Pirate Island

Felice sat stiffly on the stool as if she were sitting on a branding iron. If she had not been afraid of angering Yang Mu, she would have fled long ago.

Yang Mu cut the steak on his plate and chatted idly with Felice, mainly asking about the Supernatural World and where he could obtain Transcendental Materials.

The situation in this world was indeed extremely complicated. Werewolves, Vampires, Wizards, Witches, Angels, Demons, and all sorts of other beings existed.

Legend said that Heaven and Hell both existed as well, though Felice had never truly been there. She was merely a Hybrid Succubus. Seducing men and draining their vital essence were what she did most often.

Legend had it that Succubi also possessed a promised land called the Fairy Forest, but they had searched for hundreds of years without finding the so-called Fairy Forest.

Many believed it was nothing more than a beautiful legend, just like Heaven.

These supernatural creatures formed all kinds of organizations: the Holy Church, which believed in God; the Dark Church, which worshipped Demons; and secret societies devoted to various other deities.

There were Werewolf families, Vampire clans, technological societies and companies formed by pure humans, Wizard Academies, Witch Covens, and much more. It was a complete mess.

The various factions constantly clashed, and the Supernatural World and the mundane world influenced each other. The emergence of flintlock guns and cannons had also caused some turmoil in the Supernatural World, at least at Felice's level.

"What a dazzling world."

After finishing his meal, Yang Mu set down his knife and fork, left behind that sigh, and vanished from the dining hall. Only after he had gone did Felice slump in her chair like a deflated ball.

"No, I'll go insane if this keeps up. I have to escape. Run away."

Felice had considered jumping into the sea several times, but ultimately gave up. If she truly jumped overboard, her chances of survival would be almost nonexistent. Finding an island in the ocean before starving or dying of thirst was nearly impossible.

If she encountered a storm, she would certainly die. Even being a Hybrid Succubus would not change that.

Most importantly, Yang Mu did not seem to intend to kill her. At the very least, he needed her to cook for him, and that became her reason to comfort herself.

Her guess was indeed correct. Yang Mu had spared her life partly to gain a better understanding of this world's Supernatural World, and partly because he needed someone to help him handle trivial matters.

Although the Dark Forge Meditation did not rely on meditation to increase Mental Power, meditation still offered considerable benefits. Apart from slightly increasing Mental Power, it could calm unstable Mental Power.

Yang Mu also needed to carry out some basic refinement of the Dark Furnace Method before throwing it to his test subjects for cultivation.

As for Felice, she was not suitable as a test subject.

Over the following days, Yang Mu and Felice were fortunate enough not to encounter any storms. However, Yang Mu's Mental Power grew very slowly, almost not at all. This was the normal rate at which a Mage's Mental Power increased through meditation.

Yang Mu had originally assumed that, in this age of rampant pirates, they would soon encounter some. He could simply capture them and have them help him find land.

But he had clearly been too optimistic. One night, they encountered a storm, and the already damaged sailboat was easily destroyed.

Felice had long prepared various supplies and placed them in the lifeboat. By the time the larger vessel sank, the two of them had already boarded it.

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They then drifted across the sea for over half a month without encountering anything. Other than the azure waters, they did not even see a single seagull.

There was no way to determine where land lay. They were not on any known shipping route, lost in a desert called the ocean.

A man and a woman sat in the lifeboat, and their food supplies were running low. However, that was not a problem. If a Mage lacked food at sea, he might as well smash his head against something and die.

As for fresh water, although Yang Mu was a Necromancer, he still knew some basic water spells. Water Vapor Gathering was among the Zero-Order Tricks, making it easy to obtain water spheres.

When they left, they had also deliberately put on robes that covered their entire bodies to prevent sunburn from ultraviolet rays.

Yang Mu had wanted to find a giant whale to pull them along. Whether it was fast or not did not matter; the important thing was that it would look cool. However, whales did not seem to live in these waters.

Another storm arrived. A barrier formed from Mental Power surrounded them, and Yang Mu, who had been meditating, opened his eyes. In the distance, amid the thunder, the shadow of a colossal creature appeared, so huge that its head reached into the storm clouds.

It looked somewhat like a Thunder Dragon, and Yang Mu heard a deep roar, as if it were guiding him in a certain direction.

Yang Mu looked at it without fear, because it did not exist within the same space as their current world. For some unknown reason, the two spaces had connected, resulting in this phantom.

It was an extremely powerful creature, roughly equivalent to a Third Order Official Mage. In some worlds inhabited by gods, beings of this level were called Legends or Demigods.

However, Yang Mu sensed goodwill in its roar, so he had his undead dolphins and sharks change direction and head toward the phantom.

The sea was especially violent on that stormy night. The lifeboat seemed to leap through mountains, jumping from one wave crest to another.

When the storm finally stopped, a tiny black dot appeared within the sight of the Mage's Eye above them. Yet it remained fixed there with unwavering certainty.

At last, a smile appeared on Yang Mu's face.

A Holy Corruption Arrow instantly pierced Felice's forehead, and the Flame of Annihilation burned her into nothingness.

She was no longer useful.

Though a mountain might seem close yet take a horse to death to reach, the dolphins and sharks Yang Mu had turned into undead needed no rest. They dragged Yang Mu and the lifeboat forward at full speed, sending the lifeboat racing like a speedboat, its bow raised as it skimmed across the water.

After a full day of rushing onward, Yang Mu finally approached the island. Before he had even fully drawn near, he saw many ships coming and going, and a smile appeared on his face again.

When he saw that those ships all flew pirate flags, Yang Mu's smile became even brighter.

This was actually a pirate island. Very good.

When the lifeboat sped all the way into the harbor and came to a stop, the surrounding pirates all cast curious looks his way. After all, a boat that could move without oars was quite eye-catching.

After docking, Yang Mu did not bother with the lifeboat at all. The little broken vessel had no value whatsoever. As for the undead sharks and dolphins, he cared even less. Could anyone possibly seize control from him?

Ignoring the pirates gathering around him, Yang Mu took the two Armed Skeletons he had released in advance and began wandering around Pirate Island.

The buildings here were all very low, and there were practically no gaps between them. Taverns, casinos, and restaurants were the main businesses here.

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