Chapter 106 Deep-Sea Funeral, Leaving No One Alive
The bone-chilling seawater poured frantically into the mouths and noses of those pirates.
This group of Skinning Cult remnants, who usually killed without blinking, were now like stray dogs.
They swung their arms desperately.
Swimming for their lives toward the ghost ship deep within the thick mist.
"Swim fast! The further the better!"
A pirate leader roared amidst the waves, his voice trembling with unconcealable fear.
"That guy in the pajamas isn't human at all!"
"Even the commander was crushed by him like a bug. If we stay, there's only death!"
The waves rolled, pushing them further away.
Someone plucked up the courage to look back at the dilapidated frigate.
That youth, who was like a demon god, did not give chase.
He just stood quietly at the edge of the deck, his hands resting on the railing.
"He's not chasing us! We're safe!"
A lackey shouted in surprise, his face showing the euphoria of surviving a disaster.
However, just as his smile began to bloom, it froze completely on his face.
Because he saw.
Jiang Chen, on the deck, slowly raised his right hand.
Palm down, facing the turbulent black sea.
Gently, he pressed down.
[Ding! Large amount of non-recyclable trash detected attempting to escape.]
[Environmental Cleanup Mode activated.]
[Skill Activated: Nightmare Domain: Deep Sea Terror.]
[Effect: Injects Mental Energy into the water medium. Infinitely amplifies the target's deepest fears, causing them to drown in their own despair.]
Buzz!
A purple ripple, invisible to the naked eye, shot from Jiang Chen's palm and instantly injected into the sea.
The grayish-blue seawater, originally churning from the storm.
At this moment, it turned into an ink-like pitch black at a speed visible to the naked eye!
This blackness, like ink dropped into water, instantly spread for several miles.
Enveloping all the pirates who were swimming for their lives.
"This... why has the water turned black?!"
The lackey who had just shouted "we're safe" suddenly felt his ankle tighten.
It felt as if something cold and slimy had grabbed him.
He looked down.
Beneath the pitch-black water, a pale, skinless bloody hand actually reached out!
That hand clamped tightly onto his ankle, dragging him toward the deep sea.
"Ah! What is this! Get away!"
He screamed in terror, desperately trying to kick with his other foot.
But this was only the beginning of the nightmare.
The surrounding seawater began to boil.
Countless mangled faces with their skin peeled off emerged from the black water.
These were all innocent people he had once cruelly murdered and skinned!
"Give me back my skin..."
"I'm so cold... give me your skin..."
Piercing ghostly wails exploded directly in his mind.
"No! Don't come over! You're all dead!"
The lackey was scared out of his wits, his hands flailing wildly in the air.
Under extreme fear, he developed severe hallucinations.
He felt those bloody hands had already climbed onto his neck and were squeezing his throat hard.
To pry those "ghostly hands" off.
He actually used his own hands to throttle his own neck!
"Let... let me go..."
His eyes rolled back, and his tongue stuck out long.
Because he used too much force, his fingernails even dug into his own flesh, and blood flowed freely.
Just like that, in full view of everyone.
This pirate literally strangled himself to death!
The corpse floated on the black sea, hands still tightly clutching its own neck, looking extremely horrific.
This was not an isolated case.
Across the entire sea, the same tragedy was unfolding everywhere.
Some saw massive Deep-sea Krakens and screamed with their mouths wide open.
As a result, the cold seawater instantly filled their lungs, and they drowned immediately.
Some saw the torture instruments they feared most.
To escape that pain, they actually drew the daggers from their waists and frantically stabbed their own hearts.
Some even felt the surrounding water had turned into strong acid.
While screaming "it's so hot," they frantically tore at their own flesh.
A horrific deep-sea funeral was silently taking place in this area of the sea.
No flashing blades, no True Qi collisions.
Jiang Chen didn't even let a single drop of blood touch his hands.
He simply used the cruelest method to make them die within their deepest fears.
In just three minutes.
Not a single living soul remained on the sea.
Dozens of corpses with hideous expressions and various states of death rose and fell with the waves.
Their eyes were all wide open, retaining the extreme terror of their final moments.
Jiang Chen slowly withdrew his hand.
The ink-black seawater returned to its original grayish-blue once more.
It was as if the living hell from a moment ago was just a fleeting illusion.
But the sea full of floating corpses silently spoke of that youth's terror.
[Ding! Cleanup complete.]
[Obtained Battle Experience: 10,000 points.]
[System Evaluation: To kill the person and condemn their heart—it is nothing more than this.]
Jiang Chen closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the sea breeze.
The air was still thick with the strong scent of blood.
This scent caused the two clusters of burning Nihility Black Flames in his eyes to gradually subside.
That reason-stripping "Demon God Berserk" state was finally lifted.
A wave of intense exhaustion surged into his heart like a tide.
He turned around and looked at the deck behind him.
The once luxurious frigate had now turned into a Shura Field.
There were ruins and severed limbs everywhere.
Jiang Chen's gaze swept across those familiar figures one by one.
Little Fatty Chen lay prone over ten meters away.
Both his legs were broken cleanly, twisted at bizarre angles.
Yet he still tightly gripped that chipped cleaver with his hands, which were worn to a bloody pulp.
Seeing Jiang Chen turn around, a smile that looked worse than crying appeared on Little Fatty Chen's pale face, which was contorted with pain.
"Brother Chen... you won..."
After saying this, his head slumped to the side, and he completely passed out.
Jiang Chen's heart twitched violently.
He turned his head to look the other way.
Su Qingyue leaned against the broken railing.
Her green martial attire had been dyed dark red with blood.
Her left hand—the hand of a pampered young lady that used to play the piano.
It was now mangled, with bone visible through the flesh, and it was even trembling slightly.
This was the tragic price she paid for catching a blade barehanded and forcibly burning her phoenix blood.
She hung her head, gasping for air, lacking even the strength to lift her eyelids.
At the door of the hibernation pod.
Iliya was curled up there.
That snow-white tail of hers, which Jiang Chen used to knead like a treasure.
It was now stepped on and mangled, its pure white fur mixed with dirt and blood—a pitiful sight.
Her small body was still shaking unconsciously, with dried tear tracks at the corners of her eyes.
Finally.
Jiang Chen's gaze fell upon the white figure lying in a pool of blood.
Mu Qingxue.
She lay there quietly, the blood beneath her forming a small puddle.
There was a horrific claw mark on her abdomen that had almost disemboweled her.
More lethally, because she had forcibly taken a Blood Burning Pill.
The Nine Yin Cold Poison inside her had completely spiraled out of control.
A thick layer of white frost was covering her entire body at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Her breathing was so faint it was almost inaudible, and her vital signs were rapidly declining.
[Warning: host's companion's vital signs are dropping rapidly!]
[System Tip: Posturing over. Please perform post-battle rescue immediately.]
[Any further delay and your exclusive air conditioner and automatic chef will be gone.]
Jiang Chen stood where he was.
The sea breeze blew against his thin pajamas.
He looked at the blood covering the floor, looking at these companions who had fought until they were almost at the Yellow Springs just to protect his sleep.
All along, he had felt like an outsider.
He just wanted to find a comfortable place to have a peaceful, quiet sleep.
He thought that as long as he was strong enough—as long as he killed whoever dared to disturb him—he could continue to live leisurely like this.
As it turned out.
He was wrong.
The more soundly he slept, the greater the pressure left on his companions.
The peaceful times he imagined were only possible because these people were carrying the burden for him.
Jiang Chen's fists slowly clenched.
His nails dug deep into his flesh, piercing his palms.
A trace of crimson blood dripped onto the deck.
The violence in his eyes completely faded away.
Replacing it.
Was a deep sense of guilt... the first time he had shown such an emotion since coming to this world.
He took heavy steps, treading through the blood on the floor, and walked to Mu Qingxue's side step by step.
Jiang Chen squatted down and took off his pajama jacket, which was still somewhat warm.
He gently draped it over Mu Qingxue's frost-covered body.
He reached out and grasped Mu Qingxue's bone-chilling hand.
Pure Yang Blood and Qi surged out without reservation, attempting to dispel the chill within her.
Seemingly feeling this warmth.
The unconscious Mu Qingxue's eyelashes fluttered slightly.
Su Qingyue also struggled to raise her head and look at Jiang Chen.
"Jiang Chen..." her voice was dry and hoarse, "Is it... all settled?"
"Yes, it's all settled."
Jiang Chen raised his head and looked around at the group.
He took a deep breath, his eyes reddening slightly.
"I'm sorry."
These three words were spoken softly, yet they carried the weight of a thousand catties.
Su Qingyue was stunned, forgetting even her pain.
That Sleep God, who was usually heartless and disregarded everyone, actually apologized?
Jiang Chen released Mu Qingxue's hand.
He slowly stood up and straightened his back.
The sea breeze blew back the stray hairs on his forehead, revealing eyes that were more determined than ever before.
He looked at the endless deep sea, his voice low but carrying a decisive finality.
"From now on, I won't sleep anymore."
"It's my turn to keep watch."