Translator: La0o9 Editor: La0o9
âWhat is this?â Myerson scowled as he saw the black liquid in front of him.
âTo become a Ghostmen, first your body needs to be modified to have the constitution of an Undeadâ Noah explained: âThis bowl contains a unique strain of germs that will put you into a near-death state that will be better for modifying you into an Undead. Donât worry, this transformation will not be hardâ
âUnderstoodâ Myerson had no choice, or to be more exact, this was part of his previous choice.
As he swallowed the black liquid in the bowl, he felt a scorching sensation from his throat all the way down to his stomach, his breathing became difficult, as if his innards were melting away.
Noah then drew a gleaming golden dagger and spoke with a sincere expression: âThis is the ceremonial blade. A dying person when stabbed in the heart by this dagger will become an Undead, naturally, without the accompanying drugs, this process would feel extremely insufferableâ
As the ceremonial blade stabbed into his heart, Myerson felt the entire world become different. If before, the world around him was vibrant, then it was now completely silent, as if there was a barrier separating him from the world itself.
âThe so-called Undead are in fact people whose dying souls are kept in a constant state of nearly separating from their body through a special technique. In this state of near-death, the importance of the vessel rapidly declines, thus eliminating the existence of the human bodyâs common fatal weak pointsâ
âAnd the only thing left that binds your soul to your body is the existence of My Lord on this ceremonial bladeâ Noah carefully put the ceremonial blade away, then prepared to implant Myerson with Chrisâ remnant soul.
The body of a living person couldnât possibly house two souls, such a situation would normally only cause the two souls to pollute one another. Either the hostâs soul would become polluted by the invading remnant soul and their soul would be greatly altered, or the remnant soul would completely devour the hostâs soul and take their True Spirit for itself.
But after becoming an Undead, due to the existence of Negaryâs Soulâs blood, the two souls would be able to coexist peacefully.
âMost Evil Spirits are mindless and irrational, thus unable to exert the limit of their own power, thus the Ghostmen were created for that purposeâ Noah explained, then his aura abruptly changed to give off an inhuman ominous feeling: ã And from today onwards, you are the leader of the Ghostmen ã
âYes, Lord Negary!â Myerson felt the power coursing through him and obediently knelt down.
âEarlier, sir Noah told me that the Ghostmen only have four people including me. So besides Cadiz Moreg and Connor Kenway, who is the last member of the Ghostmen?â
ã An unreliable fellow ã
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âKiller Jack here, find out more!â as dawn came over Reya, a man in a white hooded robe with an amiable face had already begun to hand out leaflets to the visiting merchants in town. If you disregarded his words and the things written on his leaflet, youâd mistake him for a clergyman from the Church of Divine Grace.
âWhy do I feel like wearing a white robe doesnât suit me? Should I be wearing a full-black outfit with belts and a mask? Meh, who caresâ Jack muttered to himself doubtfully, then handed his leaflet to an aunty who was carrying food: âSister, Killer Jack, find out moreâ
âI donât know how to read, and I donât need to hire a killerâ the aunty answered.
âThatâs because you donât understand, sisterâ Jack insisted that she took his leaflet: âThe need to hire an assassin doesnât discriminate from men or women, young or old. Maybe someday your child might lose their life, and then youâll need meâ
âTrust me, sister, a woman needs to know a hitman or two. You can ask my partner, Jack Hans, heâs accomplished a feat worthy of his name that countless woman wants to kill him forâ Jack spoke with a serious expression: âYou know Hans, those animals that think with their lower halfâ
âLunatic, scram. Donât mess with my business or Iâm going to call the enforcersâ the aunty cursed at him.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âHah, business is so hard these daysâ Jack pulled his leaflet back and continued giving them out along the main road.
A dirty middle-aged man who seemed a bit awkward hesitated for a long time before walking up to Jack and spoke respectfully: âLord Jack, the boss said that thereâs a important meeting and sent me to call youâ
âAh, little B, go back and tell your boss that I have something important to do right now. Iâm not going to some meetingâ Jack glossed it over.
âLord Jack, my name is Brown, not little Bâ the dirty middle-aged man weakly refuted him: âBut this meeting is really important, boss said that you have to comeâ
âAh, I got it, so itâs finally my turn to take the stage, then Iâll leave handing out these leaflets to you. Donât be lazy now, little Bâ Jack gave the stack of leaflets to Brown and spoke seriously.
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âFor now, the only official members of the Ghostmen are us four. The other affiliated troops partly come from my old pirate crew, and partly consisted of criminals who came to take refuge in Reyaâ Cadiz Moreg sat on one side and explained the situation to Myerson. He was not too convinced about this guy being their leader, but since the other party was selected by Lord Negary himself, even if he had any dissatisfaction, this wasnât the time to voice them.
âIâve already sent someone to find Jack, heâs also working as an assassin, so if nothing happens, he should be here soonâ Cadiz continued.
âIf not for a certain reason, I donât even want to come hereâ the white-robed Jack walked across the forest of bones while constantly looking up.
âWhatâs up there?â Myerson asked.
âNothing, Iâm just afraid of a hammer suddenly falling from the skyâ Jack murmured: âAm I being unreasonable when I say that, that name should have been given to me as an assassin? Why the fat guy instead? Why did I learn to sneak around in the first place?â
âIgnore him, when his secondary soul was implanted, something unexpected happened and caused his soul to become chaotic. Heâs always spouting some sort of tasteless joke or doing some inexplicable actionsâ Cadiz helplessly sighed.
At this point, Jack came up to the fat man Connor Kenway and spoke with a serious expression: âHey fatty, what do you think about using a hammer? Or maybe a greatsword? The killing business has been bad lately so Iâm planning to open up a weapon shop to make a few bucks, you want to pre-order a badge?â
The 5-meter tall Connor remained silent without saying a word, completely ignoring Jackâs banter.
âSo you must be our leader then. Iâm the Ghostmen King of Killers, Jack. Take care of me from now on. Until you become a box1, Iâll make sure to listen to your ordersâ Jack displayed a shamelessly malicious smile.
Although Myerson didnât quite understand what âbecome a boxâ meant, it was fine as long as he listened to orders. Myerson nodded and lightly gave the orders: âLord Negary has given us our first mission. We of the Ghostmen shall move out and use the excuse of searching for Chrisâ comrades Smick Lancher, Luen Donner and the rest to sweep clean the other forces within Reystromiaâ
âAt the same time, we will be recruiting more Ghostmen affiliate troops, all of whom will undergo the Undead transformationâ Myerson slowly explained as an ominous dark glow appeared on his body.