Undead Space

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

The entire upper deck on the front half of the ship vanished.

A tattered figure fell onto the lower deck. A tall figure jumped down after him, seized him by the throat, lifted 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, he would have been dead. More precisely, he was now just 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 not recover for at least half an hour.

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

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

There were no ordinary people left on the scene. The screams of the souls turned both Felice and Ina, the only survivors, pale.

Another black wizard driven to the absolute extreme.

That was how the two judged Yang Mu, but he did not care in the slightest. Burning the souls of three Apprentice Rank practitioners had raised his mental strength 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 needed to be burned in order to improve became.

And Earl Rist, now no different from a heap of flesh, was a lavish feast to Yang Mu. He raised his staff and released his mental strength, extracting several drops of blood from Rist's ruined heart.

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

When the Flame of Annihilation returned to Yang Mu's body, his mental strength rapidly increased, rising directly to 4.3.

The mental strength limit for 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 meditating, one could grow stronger at an astonishing rate simply by constantly burning things.

But the price of rapid growth was unstable mental strength. If it rose too quickly, it could easily cause mental disorder and drive one completely insane.

Yang Mu could easily calm such mental fluctuations with the experience of a Sixth Level Archmage, but beginners could never accomplish that. This was also one area that needed improvement: finding a way for beginners to stabilize their abnormal mental fluctuations while improving rapidly.

With Rist's death, the dense fog he had released gradually dispersed. Bright sunlight completely drove away what remained.

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

Looking at the endless sea around him, Yang Mu felt somewhat helpless. Then he turned 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 anymore."

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Although Yang Mu spoke with a calm expression and even a gentle tone, Ina and Felice both involuntarily took a step back.

This seemingly gentle young man had killed every ordinary person on the ship just over an hour ago. Then he had used their corpses to blast an Earl Rank Vampire into a cripple, before finally burning the souls of him and his three companions.

And thinking back on it now, Yang Mu had barely acted during their battle with Earl Rist. Even the servant behind him had not acted. It would have been stranger if the two remaining women were not terrified.

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

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

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

Yang Mu only needed a little more time. Once he had dealt with the matters at hand, he would leave by 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 her face and hair. Only after standing frozen for a moment did she let out a terrified scream.

The claw that had smashed 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.

Leaving Felice alone, paralyzed 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 all manner of whispers.

"Hm? I did not expect this to be a major world, and one with deeper spaces as well. Interesting."

As the seeping dark power continuously polluted the heart, Yang Mu was more concerned with the source of the dark power he had drawn over.

This should have been power leaked by some dark existence, one located within 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 behind a marker for future exploration. That dark existence should have fallen into slumber, since the magic array Yang Mu had locked onto inert dark energy.

Such powerful creatures that lacked the ability to resist were exactly what Yang Mu needed most. Burning them would grant the strongest feedback of power.

But that was a matter for the future. As the dark energy corroded it, the originally pure heart had turned into a black crystal. Yang Mu dripped onto it the blood he had taken from Rist's heart.

The crystal-like heart suddenly throbbed, releasing an enormous phantom that enveloped the entire ship. But it quickly shrank back, and the normally sized heart also shrank to the size of a thumb.

Yang Mu picked it up, ran a finger across his chest, and placed the black crystal-like heart inside. The two hearts instantly fused, and a special dark space was immediately anchored, 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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