"Anzer World...Fantasy Domain..."

On the turbulent sea, Mu Cang, who looked like a void and illusion, chuckled softly, "I've finally arrived."

"but……"

He lowered his head slightly to look at his body, and said with a little dissatisfaction, "Tsk, now I am equivalent to a ghost, and I don't even have a substantial body.

Moreover, the energy level is too weak, and it is probably comparable to the indestructible Vajra. Well, I need the ‘meaning’ to grow.”

As he said that, Mu Cang slowly raised his head and looked at the big ship far away in front of him:

"Frustration, anxiety, sorrow... Yes, this surging and restless hatred is so powerful that it almost overflows.

But... they were all suppressed again. Is it because of my own cowardly heart? Haha, this is not good."

As he said that, Mu Cang's figure suddenly turned into a faint wind with a faint light, and with a whirlwind, it blew towards the trooping ship that was constantly shaking in the ups and downs.

call--

As the wind blows slowly, there are faint voices that reach the heart:

"Release your depression, don't hesitate, don't worry, open your heart and release the demon, let it roar, let it roar."

Kakaka!

Thunder flashed violently, and heavy rain poured down.

Often, it is the storm outside and the warm and quiet inside the cabin, which will make people feel more tired.

The soldiers on the troop transport ship at the end of the fleet were no exception.

They just waited for dinner to be delivered to eat and drink, and then they could climb onto the bed to rest.

However, the meal was not ready at this time, and the soldiers had to call their friends to gather in various cabins to chat and play cards.

While enjoying the tranquility before reaching the battlefield, I waited for the arrival of dinner.

Unlike the soldiers of the Sepulchre Legion who enjoyed the silence, the kitchen of the troop transport ship was brightly lit at this moment.

Because many chefs and chefs have been flooded with surging work and are so busy that they are not touching the ground.

They were to serve the meals of the numerous sailor crew members on the large ship, and dinners from thousands of soldiers.

It's really hard.

The sailors can eat it easily, but the soldiers must be sent to the front line of the Blood Sea to fight and must not be neglected.

So today the young chef in the big kitchen, who is the captain's son, is particularly irritable, and his originally handsome face is full of anxiety and anger.

He kept yelling and told the chefs to move quickly and not delay trouble.

The new chef apprentice was always clumsy because he was not familiar with work, so he was scolded so hard that he couldn't raise his head: "You are ugly and stupid, you are like a slug and you become a sperm!"

Turning back, the chef turned to the apprentice again, and a short and fat old man scolded angrily: "Look at this is your apprentice. If the oysters are not washed clean, they will be served on the table? Who will be responsible for the soldiers' stomachs when they are damaged? Are you responsible?!"

"I will teach him well. Don't be angry, don't be angry." The old man slapped awkwardly, turned his head and slapped the apprentice hard, shouting, "Why are you standing there while standing? You haven't gone to work yet!"

After scratching the back of his head, the apprentice showed an ugly smile to the cold chef and the angry master, he quickly ran to wash oysters.

After the chef got angry and walked away, the old man wiped the saliva from his face, walked to the apprentice and scolded angrily: "Can you stop making trouble for me every few days? Are you stupid? Can you use snacks, can you do it?!"

The apprentice just lowered his head dullly: "Yes, yes, yes, I must be careful, I will not be careless in the future."

"I'll say these nonsense. If your uncle hadn't entrust me to me, who would have been in charge of you, I would have told you to get out of here."

“Yes, you’re right.”

The old man shook his head and walked away quickly, continuing to work hard on his own affairs and no longer cared about him.

The apprentice sat on the shabby stool and lowered his head and washed oysters one by one in a large iron basin, unable to see the expression clearly.

At this time, the chef inspected and walked up to him and sneered coldly: "Do work hard on the slug, and you will dare to be so careless next time, hum!"

After saying that, he swaggered through the busy crowd and left the big kitchen.

"well--"

After a sigh, the apprentice continued to endure the smell and work hard.

While busy, a sound that seemed almost far came into his ears.

As soon as this sound came into my ears, I ignored the apprentice's layers of psychological defenses and went straight to the deepest part of consciousness, thinking and mind.

The voice said:

"You are ordinary, thin, short, slow to react, both parents die, and have nothing. You can't be interested in anything, and you dare not be interested in anything.

No one has cared about you for many years, and of course, no one has ever truly loved you, and you have no skill, and there is no place to make you proud.

You feel incompetent and depressed, so you keep yourself firmly closed, in a small world, and endlessly blame yourself and resent yourself."

This sound was magical, and it made the apprentice tremble all over from the first word.

He felt as if his whole body was completely seen through and was completely seen through, without a trace of secrets left.

"In the endless blame and resentment, that incompetent but powerless emotion that desires change and change lives continues to eat your self.

You are lonely and you can't see the hope of the future, nothing at all.

You feel that you will always be at the bottom of the valley and will never turn over, and there is no way out.

What’s even more sad is that you know clearly that your misfortune has nothing to do with others, and it’s purely because fate does not take care of you.

Even so, you are still jealous. You are jealous of why others have both parents, why others have handsome faces, why others can speak eloquently, and why others have a broad future.

You know this is not good, but what else do you have to do except jealousy? Oh, yes, you still have stubbornness, the stubbornness that you think you will definitely have something to do when you were born in this world, the stubbornness that you will not be so mediocre in your life, and the stubbornness that you will definitely meet the stubbornness that you love in your life.

What a pity, this useless stubbornness is the only support you rely on to survive in the world, the only dignity you have left, and the only pride you have."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! When I heard this, the apprentice's teeth were clenched, his eyes were straight, and a ray of fierce flashing light gradually appeared in his brown-gray eyes.

"I am anxious because of jealousy, I am sad because of anxiety, I am sad because of sorrow, I am lonely because of sadness, and I am painful because of loneliness."

The extremely demonic voice whispered quietly in the depths of his heart:

"So... you have nothing, why do you still have to worry, why do you still have to hesitate? Since you think the world owes you, then dig out the pain in your heart and smash it hard towards the source of the pain that brings you."

Hesit~

Amid the slight sound of water, the apprentice suddenly grabbed an unwashed oyster and broke the shell with his fingers.

Kacha!

The sharp edge of the carapace did not leave any trace on its fingers.

He took the alive oyster to his mouth, and sucked the silk slick in with his mouth, completely chewing the heavy fishy smell.

"You are jealous of the chef, you hate his insults to you. Since he calls you a slug, then you should use the power of the slug to take revenge on him."

The magical voice is gone.

The apprentice who was chewing and eating oysters suddenly cracked several dark holes on the surface of his exposed arms, legs and feet.

Then, a few slugs (slugs) as thick as thumbs dragged the turbid mucus and quickly crawled out of the hole and fell into a large iron basin.

Gulugulugulugulugulugulu!

As soon as the slugs entered the water, they quickly and greedily gnawed at the oysters, and could suck all their body fluids dry in just one bite.

So after a burst of water, all the oysters in the pot dried up and shrank, leaving no vitality.

These slugs are all blood-sucking poisonous insects.

Sizzle!

At this time, the apprentice suddenly kicked away Maza and stood up. Without notifying anyone, she left the kitchen on her own.

While walking, his lower eyes slowly turned red as he walked, until scarlet and bloody.

In those bloody eyes, there was a tyrannical malice.

At the same time, the demonic sound just now suddenly appeared in the hearts of hundreds of people in the entire ship.

These hundreds of people were also influenced by this voice, and their minds and thoughts quickly became chaotic and violent.

Ten minutes later.

Captain's indoor.

Captain Andrew sat comfortably on the lounge chair smoking a pipe.

He was fifty years old and had been in the industry for less than twenty years and had been a seafarer. He worked hard for decades and finally got into the position of captain of this big ship five years ago.

After running this last trip, the troops arranged by the Legion of the Holy Tribe can retire gloriously and go home to hold your grandson well.

"I hope there is no such thing as a basket." The old captain said to himself.

Just as he was imagining the future, the first mate suddenly pushed the door open with an anxious look.

The captain immediately looked slung and sat upright, and asked in a deep voice: "What, what happened?"

Hearing the boss' question, the first mate said, "Your son... died on the deck."

"What?!" The captain was dizzy and almost turned off the chair.
To be continued...