Pirate Island in Chaos

The few of them nodded frantically again.

Nodding might get them robbed, but it might also let them live. If they refused to nod, they would definitely die.

They had that much sense.

Yang Mu looked up at the sky. Hmm, it was still early!

"Alright, give me the money. Wait here for a day, and I'll give you the potion tomorrow. If you want more next time, you'll have to place an order. The ingredients aren't easy to find. Once I rob a few ships belonging to that duke or whatever, I'll know whether they have any. Leave me a way to contact you."

As Yang Mu spoke, the men readily took out the money they had brought and handed it over to him.

However, it was not Gold Shield. It was a stack of white notes printed with holy insignias, something similar to checks.

This was a form of high-denomination currency issued by the Church-State Alliance. It generally did not circulate on the market and was only used for major transactions.

The so-called Church-State Alliance was an alliance formed by all recognized nations and churches in this world.

Nominally, the Alliance Council was the highest authority in the world. In reality, it was just a place for people to argue.

The Alliance's only real contribution was issuing the Gold Shield currency system, crushing every nation's domestic currency system through competition and turning it into the world's unified currency.

Each of those notes had a face value of ten thousand Gold Shield, eighty in total.

Yang Mu accepted the notes with satisfaction. As he was about to leave, he seemed to recall something and turned back.

"If any of you can provide information about Duke Xis's family ships, I can pay you a reward. Or I can give you a discount on your next purchase."

With that, Yang Mu left Barrel's residence, returned to the Undead, and began preparing the potion.

Barrel's death also brought chaos. Without his suppression, the pirates' chaotic nature was exposed without restraint.

After many people witnessed Barrel's death firsthand, news of it quickly spread. At first, some refused to believe it, but as more pirates began killing and looting, more and more joined the feast.

The prostitutes suffered first. Even though pirates protected some of them, there were simply too many women. While order still existed, those pirates could protect them to a certain extent. But now, the number they could protect was less than one-tenth of the total.

Flames, screams, wild laughter—this was what pirates truly looked like.

Yang Mu did not move to suppress them. With his strength, replacing Barrel would not have been difficult. As long as he quelled the riot now, he could naturally become the new master of Pirate Island.

Unfortunately, Yang Mu had no interest in this lousy island. He had boarded a ship in the first place only to avoid being dragged into the conflict between the Vampires and Werewolves of Bronk Port.

Becoming a pirate afterward was partly for fun, and partly to accumulate wealth. He also wanted to make contact with the Supernatural World, obtain some materials and resources, and improve his strength.

After all, pirates did not need to worry about people coming after them for killing someone. Anyone who wanted trouble with him first had to find him in the vast ocean.

Once he had enough money, he could go ashore, buy a manor, purchase a noble title, become a noble lord, build a Mage Tower, teach some Apprentices, spread the Dark Forge Meditation, and grow stronger while sitting around.

He could also conduct research he enjoyed. Just thinking about it made him happy.

But all of that required money.

The most expensive thing was neither the manor nor the title, but the Mage Tower. He probably could not build one without at least tens of millions of Gold Shield.

That was why he had not killed those people who came to buy potions. He wanted to open up the market and prepare for large-scale sales in the future.

He had originally thought Abel was merely a special case, a bloodline formed through some mutation. After all, his research had revealed that Abel's bloodline factors were extremely chaotic, unlike a bloodline that could be stably passed down within a race.

But he had not expected Abel to truly be a member of some race. As long as he found where that race was, he could turn the Merfolk Potion into an industry. If he became strong enough, he could even breed Fishmen.

Mages needed money too, and they consumed far more wealth than other professions.

His biggest lead now was Duke Xis of the Yinglandi Empire. The next time he went to sea, Duke Xis's family ships would be his targets. It would be even better if they came looking for him on their own.

While Yang Mu was preparing the potions, Jack led his Undead Servants into the pirates' feast and became one of its fiercest participants.

Everyone else targeted prostitutes, taverns, and the like. Not Jack. He led his men and Undead Servants straight toward the largest casino.

Although Pirate Island had descended into chaos, many large shops, taverns, and casinos belonged to major pirate crews and had forces assigned to protect them.

For example, the casino Jack had targeted was guarded by more than fifty burly men wielding pirate cutlasses, glaring viciously at their surroundings.

But Jack was fiercer and more vicious than they were. He charged straight in with his Undead Servants, giving them no chance to speak. One Walking Corpse after another pounced on the opposing pirates and began tearing into them madly.

"Jack, this is Boss Moli's casino. Don't mess around."

A captain seemed to recognize Jack. He chopped off a Walking Corpse's head with one blow, then spoke to Jack anxiously.

"Barrel is dead. Moli? Ask him whether he dares show his face in front of me."

"Neil, for old times' sake, I'll spare you. Get lost!"

Jack waved his hand, and the undead surrounding Neil immediately moved aside. Neil gave Jack a complicated look, said nothing more, and left directly.

Higgs did not care what Jack was doing. He had already taken the lead in rushing into the casino and was now grabbing money by the armful.

The pirates outside were vicious, but against Jack's Undead Servants, even the lowest-level ones, ordinary people stood no chance. They died one after another in the jaws of the Walking Corpses.

"Fuck you! I'm out there fighting for my life, and you're in here grabbing money? You don't know to save some for your brothers?"

The moment Jack entered, he saw Higgs carrying two huge sacks on his back. He cursed loudly, but his hands were not slow as he began fighting Higgs over the loot.

In truth, neither of them lacked money at this point. Just like Yang Mu in the past, whenever they ran out of money, they only needed to find a casino. With their mental power, if they went all out to win, they could make money even faster than they were by robbing it now.

The two of them simply had pirate temperaments. They could not stand seeing good things. The moment they saw something valuable, they wanted to stuff it into their pockets.

The chaos lasted all night. The next day, when Yang Mu came down from the Undead, the entire harbor was empty. Only the Undead remained, moored alone at the port.

The other ships had either fled or sunk. Charred planks still floated on the water.

It was not that no one had set their sights on the Undead. They had simply been eaten by it. Once the Undead got a taste of it and realized its master did not stop it from eating people, it began actively extending its tentacles to grab and devour them. After that, no one dared approach it voluntarily.

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