Mad Scientist

The reason he had killed Loxia first was simply because she had left the deepest impression on him, and he was somewhat tired of her. Her strength had also been on the weaker side.

But the moment Loxia died, many Werewolves let out furious howls at once. They were clearly Werewolves of the William Family. Werewolves were extremely united, especially those from the same family. They had inherited many of a wolf's habits.

Yang Mu naturally hated the ones who had killed his kin. Inside the castle, Viscount William's attacks grew even more violent with rage, but the Vampire before him held him back firmly.

Taking advantage of his anger, the Vampire caused flaws to appear in his attacks and left several wounds on his body.

Yang Mu did not continue casting spells. Instead, he had the Walking Corpses and Skeleton Warriors join the two Vampires in surrounding and killing the two Werewolves who had already fallen into a disadvantage, burning their souls away.

Yang Mu's mental power had reached 3. He had already reached the peak of a Low-Level Apprentice and could only continue improving after inscribing a spell model.

Thus, Yang Mu did not linger. After summoning the three Werewolf corpses into Ghouls, he retreated.

Lilia, who had been endlessly entangled with Allen and another Vampire, saw Yang Mu preparing to leave. Disregarding the Vampire's attacks, she lunged toward Yang Mu.

Yet Allen and three other Werewolf Ghouls blocked her. Although the latter three Ghouls had not been enhanced, stopping Lilia was no problem at all.

The Vampire attacking Lilia saw her and the Werewolf Ghouls getting farther and farther away. After hesitating for a moment, he gave up the pursuit and continued dealing with the other Werewolves instead.

After leaving the battlefield, Yang Mu directly sent the Walking Corpses and Werewolf Ghouls together to easily kill Lilia. Although Lilia was stronger than Loxia, she was only about as strong as the enhanced Allen. Facing so many Walking Corpses, she killed more than a dozen before being killed herself.

Yang Mu dug out her skull and used her own brain matter and bones to refine a simple magical item, the Venomous Skull, sealing her soul, filled with rage and hatred, inside it.

Simply put, it was a magical version of a grenade. Once thrown, it would explode, causing a soul shockwave and spraying skull fragments everywhere.

Discarding the remaining Walking Corpses, Yang Mu left the manor where he had stayed for more than ten days with four Werewolf Ghouls and two armed Skeleton Warriors.

Under cover of night, Yang Mu arrived at Bronk Port. He hid the four Werewolf Ghouls in the sewers, then found two cloaks and garments that covered the whole body, wrapping the Skeleton Warriors tightly before he began wandering through Bronk Port.

Just like its other name, Bronk Port was covered in thick fog everywhere. It was truly Mist Port, where cold dampness was the norm.

Yang Mu had no plans to settle here for long. He had come only to find a ship and leave.

Judging from tonight's events, the Vampires and Werewolves had already gone to war. He had no intention of getting involved. What he needed now was a relatively stable environment where he could inscribe a spell model.

However, he lacked one crucial thing: money. As a Mage with extraordinary power, working for others was impossible. He would never work for others in this lifetime.

So, he planned to get some startup funds in the alleyways.

Many ancient professions survived in the dark alleys of these ports: prostitutes, robbers, beggars, and so on.

Yang Mu's target was naturally the second kind. As he moved through the narrow alleys, seductive voices occasionally called out.

"Hey, handsome, want to have some fun? Only fifty Copper Horn!"

Some prostitutes even reached out directly, trying to pull Yang Mu into the alleys. But to Yang Mu, their appearances were truly unbearable to look at.

Yellowing teeth, heavy bad breath mixed with cheap perfume powder, inferior cosmetics, and even worse makeup skills—the combination of it all nearly made Yang Mu attack on the spot.

However, after a difficult search, Yang Mu finally found two men smoking in a corner. They were the guards of the nearby prostitutes, taking a cut of their earnings while also being responsible for their safety to a certain extent.

From time to time, they also moonlighted as robbers, preying on outsiders, laborers, and the like. It was not that they did not want to rob rich people; there simply were no rich people who came here to spend money.

When the two men saw Yang Mu, an unfamiliar face walking directly toward them, they extinguished their cigarette butts and were about to speak when two figures in black robes came sprinting from another alley, knocking them to the ground and rendering them unconscious.

Yang Mu searched them and found five Silver Jesters. In this world, the currencies were Gold Shields, Silver Jesters, and Copper Horns. One Gold Shield equaled ten Silver Jesters, or one thousand Copper Horns.

Ten Copper Horns could buy a large mug of beer and a serving of bread. Five Silver Jesters was not much, but it was not a small amount either.

Yang Mu did not mind. Pocketing the Silver Jesters, he prepared to leave and find a gambling house to get some money.

He had not gone far when the smell of blood drifted over, along with the whimpering of a canine. Through the thick fog, he could vaguely see a figure crouching on the ground and gnawing on something. If he was not mistaken, judging by the shapes on the ground, there should have been two people.

The crouching figure's nose twitched, seemingly catching Yang Mu's scent. It turned and lunged at him.

Bang! A bone blade slashed into its body and knocked it to the ground, but it climbed back up in an instant. Only then did Yang Mu clearly see what it looked like.

It had a human body and a dog's face, three arms, and legs that clearly did not come from the same person. It had no life force and was not alive. It could be considered a type of undead, but its creation process was extremely crude, inferior even to an undead modified by a Necromancer Apprentice.

No, saying that was an insult to Necromancer Apprentices. This thing looked like some clueless amateur attempting to modify undead. Aside from being somewhat frightening—

Its combat power? It could only bully ordinary people.

Faced with two armed Skeleton Warriors, it was dismantled in less than a minute. Yang Mu pulled a female wraith from within it and inspected the corpse as well. It had been stitched together from parts of three women, two men, and a wild dog. It had no value at all, not even enough to be worth burning.

Beneath a dark church lay what had once been a cemetery, piled with countless skulls. But now, the place was filled with glass jars containing all kinds of soaked body parts.

A mad scientist was trying to reassemble these body parts into what he believed to be a perfect body and grant it life.

However, his ultimate goal was not to create some perfect lifeform, but immortality. He believed that as long as he could keep replacing the necrotic parts of his body, he could live forever.

That body and the dog-faced man were merely his test subjects. Just as he focused intently on creating a second corpse and bringing it to life, he suddenly raised his head.

His Number Twenty-One test subject had died.