Merfolk Potion

A faint black mist permeated the entire lower deck. It was cold and dry, and corpses stored here showed no signs of decay. He arranged the corpse in his hands.

The crew sat on the deck with rum in hand, watching the Undead slowly devour the two large ships. Even though they had seen it many times, the sight still felt miraculous.

"Hey, did you see those female slaves earlier? I bet that merchant ship belonged to some big shot. Every one of those women was prettier than the last, and their figures were seriously incredible."

"Bick, don't do anything stupid. If you want women, wait until we return to port and find some yourself. Even if you fancy one of the female slaves, buy her with your own money. The Captain doesn't like us doing that kind of thing on the ship."

"I know. Don't worry, Black Luo, I'm not that stupid. They're just women. How could they be more attractive than power?"

The crew drank their rum mouthful by mouthful as they chatted idly. Only after the Undead had finished feeding to its satisfaction did they raise the sails and prepare to head back to Pirate Island.

No one knew why the Captain preferred Pirate Island over the more famous Shipwreck Island. Compared with Pirate Island, Shipwreck Island was larger and offered far more kinds of entertainment.

But since the Captain did not like it, they could only go to Pirate Island.

Fortunately, Barrel Daddy of Pirate Island had already established reliable channels for selling stolen goods, so they did not need to worry about their plunder being impossible to turn into Gold Shields.

As for what Yang Mu was doing on the middle deck, he was naturally studying Abel's corpse. In three months, Yang Mu had already become a High-Level Apprentice, and his Mental Power had reached 6.7.

He had also inscribed his second spell model, Elemental Affinity. Only he would use such a precious spell model slot to inscribe a spell that increased elemental affinity.

In truth, Yang Mu had no choice. This body's elemental affinity was simply too poor, and both its conversion and recovery of magic power were far too slow.

Mages needed two things to cast spells: Mental Power and magic power. Mental Power constructed the spell model, while magic power filled it. However much Mental Power one had would be converted into that much magic power, so normally, only one of the two needed to be calculated.

Yang Mu had directly erased the issue of Mental Power with the Dark Forge Meditation, but the simplest and most effective way to solve the problem of magical elemental affinity was to inscribe Elemental Affinity.

Yang Mu had little need for Apprentice Rank spell models. For ordinary Apprentices, spell models were naturally exceptionally precious. They were what allowed them to cast without incantations, cast spells instantly, and gain one additional casting opportunity.

A spell model inscribed in the sea of consciousness stored the magic power and Mental Power required for one casting, allowing that inscribed spell to be cast once without cost. Furthermore, as long as that spell was released, it could be cast instantly.

It could be said that every spell model was a trump card for low-level Mages. Yang Mu did not need them because he could cast Apprentice Rank spells instantly anyway.

Even so, his first spell was still a defensive spell, Grief's Embrace.

That was because spell models had another function: passive activation. As long as an attack exceeded a certain threshold, they would trigger automatically.

Thus, he did not inscribe Elemental Affinity until his second Apprentice Rank spell model.

In the originally dim middle deck, a ball of white light illuminated the entire crude laboratory. The modified Undead ensured stable sailing, giving Yang Mu a steady experimental environment.

A new world represented new knowledge, and every Mage was a fanatic obsessed with pursuing knowledge. He had endured for a long time, and ever since gaining a stable environment, he had been conducting experiments on all kinds of properties, producing some potions as byproducts.

And now, he had acquired new experimental material.

Yang Mu happily began dissecting Abel's corpse. Only Mages immersed in the exploration of knowledge were happy.

When they returned to Pirate Island again, Yang Mu and Jack sat beside the pool of a villa-like residence. Many guards stood around them, the sun shone brightly, and the table was laid with juice, fine wine, cigars, and fruit.

Beside Jack lay a red-haired beauty in a swimsuit, her curves lush and alluring. Jack's rough hand was kneading one of her ample breasts.

There was no one beside Yang Mu. It was not that no beauties wanted to approach him; he had simply refused them.

On a reclining chair opposite the two lay an enormous fat man with a large yellow beard. Though he looked obese, even in his relaxed state, the outlines of eight abdominal muscles could still be seen beneath the fat.

Jack was already quite large, but compared to this man, if the two lay side by side, Jack would look noticeably smaller.

Many beautiful women massaged him at his side. He grabbed the wineglass beside him and drained the red liquid in one gulp. Some remaining wine dripped from the upturned ends of his beard onto his body, and a female slave immediately crawled over to lick it clean.

This man was the master of all Pirate Island, Barrel Daddy.

He was also Yang Mu's largest trading partner at present.

"Little brother, what brings you here in person?"

Only after taking a sip of wine did Barrel Daddy grin and speak to Yang Mu. Aside from the first few transactions, which Yang Mu had personally negotiated with him, Jack had led the men here for every trade after they had established initial trust.

Barrel Daddy had now transitioned from a pirate who plundered everywhere into the island's ruler. He needed many clients like Yang Mu, and unless there were enormous profits involved, he would not casually break his own rules.

That was why he found it strange that Yang Mu had come personally.

"I came because I have a good deal to discuss with you, Barrel."

As he spoke, Yang Mu took out a potion and placed it on the table beside him. The potion was ocean blue, with starlike specks of light floating and swirling within it.

Barrel Daddy looked at the potion on the table but did not pick it up. While the Undead's reputation resounded throughout these waters, Yang Mu, its Captain, was equally notorious. His identity as a black Wizard had long been confirmed among the upper ranks of pirates.

Touching a black Wizard's things carelessly could get one killed.

"What is this?"

Looking at the fantastical potion, Barrel Daddy asked in confusion.

"This is a potion that can allow someone to transform into a Fishman. Higgs, come over."

A young man standing in the distance, who had arrived with Yang Mu and the others, immediately ran over when he heard Yang Mu call him.

He was the Undead's second mate, bold yet meticulous, and he managed the ship's internal affairs very well. Yang Mu also happened to want to test the effects of cultivating the Dark Forge Meditation on someone with the bloodline of another creature.

That was why he was here.

"Drink this."

He had long seen the ship's first mate occasionally drink similar bottles of potion, then wear an expression of bliss as he grew stronger and stronger.

How could he hesitate? Grinning broadly, he picked up the potion and drained it in one gulp.

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