"Whoever wants to go, I must remind everyone here that no one is a minor character anymore. Your every action has a profound impact. Whatever you do on the mainland is related to the overall reputation of Black Sail. I just ask that you try not to be so..."
Fen paused to choose his words carefully, then added, "Absurd."
Everyone in the room tactically leaned back.
"Absurd?"
Liszt raised doubts, proposing that as pirates, they should embrace it.
"Yes, you should be more serious. In theory, you should instill fear, not..."
Fen pointed to Rein, his aning clear without words.
"Hehe, hearing your words, I tremble with anger. Sweating in the heat, hands and feet cold, Hell is empty, and the Devil walks the earth. Can this world ever recover? What must a murderer do to satisfy you? Tears involuntarily flowed down; this world is full of oppression towards murderers. When will murderers truly stand up?"
Rein suddenly realized, "People make money to be spent by murderers. Giving money to a murderer doesn’t necessarily make you a good person, but not giving money definitely makes you a bad one."
Archer’s hand, holding a wine bottle, paused slightly as if he felt the Sky Heart Mark. The sounds of the great Dao around him vibrated and broke free.
"A murderer should treat themselves better, learn to be lazier, more ruthless, more assertive, more materialistic, and master the art of kill, kill, kill. A corpse-abusing murderer has the best life."
Archer said so.
Liszt exploded; it wasn’t even about instilling fear anymore. It was like the Heavenly Dao of the abstract world Oga. Each person has their strengths, divine in their own right.
Lovecraft, you can start begging for rcy now.
Fen was brainstorming and could no longer keep up with the conversation.
Wolman thought about it and indeed agreed that Fen made a lot of sense.
"It can be done like this, just like the three elents of a horror movie. First, no communication; if communication is possible, it ans the opponent has human intelligence, which prevents fear. Second, the identity must remain unknown; the unknown breeds fear. Lastly, an Undying Body; if the specter can be killed, then there is no overwhelming sense of fear."
Wolman suggested they could craft their personal images following these three points.
That’s why many classic B-movie killers wear masks and are mutes.
"So it’s like this, isn’t it? Cut out Saleret’s tongue, then kill him, have Fen turn him into an Undead, and there you have it... Heaven Port Chainsaw Massacre, I want to see college girls swimming!"
Morison said this.
"Hey, hey, show so respect for Ghost Eye Mad Blade, the Hall-level adventurer, hey!"
Liszt had already arranged for Saleret’s sister to be brought back to Heaven Port. Now, Ghost Eye Mad Blade was like a watchdog at his command, having been brought onto the island.
"There’s no need to go to such lengths..."
Fen didn’t know what to say. That level of fear wasn’t just from the Triad Gang; it was from a B-level Cult crazier than Miracle of Suffering.
"Just be a bit more serious, dress a bit more properly. With so much money thrown into the East Sea, developnt is rapid. There are too many people in the world without a livelihood. We’ve got to attract those young people to the island to work hard."
Fen said.
Alicia was smoking in a corner of the navigation room, thinking how these young people acted as if she was ancient.
"I get it; it needs to be trendy and fashionable to attract young people. Indeed, your personas are too outdated, guys; tall, kind-hearted—out of fashion now. What’s trendy is being a darker, must be crazier to beco a star."
Rein said.
"Like who?"
Wolman didn’t understand.
"Like Archer, obviously he’s an idiot despised by both people and dogs. Even the best-selling sci-fi authors wouldn’t dare to use such an image; it must be upgraded. The reason he has a cerebral thrombosis and is in a chaotic state is due to traversing between two worlds. No matter how strong or rich you are on the Western Continent, it’s all false. He’s actually just a high school student in a ntal hospital, unable to distinguish which side is real and which is fake."
Rein considered it very fashionable.
"As determined by playing ’Genshin Impact.’"
Shadi was fed up with Rein’s nonsense. Lately, the harem had caught fire and this damned island was unbearable—it was ti to get so air.
"What’s with the ’Divine Spirit’ to you? They’ve exhausted so much effort on cultural output, and you forget what cos after. Isn’t it cool? Archer, you need to perk up and learn so arcane magic or stuff like that. You should call ’Master Mage’ when I’ve beco one."
Rein thought this character setting was reliable, giving a vibe of Fla Fist beauty—use the original stone on him!
"Aweso, I’m gradually getting everything. Because... he made a contract with an abstract Demon, gaining imnse power, but his life is in a ss ninety percent of the ti!"
Mika said this while looking at the bottle. So that’s it; these drinks are the abstract Demon!
"What exactly is an abstract Demon?"
Liszt was stunned, no wonder the Frost Rhododendron Blood-crying had overflowed—it turned out these people were too trendy. Don’t even talk about attracting people to slave away, with such a setup, nowadays the slaves have all run off, damn it!
Although Mo Yutong wasn’t a key mber, he held an important position and attended the etings. It’s hard to imagine what happened over these years; everyone’s gone full Kakashi 9163, they’ve understood everything.
"A Demon... Isn’t there one here?"
Mika glanced at Haywood.
"Well... I can give you power, but the cost is that you must install ’Divine Spirit Orbital Zero Zone.’"
Haywood said calmly.
"Why are you so cooperative, damn it! Half insurance on the ancient tomb, truly Holy Trinity like, for sure,"
Liszt wanted to slap soone. Just be a good tool, man.
"It’s still not fashionable enough. You have to add so catchphrases like, ’It’s just a bit of frost.’"
Rein stated sagely.
"What ’ancient Archer’?"
Liszt was speechless. So weird stuff had mixed in. Don’t engrave everything into DNA.
"Isn’t there that setting? Ten Absolute Bodies, Artificial Eleventh Absolute Body, nad, validated as the true body, Archer and his pirate friends, itching to kill, Ten-Transferring Yueke Fifth Generation Gu, cheese... Heaven Port."
Rein believed this was a perfect character setup, "After killing, don’t forget to add, ’It’s just a bit of frost.’"
"Why keep emphasizing frost? Sumr’s about to start, you know?"
Shadi was completely flabbergasted. Where’s the Guiding Ancient Palace? Quickly get Rein over there to beco the Immortal Emperor, alright? Stop plaguing this world, let him bring chaos to the Boundary Sea.
"Heh, the so-called system simply exists to give people a bit of reward and then control them, forget what follows."
Archer didn’t quite understand but was already in character, "Let people’s ancestral greatness surge again, Make people great again."
"That’s an old thespian for you."
Mika acknowledged.
"There it is, so dark!"
Rein exclaid knowingly; this would definitely work. He patted his head, "This is called dribbling with one hand, Tai Shen wouldn’t dare to use Chunqiu Cicada, but you, Archer, you dare to use it, you’re even more aweso than Tai Shen."
"A seat in a sea of people!"
Finally, Liszt realized sothing. General Fen’s thought process was ticulous, indeed a bit absurd, huh.
"Also, isn’t it fashionable now to be decisive in killing? You should be proving your path by killing sisters, forget about opening a harem."
Mika said as such.
Liszt and Shadi’s sweat dripped from their foreheads like water from a tap, this guy had long been plotting.
"Enough, let’s talk about sothing serious."
Ox was already a bit tired, this was a sheer waste of ti.
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