The "system" had returned, far more generous than before. The players' combat power soared, and every one of them returned like a newly minted tycoon, wishing they could assign a weapon to every finger and even every toe. Their spare weapons and equipment were beyond counting.
Yang Yi fixed the Throne onto the Shelter, and the ship immediately underwent an earth-shattering transformation. It looked brand-new, with no trace of its former dilapidation left, except that the material composing it had become sea salt. It even floated on the sea.
The ship's overall structure closely resembled the former Nightmare Star, and might even have been modeled after it, only enlarged several hundredfold. An enormous Execution Rack rose from its center.
If anyone searched inside now, they would find no trace of the Nightmare. Yang Yi had completely absorbed the Nightmare's power and put it to use.
For instance, an enormous Golden-Armored Skeleton had appeared in front of the Throne. He was dozens of times larger than the Old Captain had once been, and steered this super King's Ship with a Helm of equally unimaginable size.
At Yang Yi's sides stood players and no one else. Their imposing presence had all grown considerably stronger, and they gathered to either side of the Throne.
The figure leading the left side was particularly dazzling, with brilliant golden hair and a palm-sized salt fairy on his shoulder. It was Reinhardt, who had been "dead" for quite some time.
He had awakened from his nightmare. The curse mark on his forehead had vanished, and his former smile, with its inexplicable confidence, had returned to his face. He seemed like a different person.
"Hmph... Cui Bisi, you instant turncoat!"
Cui Xiya spoke with some jealousy. She was deeply displeased that Cui Bisi had immediately ditched her and