24: Chapter 24 Five-Star Ghost King!

Su Bai stood in the core area of the Netherworld World, looking at the remaining 628 points of Power Of Faith in his hand.

The Mushroom People world.

Five to eight thousand Mushroom People, a generation every three months, and born with a natural resistance to negative energy environments.

This was, so far, the most suitable race to become the Netherworld's vassal race.

But conquering that world would require even greater combat power.

The Ghost Bride was already at the third stage, while Sadako and the Slit-Mouthed Woman were both second stage. Adding the two hundred-plus Yin Soldiers, they might win in a head-on clash, but the losses would inevitably be heavy.

He needed a trump card.

A card that could crush everything.

Su Bai closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the world core.

[Current Power Of Faith: 628]

[Action Available: Create Species]

He sketched that figure in his mind.

Ghost King.

A Ghost King in the Netherworld was not something those wandering spirits and wild ghosts could compare to.

That was an existence that truly commanded the masses of ghosts, a powerhouse at the level of the Ten Great Yin Marshals, a sovereign who could make Ten Thousand Ghosts Submission.

The grayish-white Yin Qi began to churn violently.

It was unlike the gentleness when creating the Ghost Bride, unlike the eeriness when creating the Slit-Mouthed Woman, and unlike the tranquility when creating Sadako.

This time, the churning was tyrannical.

It was domineering.

It was filled with a sense of oppression.

The entire Netherworld World trembled. The grayish-white mist seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand, converging frantically in front of Su Bai. The Yin Qi swirled and compressed, condensing into a massive vortex.

In the center of the vortex, a figure was taking shape.

The Ghost Bride floated in mid-air, the smile on her face freezing.

She felt a sense of oppression like never before.

Sadako looked up, her long hair sliding to the sides to reveal her pale face. In those hollow eyes, a clear emotional ripple surfaced for the first time.

It was fear.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman's hand holding the scissors trembled slightly, and she subconsciously took a step back.

The two hundred-plus Yin Soldiers all prostrated themselves on the ground in unison.

The vortex finally dissipated.

A figure quietly suspended in mid-air.

He was a full two and a half meters tall, his physique as burly as an iron tower. He was clad in pitch-black battle armor engraved with eerie runes that flickered with a ghostly green light, as if living things were slowly squirming.

His face was a standard ghost face.

Green skin, fangs, crimson hair, and vertical pupils.

Those eyes were pure gold with slit pupils, exuding a cold majesty and endless killing intent.

A massive Ghost-Headed Saber hung at his waist. The hilt was a hideous ghost head, and the blade was as black as ink, as if it could swallow all light.

The Ghost King opened his eyes.

The golden vertical pupils swept across the entire Netherworld World.

The Ghost Bride's entire body stiffened, feeling as if her very soul was trembling.

Sadako lowered her head, her long hair covering her face once more, not daring to meet his gaze.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman knelt on one knee, placing the hand holding the scissors over her chest in a gesture of submission.

The two hundred-plus Yin Soldiers prostrated themselves even lower.

The Ghost King's gaze finally landed on Su Bai.

He slowly descended from the air and landed before Su Bai, kneeling on one knee.

"My Lord."

His voice was deep and resonant, carrying an unquestionable majesty, yet also revealing absolute loyalty.

Su Bai looked down at him, his information surfacing in his consciousness.

[Ghost King (Hero Unit)]

[Rank: First Stage]

[Grade: Five-Star]

[Skills: Ghost Kings Pressure (Active), Ten Thousand Ghosts Submission (Passive), Ghostly Qi Avatar (Active), Nether Slash (Active), Immortal and Indestructible (Passive)]

[Description: One of the Ten Great Yin Marshals of the Netherworld, a supreme existence commanding the masses of ghosts. Possesses absolute majesty and terrifying combat power, capable of making ten thousand ghosts submit and making living beings tremble. Five-star grade, infinite potential.]

Five-star.

Even if he was only at the first stage, Su Bai could feel the overwhelming pressure blowing against him.

That was a qualitative difference.

If the Ghost Bride, Sadako, and the Slit-Mouthed Woman were eerie assassins, eerie mages, or eerie curse masters...

Then the Ghost King was a true warrior.

A commander.

A sovereign.

Su Bai nodded with satisfaction.

"Rise."

The Ghost King stood up and quietly took his place at Su Bai's side, his golden vertical pupils scanning the entire Netherworld World as if inspecting his own territory.

The Ghost Bride cautiously floated over, hiding behind Su Bai and poking half her head out to peek at the Ghost King.

"My... My Lord, who is this big fellow? He's so scary..."

Su Bai took a step to the side, no longer blocking the Ghost Bride.

"From now on, you are comrades-in-arms."

The Ghost Bride shrunk her neck and muttered softly, "Comrades... I wouldn't dare fight with him..."

Sadako remained silent, but she had already raised her head, looking at the Ghost King's back through her long hair. In those hollow eyes, the fear gradually faded, replaced by a complex emotion.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman stood up, her hand holding the scissors no longer trembling. She looked at the Ghost King, remained silent for a few seconds, then nodded slightly as if in greeting.

The Ghost King glanced at her and likewise nodded slightly.

Considered a response.

Watching this scene, the corners of Su Bai's mouth curled up slightly.

Although the Ghost King was a five-star existence, he was only at the first stage after all and still needed to grow.

And the Fungal Realm was the best hunting ground.

He turned around, his gaze piercing through the barriers of the Netherworld World to land on the ghostly blue portal leading to the War Hall.

"Ghost King."

"Present."

"Take them and conquer a world."

The Ghost King knelt on one knee, his right hand clenched into a fist over his chest: "By your command."

...

Fungal Realm.

The grayish-brown sky hung low; there was no sun, no moon, only an eternal dim light falling from an unknown place.

The ground was grayish-white, covered in a thick layer of mycelium. Those mycelia spread out like a carpet, extending to the end of one's vision. Stepping on it felt soft and spongy, making a slight squelching sound, like treading on rotting meat.

A thick smell of mold permeated the air, mixed with the scent of decay and fermentation. Every breath felt like inhaling some kind of viscous liquid.

In the distance, massive mushroom forests rose from the ground.

Those mushrooms were dozens of meters high, with caps exceeding ten meters in diameter, like natural buildings. Some mushrooms were grayish-white, some were dark brown, and some were an eerie ghostly blue, emitting a faint fluorescence.

Beneath the mushroom forests, countless ruins were scattered.

Those were the former cities of the Mushroom People.

Houses built with mycelium and mushrooms had mostly collapsed by now, their broken walls covered in moldy fungal threads. Skeletons were piled in the streets—some belonged to Mushroom People, some to certain beasts, and many more were indistinguishable fragments.

Further away, a relatively intact mushroom city stood on the horizon.

That was the final gathering place of the Mushroom People.

Five to eight thousand Mushroom People were squeezed into that city, killing and devouring each other in hunger and madness.

At this moment, on the outskirts of the city.

A ghostly blue portal appeared out of thin air.

The Ghost King was the first to step out.

He suspended in mid-air, clad in pitch-black battle armor with the Ghost-Headed Saber at his waist, his golden vertical pupils coldly scanning this strange world.

Behind him, the Ghost Bride, Sadako, and the Slit-Mouthed Woman stepped out in sequence.

Further back were the two hundred-plus Yin Soldiers.

The Ghost Bride floated to the Ghost King's side, looking around curiously: "So this is the Mushroom People world? It stinks so much..."

Sadako stood quietly, her face covered by long hair, but those hollow eyes were already scanning everything around her through the strands.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman held her scissors, standing silently at the rear.

The Ghost King ignored the Ghost Bride's complaints.

He simply raised his hand.

[Ghost Kings Pressure] activated.