood and flesh scattered by the Corpse Explosions attracted quite a few sharks.

Yang Mu killed all those sharks and turned them into undead. He found many ropes, tied them to the sharks, and had them tow the ship forward.

Though this battered vessel probably would not last much longer and would fall apart in a single storm.

Yang Mu still needed some time. Once he finished dealing with what he had at hand, he would leave in a lifeboat.

"Weakness!"

And the first thing he intended to do was kill Van Helsing Ina.

Bang! Before Felice's stunned eyes, Ina's head exploded, spraying blood all over Felice's hair and face. Only after standing frozen for a moment did she let out a terrified scream.

Allen's claw, which had crushed Ina's head, pierced into her still-twitching corpse and dug out a crystal-like heart.

Yang Mu ignored Felice and returned to the cabin with the heart and four corpses.

Felice was left behind, slumped on the ground with terror written all over her face.

Inside the cabin, Yang Mu carved a magic array into the deck and placed the heart within it. As the magic array activated, a dark, sinister power began spreading from it, accompanied by countless murmurs.

"Hmm? I did not expect this to be a major world, one with deep-layered space as well. Interesting."

As the seeping dark power continuously corrupted the heart, Yang Mu paid more attention to the source of the dark power he had drawn in.

This should have been power leaking from some dark existence, one located in an independent space. With the help of the magic array, Yang Mu could vaguely sense that space, but in his current state, he could not truly investigate it.

At most, he could leave a mark for future exploration. That dark existence should have fallen into slumber, since Yang Mu's magic array had locked onto inert dark energy.

Such powerful creatures incapable of resistance were precisely what Yang Mu needed most. Burning them could grant the most potent feedback of power.

But that was a matter for the future. As the dark energy eroded it, the once-pure heart became a black crystal. Yang Mu dripped onto it the blood he had taken from Rist's heart.

The crystal-like heart suddenly beat once, releasing a massive phantom that covered the entire ship. But it quickly contracted, and the heart, once normal-sized, shrank to the size of a thumb.

Yang Mu picked it up, cut across his own chest with a finger, and placed the black crystal-like heart inside. The two hearts instantly fused, anchoring a special dark space that connected to his heart.

Countless laws of death, darkness, and the undead gathered toward the space. Deathly mist began to spread within it, and a fragment of space became the Undead Space Yang Mu urgently needed.

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