Chapter 60
"What is this?" Myerson frowned as he looked at the black liquid in front of him.
"To become a Ghostman, the first thing you need to do is to transform yourself into an Undead" Noah explained: "This bowl contains a special type of germs, it will place you in a near-death state, making it easier for you to transform yourself into an Undead. Don't worry, this transformation won't be too difficult"
"Understood" Myerson didn't have a choice, or rather, this was his choice.
After drinking the black liquid, he felt a burning sensation from his throat all the way to his stomach, making it hard to breathe, as if his internal organs were about to melt.
Noah then took out a dagger that gave off a golden luster and explained with a serious expression: "This is a ceremonial dagger, when a person is in a near-death state and pierces their heart with it, they will become an Undead, but without the help of any medicines, it will probably be very painful"
As the ceremonial dagger pierced his heart, Myerson felt as if the entire world had changed. If his previous world was filled with color, then right now, he felt nothing but deathly stillness, as if there was a barrier between him and the world itself.
"The so-called Undead are actually people who, through a special method, constantly keep a person in a near-death state where their soul is about to leave. At this point, the importance of the body would decrease, so there would be no fatal weakness"
"And the thing that sustains your body is the existence of my Lord on this ceremonial dagger" Noah carefully put the ceremonial dagger away, then prepared to transplant Chris's remnant soul into Myerson.
A living person's body couldn't contain two souls at the same time, so they would only contaminate each other. Either the master would be contaminated by the remnant soul and change his personality, or the remnant soul would devour the master's soul and take over his truesoul.
But after becoming an Undead, the two souls would instead be able to coexist in harmony under the influence of Negri's Soul Blood.
"Most Evil Spirits are muddle-headed and unable to exert their own power, which is why the Ghostmen were created" As Noah explained, his aura suddenly changed into an ominous one: "From now on, you will be the leader of the Ghostmen"
"Yes, Lord Negri!" sensing his current power, Myerson respectfully knelt down and said.
"Lord Noah said that the Ghostmen consisted of four people including myself. Aside from Cadiz Moreg and Connor Kenway, who else is there in the Ghostmen?"
"There is also an unreliable fellow"
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"Killer Jack, get to know him!" As dawn broke in Reya, a kind-looking man wearing a white robe was handing out flyers to the early morning merchants. If you ignored his words and the content of the flyers, you might even mistake him for a priest of the Church of Divine Grace.
"I keep feeling that wearing white robes doesn't suit me very well. Should I wear a black mask? Forget it, I'll just ignore him." Jack said doubtfully. Then, he handed the leaflet to an auntie who was selling food. "Big sister, Jack the Killer wants to know more about it."
"I can't read, and I don't need an assassin," the woman said.
"You don't understand, Big Sister." Jack held the flyer and said, "Hiring a killer doesn't discriminate between men and women, old and young. Maybe one day your son will die. At that time, you'll think of me."
"Trust me, Big Sister, women also need an assassin. One of my companions, Jack Hauss, managed to accomplish the feat of having countless women clamoring for an assassin" Jack said seriously: "You know Hauss, right? He's the animal that screeches all the time"
"Madman, get out of my way, don't stop me from doing business, or I'll call the enforcers" the auntie cursed.
"Hah, business isn't going to be easy" Jack put the flyer away and began to hand them out.
A sloppy middle-aged man with an awkward expression hesitated for a long time before he walked over and respectfully told Jack: "Sir Jack, big brother said that there's an important meeting and told me to inform you"
"Oh, it's Lil 'Bu. Go back and tell your big brother that I have something important to do right now, so I won't be attending this meeting" Jack half-heartedly replied.
"Sir Jack, my name is Brown, not Lil 'Bu" The sloppy middle-aged man tried to explain himself without much confidence: "And this meeting, it's really important, big brother said that you must attend no matter what"
"Oh, I see. Now it's time for me to make an official appearance. Then I'll leave the task of handing out the leaflets to you. Don't be lazy, Little Bu." Jack handed the leaflets to Brown and said seriously.
"Right now, there are only the four of us as official members of the Ghostmen. Some of the other subordinates are pirates who used to follow me, and some are criminals who escaped to Reya" Cadiz Moreg sat on the side and introduced Jack to Myerson. He wasn't very impressed with this captain, but since he was chosen by Sir Negri, even if he had any complaints, he wouldn't dare to voice them.
"I've already sent someone to find Jack. He usually works as an assassin, so he should be here soon" Cadiz said.
"If it wasn't for some reason, I really wouldn't want to come" Jack, who was wearing a delicate white robe, walked among the piles of bones, his head still looking up.
"What's up there?" Myerson asked.
"No, I'm guarding against an axe that might suddenly appear on my head" Jack complained. "Logically speaking, as an assassin, that unspeakable name should've been given to me, why did they give it to a fatty? Could it be that I haven't learned how to sneak around?"
"Don't mind him, there might've been an accident when he was fusing with the co-soul, causing his soul to be in chaos. He often says things that I don't know, and does some strange things" Cadiz said helplessly.
At this time, Jack was standing next to the big fatty Connor Kenway, and said with a serious face: "Fatso, what do you think about using an axe? If it doesn't work, a hidden blade will do. The assassin business hasn't been doing well recently, so I'm planning to open a small shop to sell weapons. Do you want to order a batch? "
The five-meter tall Connor remained silent, not saying a word, completely ignoring Jack's words.
"Then this must be the captain. I'm the Ghostman King of Assassins, Jack. Please take care of me, before you receive your bento, I'll definitely listen to your orders" Jack had a sly smile on his face.
Although he didn't know what a white collar bento was, it was fine as long as he was willing to listen to orders. Myerson nodded and said softly: "Sir Negri has ordered us Ghostmen to take action, using the excuse of searching for Chris's accomplices, Smick Lancher, Luen Donner, and the others, to purge the other forces in Reystromia"
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