"Who are you?!"
The man in the black pointed soft hat still smiled.
Hearing the Grim Reaper's scream, he touched his monocle and spoke softly.
"You don't need to be confused."
"You'll soon know who I am."
The Grim Reaper was about to lash out, turning this fool who dared to block his way into a corpse slave, when he suddenly felt a mental lapse.
He was horrified to find his body trembling uncontrollably, something crawling on his soul, and his spiritual sea gradually losing contact with him.
"You, what have you done?!"
"You're also an evil soul master!"
Amon shook his head upon hearing this, a hint of pleasure in his voice.
"That's not something you can say."
"If I became an evil soul master, my father and brother might break my legs."
"To be honest, I admire you. You single-handedly wiped out the entire Shrek Seven Devils."
"That feat is enough to make you a part of me."
The Grim Reaper wanted to pray to his Grim Reaper, to chant the name of the great Grim Reaper one last time before dying, but found himself unable to utter a single word.
Or rather, even his own thoughts were no longer his own; he clearly felt himself slowly becoming someone else.
Yet, he felt no fear whatsoever; his heart was as calm as a clear lake.
"Boss, what's wrong?"
"What did he do to you?"
"Damn it! There are dozens of us, are we afraid of just one person?"
"Even if it were dozens of pigs, he couldn't catch them all in a short time!"
The bandit members behind the Grim Reaper, seeing their leader seemingly tricked, were all enraged and ready to fight Amon to the death.
One of the bandits closest to the Grim Reaper gripped his broken longsword and charged straight at Amon.
Suddenly, an arm blocked his way.
The bandit stopped abruptly, looking at the owner of the arm—his leader, the Grim Reaper.
"Boss?"
The Grim Reaper removed his black hood, turned to face the bandit members, and smiled the same smile as Amon.
The eerie scene made everyone feel as if their souls had been frozen.
The bandit closest to the Grim Reaper was trembling in the knees, his lips quivering, but he couldn't utter a word.
"He didn't do anything to me."
"I feel fine now."
The Grim Reaper's voice was no longer sharp as before, but rather flippant and mocking.
Amon walked up to the Grim Reaper and said,
"We just had a bunch of Amons wiped out by those Shrek Academy guys."
"These guys can replenish our numbers."
"We're not picky eaters anyway."
Under the terrified gazes of all the bandits, the Grim Reaper reached into the air and pulled out a monocle from somewhere, putting it on his right eye.
"Of course."
"They can have some fun with me inside the Holy Spirit Cult."
"Father forbids us from harming ordinary people, but these evil spirit masters aren't even human in his eyes."
"They're a bunch of good toys."
Amon and the Grim Reaper chatted as if no one else was around.
All the bandits shuddered, then quickly smiled, pulled out a monocle from the air, put it on their right eye, and said,
"Having some fun?"
"Haha, that's impressive."
"Count me in."
Amon, wearing a black pointed soft hat, looked at the air beside him and said,
"My dear brother, since you're here, why don't you come out and greet me?"
Amon adjusted his monocle and looked at a tree common in the Mingdou Mountains.
Beneath the dense, green canopy of trees, a figure slowly emerged, making no sound, not even disturbing the air currents, like a ghost.
The figure wore a white robe, had short golden hair and clear, golden eyes—it was none other than his brother, Adam.
"It's been a long time, my dear brother."
"Since we parted ways in Xilu City, it's been a long time since we sat down for a proper chat."
Adam's eyes were calm, his tone still gentle.
"Is your true form still at sea?"
"How have you been lately?"
"That Qilin, you should have found it by now."
Amon's smile remained unchanged as he spoke softly:
"Of course."
"My true form is still at sea, a pirate, having a great time.
" "Poor us 'partial' types, we can only find amusement in evil soul masters."
"As for the Qilin, once you know it exists, hunting it is easy."
Adam nodded slightly:
"Hmm."
"Soul spirit technology has been developed."
"But I think you wouldn't accept this technology."
"So why did you clash with Bai E and the others?"
Amon's smile grew even brighter, his black eyes meeting Adam's golden eyes.
"Because I wanted to see what kind of person Father favored most was like."
"And why he could bear so many of Father's expectations."
"Of course, my dear brother, I didn't use any force."
"It was just a game with them."
"Our sister wasn't hurt at all."
Adam looked at his troublesome younger brother and didn't continue the conversation.
"Has anything happened at sea lately?"
Hearing Adam's question, Amon shrugged and adjusted his black pointed soft hat.
"The seas have been very unsettled lately."
"Many sea areas have been subjected to a frenzied slaughter by unknown large soul beasts."
"As far as I know, the culprit is a deep-sea demon whale."
"The crimson blood of the sea soul beasts has almost stained the western sea red."
"That thing's next target is the South China Sea."
"The sea soul beasts of the South China Sea have formed a coalition to launch a war of annihilation against that crazed deep-sea demon whale."
"A total of forty 100,000-year-old sea soul beasts, a large number of 10,000-year-old sea soul beasts, and countless 1,000-year-old and 100-year-old ones."
"Heh, the resources in the ocean are truly abundant.
The 100,000-year-old soul beasts in just one sea area already surpass those in the Star Dou Great Forest."
Adam's eyes flickered slightly, and he said calmly,
"The South China Sea's fate probably won't be good."
"That's a deep-sea demon whale king, the wife of the one from 10,000 years ago."
"Their strength should be about the same, but because of anger and hatred, they act even more madly."
Amon's lips curled slightly as he said,
"You really knew."
"As expected of Father's deputy."
"Just as you thought."
"Those guys can't stop a crazed deep-sea demon whale king at all."
"Sea spirit beasts under 100,000 years old are no different from blood bags in front of this opponent."
"The opponent kills and devours simultaneously, like a tireless machine."
"I parasitized a total of twenty thousand-year-old sea spirit beasts on the seabed to watch the battle.
Before all these fish-like creatures died, only twenty-eight of the forty 100,000-year-old sea spirit beasts remained."
"The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's cultivation level increased greatly as a result."
"The fall of twelve 100,000-year-old sea spirit beasts, coupled with the deaths of countless low-level sea spirit beasts, caused the morale of the allied forces to collapse directly."
"All the spirit beasts scattered and fled, no longer able to organize a decent attack."
"These South Sea spirit beasts used the intricate underwater tunnels and deep-sea canyons of the South Sea to play hide-and-seek with the Deep Sea Demon Whale King."
"Heh, this method has indeed successfully stalled the Deep Sea Demon Whale King."
Adam nodded slightly. The reason he was so concerned about the ocean situation was because Huo Yuhao would be setting sail to find other continents in the near future.
The turbulent ocean would undoubtedly add a lot of unknowns to this voyage.
Although Huo Yuhao's impressive stats and skillful maneuvering virtually eliminate the possibility of casualties, the Sailor Moon cannot withstand excessive impact.
Prolonged turbulence would also lead to crew lethargy and physical weakness, extending the voyage.
Nautical knowledge in the Douluo Continent is extremely backward; the so-called nautical charts are not much different from those in mythology.
Many enthusiastic researchers, upon seeing the nautical charts drawn by the Douluo Continent, mistakenly thought someone had copied a novel from the Magic Network.
From chart drawing to maritime positioning, the researchers had to start from scratch.
Fortunately, while the Douluo Continent lacked satellite technology, it possessed high-altitude detection technology, and Huo Yuhao recruited a large number of talents in this field from the Mingde Hall.
Xuan Ziwen, a leading figure in the surveillance field of the Sun Moon Empire, also arrived in Xilu City.
Xilu City certainly did not neglect these talents from the Mingde Hall; advanced laboratories and high-level research equipment were arranged, and they were even provided with the latest computing equipment.
The computing speed was roughly comparable to that of a level 60 mental-type Soul Master.
It wasn't particularly fast, but it was convenient enough.
This computing device opened the eyes of Xuan Ziwen and the others; it was the first time they had ever seen a soul tool system like this.
From its design concept to its manufacturing method, it completely exceeded their expectations.
Xuan Ziwen became fascinated by this automatically calculating soul tool and began frantically studying related knowledge, learning about the soul tool concepts of Xilu City.
Adam looked at Amon again, his tone unusually showing a hint of concern.
"So, what do you want to do next?"
Amon glanced at the distant mountains and smiled, saying,
"Of course, continue being a pirate on the sea."
"The sea is so lively; we won't miss it."
"The Holy Spirit Cult is also a group of interesting people."
"Of course, we're also quite interested in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament."
Adam glanced at Amon, nodded, and then disappeared from reality, leaving only his voice echoing in the air.
"Hmm."
"Don't do anything unnecessary."
"Otherwise, Father might be angry."
Amon took off his monocle, carefully wiped it, and put it back on.
"Of course."
(End of Chapter)
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