Who Dared to Steal My Stuff?

No matter how much knowledge he possessed, his mental power was still only that of a Mage Apprentice. To create a First-Order Undead, he had to rely on special methods.

If he were a First-Order Mage now, a single spell would be enough to raise a Holy Eclipse Knight. Why would he need to go through so much trouble?

Amid the crew's envious and admiring gazes, Yang Mu waved his hand and stored Eudora in Undead Space.

One month later.

After four months at sea, the Undead finally returned to Pirate Island. Once the Undead domineeringly shoved several ships aside and claimed the best berth, the crew, who had long been pent up, swarmed off the ship.

Even Yang Mu did not want to stay aboard the Undead any longer. He wanted fruit, fruit juice, and steak.

They then took up more than half the seats in a tavern. Quite a few crew members even had heavily made-up women sitting beside them.

They ate while heavily made-up women attended to them at their sides.

Yang Mu looked at the scene with frustrated disappointment. Why were they in such a hurry? Couldn't they finish eating first and find somewhere private to take care of it?

As they ate and drank to their hearts' content, a massive figure appeared in the doorway, blocking all the light streaming in. That broad frame, paired with the unmistakable beard, made it obvious who had arrived.

"Barrel? What are you doing here?"

"Oh, my little brother, if you were going on a long voyage, you should've said something! Your old brother here was so worried I nearly went up in smoke. Look at the blisters in my mouth."

Barrel dropped his huge body into the seat beside Yang Mu, shoving Higgs aside. The chair beneath him let out a creaking groan.

"What's so urgent?"

Yang Mu rapidly cut into his tender, juicy steak as he turned to ask.

"What else could it be? Didn't I help you sell those Merfolk Potions? I already found buyers. They've been waiting here with the money for over a month, but you never came back. I couldn't produce the goods. How could I not be anxious?"

Barrel Daddy spoke with a face full of worry. Only then did Yang Mu suddenly remember. It was not that his memory was bad; he simply had not taken the matter to heart. Besides, most of his attention was on the steak and juice before him, making him seem rather slow to react.

"Jack, Jack! Go back to the Undead, get the potions, and go with Barrel."

Yang Mu kicked Jack, who was wolfing down food beside him. When Jack did not react, he had no choice but to call out, then gave him another hard kick.

"Oh..." Jack reluctantly answered before getting up and heading toward where the Undead was docked, still holding a bowl of salad in his hand.

Barrel looked at Jack, who left without even greeting him, then turned back to Yang Mu. Seeing that Yang Mu was still fully focused on dealing with the food in front of him, he chuckled and got up to leave as well.

After Yang Mu had eaten his fill, he leaned back in his chair, lazily sipping juice as he watched the crew fool around. Then the tavern door was pushed open again. Jack staggered inside, covered in blood, and collapsed to the floor after only a few steps.

"Boss Jack!"

The Undead's crew immediately cried out in alarm and rushed over to help Jack up. His body was covered in wounds carved open by sharp weapons.

Yang Mu shot to his feet, his face dark as he walked toward Barrel, who had followed closely behind with an awkward expression.

"Barrel, give me an explanation, or I'll kill you!"

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An extremely cold wave of mental power spread outward, as if even the air were beginning to freeze. Barrel's previously awkward expression turned grave.

"Someone broke the rules. They said you used members of their society to refine those potions, and they want to take them back."

"First of all, I have no idea who that person is. He came with a guest. I never invited him. He was merely a guard accompanying a guest from the Englundi Empire."

"So, my goods and money are gone, and then my man got beaten up too? Is that what you mean, Barrel?"

Yang Mu's tone grew even colder. Yang Mu had always been the one stealing other people's things. Since when had anyone dared to steal his?

Barrel was speechless. The other side was powerful and had a deep background, far beyond what he could handle. He had no ability to settle this matter.

Seeing Barrel's expression, Yang Mu's face instead calmed. Barrel might seem fairly strong, but at certain levels, he was still only a minor character.

"In that case, you're no longer useful."

As soon as Yang Mu spoke, a female knight wreathed in blue-black Holy Flame appeared. She swung the black knight's holy sword in her hand directly at Barrel.

Barrel's expression changed. His earlier awkwardness vanished, leaving behind only the viciousness of a pirate.

"Iron Block!"

With a roar from Barrel, his body instantly turned iron-black. The holy sword swept through him, followed by Barrel's scream.

The ability he relied on—the power to turn himself into an iron man—was utterly useless before Eudora. The holy sword encountered hardly any resistance as it cleaved through his body, exposing iron-black internal organs.

Clearly, this ability did not merely turn his surface the color of black iron. His entire body had become steel.

It was undoubtedly a fine ability. With bodily regeneration and a body transformed into a solid mass of steel, he could withstand most dangers of this era. It was no surprise that he had become a great pirate ruling one region.

But this ability was still nothing in Yang Mu's eyes. Even the Yang Mu who had just arrived on the island could have killed him, let alone the Yang Mu of today.

He had Eudora kill him merely as a precaution, in case he possessed some special means of preserving his life.

Clearly, he did not. So he died.

A great pirate who had dominated one region died just like that. Yang Mu reached into the Void and grabbed, and a soul appeared in his hand. Aside from Higgs and Jack, no one here could see it.

Black flames rose, and Barrel's soul screamed as it vanished within them.

Yang Mu's mental power increased slightly. Barrel's soul was decent, but his strength had clearly been concentrated more in his body.

Looking at the corpse, which still retained its black-iron form, Yang Mu did not burn it. Instead, he stored it in Undead Space. It was good raw material and could be used to refine a Lesser Undead Servant.

What? A corpse like this could only be refined into a lesser servant? Then what were Werewolf Ghouls?

If you had that question, Yang Mu would answer: they were cannon fodder, trash, worthless things that did not even meet the minimum standards of the Plane Expeditionary Army.

The lesser undead servants Yang Mu considered acceptable were at minimum First-Order Undead, undead equivalent to Formal Necromancers.

Back when he had been a Sixth-Level Mage, the weakest undead in the expeditionary army had been Second-Order Undead Death Knights.

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