The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse-Chapter 563 - 462 Can It Be Interchanged

Chapter 563: Chapter 462, Can It Be Interchanged?

Chapter 563: Chapter 462, Can It Be Interchanged?

Wu Heng frowned, understanding the meaning behind the words.

In other words, after reaching level 18, to become a hero, one doesn’t only have to meet the experience requirements but also needs to fulfill the criterion of “Hero Shaping.”

One’s own prestige and influence.

Only by satisfying this, can one become a hero.

“Any type of influence is okay? But Occam is originally a pirate; he shouldn’t have much influence outside, right?” Wu Heng felt he hadn’t fully grasped the concept.

Prestige generally refers to positive recognition and respect.

A Pirate Leader, even if he has reached level 18, what kind of prestige could he have?

He could never become a hero in his lifetime.

Yet his subsequent plans seem to be aimed towards becoming a hero, indicating that there is hope for him to achieve it.

This differs slightly from what ‘Imilo’ said.

Imilo continued to explain, “Everyone chooses their own path; Occam chose the path of pirate prestige and influence.

If this operation at Gold and Silver Island succeeds, having killed the Chamber of Commerce members there, and holding the representatives of all large trading companies in the Emerald Sea hostage, do you think his prestige as the Pirate King will be low? Moreover, he’s collaborating with the Church of Divine Punishment because he values their followers.”

Wu Heng’s eyes narrowed slightly, a new perception dawning on him.

This so-called prestige and influence seemed somewhat akin to faith in religion.

Imilo carried on, “You must have read through the heroic tales of the Association’s outstanding members in the books that are distributed across various places. The Association spends a lot of money to distribute these books not just to propagate its philosophy but also to acquaint people everywhere with the achievements of the heroes in the stories.”

The Association’s books, along with tales of adventure, spread far and wide.

The stories of professionals from various places have always been motivational, inspiring tales for the youth.

Now it seems that these are also a means of the Association’s propaganda.

“Does the content of these stories also contribute to Hero Shaping?”

“Of course, it’s definitely not as effective as actually leaving behind deeds, but it still plays a role. With the Association’s presence everywhere, small contributions add up,” Imilo said with a gentle smile, “It’s too early for you to understand all this. Once you reach level 18, you will gradually come to know.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Wu Heng said.

Imilo then said, “With your abilities and talent, reaching level 18 will not be difficult. The human lifespan is limited; you need to seize the time.”

From an elf’s perspective, human lifespans are terrifyingly short.

Elves come of age at 100 years old, by which time humans are usually long dead.

Therefore, for humans with talent, it’s imperative to use time wisely to improve themselves.

“Thank you, Steward. I will work hard,” Wu Heng said.

Imilo nodded and then added, “Several Chambers of Commerce on the island have jointly nominated you to be the new Island Master. Are you aware of this?”

“Yesterday, I met Lady Shanaira, and she mentioned this matter to me. She said if it succeeds, they would grant a three-year tax relief to all the Chambers of Commerce,” Wu Heng said.

“Merchants pursue profit. Those who nominate you naturally expect some benefits; but whether or not the headquarters ultimately chooses you will depend on their decision.”

Wu Heng looked at him quizzically, “Steward, aren’t you going to be the Island Master? I feel like you’d be more suited for the position.”

Imilo laughed and shook his head, “That’s not the direction I wish to take.”

Uh…

Wu Heng was taken aback, suddenly feeling that his own pursuits were somewhat vulgar.

“I haven’t reached the level of Steward yet.”

Imilo sipped his tea, “Is there anything else?”

“That’s all.”

“In the next few days, you and Xi Ligui will take turns leading patrols to ensure the island’s safety.”

“Understood.”

…

Having left the Steward’s Office, Wu Heng headed towards his own study.

He entered the room.

Andre Willow was sitting at the desk, while Philippa stood beside her, babbling about her experiences as a pirate.

Seeing Wu Heng come in, Andre Willow smiled and said, “Master, the prop store only has three Organ Jars left; they said more will come only when the sea routes are open.”

As she spoke, three Organ Jars were brought out.

“That’s enough; we won’t even need so many,” Wu Heng said as he put the items away.

Philippa leaned in, “What do you need these for?”

“Don’t ask; you won’t be able to sleep at night,” Wu Heng pushed her away.

“What kind of response is that? I’ve seen it all when I was a captain.”

“Occam has had organs removed; they need to be preserved in a sealed environment.”

Philippa frowned, “You like collecting these? Necromancers are so frightening.”

“These are materials for rituals, you uncultured pirate.”

After saying that, Wu Heng walked out of his study and headed towards the morgue.

Philippa followed behind him, complaining that staying in the room was boring.

Arriving at the morgue, he properly preserved the removed organs and collected the body again.

Then, taking Philippa with him, he went to the port.

…

At that moment, the port was bustling with activity.

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Many residents maneuvered small boats with long poles and nets, cleaning garbage from the water.

In the beginning, it was mostly the Association’s people involved in the cleaning, but as one valuable item after another was salvaged,

more and more people joined the effort.

Even though Wu Heng had already arranged for skeletons to salvage once, most of the valuable items had already been taken away.

Still, there were plenty of good things to be found, such as gold coins nailed to broken planks, distorted devices, and severed fingers wearing gold rings.

With so many pirates dying here, the treasures they left behind were definitely not few.

“Vice-executive,” came the brisk approach of the captain of Squad Seven.

Wu Heng nodded and said directly, “Have someone salvage the pirate flags. The Steward said to tally our merits based on the pirate flags.”

“I’ll have someone collect the pirate flags immediately,” the squad captain said at once.

It wasn’t just Wu Heng, everyone was involved in this operation.

They would all be credited with merits.

“Mm, when the next squad takes over, tell them as well. Don’t end up in a fight without a way to prove their merits,” Wu Heng added.

“Understood, I’ll send word to every squad leader later on.”

“Alright, you’re busy then,” Wu Heng said, and he continued strolling around with Philippa nearby.

Lighthouse Street, which was normally bustling, was now scarcely populated.

Even though the pirates did not succeed, the area was still significantly affected.

Even the shops—few were open.

After the two of them took a walk and bought some daily necessities for her,

they returned to their residence together.

…

After having dinner,

the women went to the courtyard to kick the shuttlecock around.

Wu Heng returned to his study and released two ghosts.

One read books, while the other hugged a tablet, playing the built-in games.

Wu Heng poured himself a cup of tea, sat at the desk, and began to ponder the intelligence he had acquired that day.

First off, the one controlling the skull and speaking to himself was the Bishop of the Church of Divine Punishment.

If a Sect Guardian could block ‘Imilo,’ this Bishop must be of a higher level.

“I should have worn my cloak when I killed Occam.”

The cloak provided by the consortium could block most detection.

If he had known, he would have covered himself more, so the other party wouldn’t see his face.

But now it was too late for anything; he had already been seen.

“No, if he’s so powerful, why didn’t he act himself?”

If this Bishop had come personally, his side wouldn’t have been able to stop him.

“There must be some issue that prevented him from acting, or he couldn’t act overtly.”

“I will have to be careful of the Church of Divine Punishment in the future.”

The second point concerned the news about Hero Shaping.

To Wu Heng’s understanding, Hero Shaping was similar to the collection of faith. If people recognized your actions and deeds, you could increase your Hero Shaping.

“If experience points can be used across two worlds, then can Hero Shaping also be collected in the modern world?”

“If it really works, then becoming a hero shouldn’t be difficult for me.”

As his strength increased,

Zombie World was no longer as dangerous to him as it was at the beginning.

Even though large areas were still under zombie control, the number of survivors was certainly not small.

With safe havens providing food and supplies, getting some prestige from them for himself shouldn’t be too much to ask, right?

“Even without needing the association, I could become a hero.”

Tap tap tap~!

The sound of footsteps grew louder.

Wu Heng stepped out of the study as Lady Shanaira, dressed in a nightgown, descended from the rooftop.

“When are you going to fix that wall? I’m always worried about being seen.”

Wu Heng slung his arm around her shoulder, heading towards the bedroom, “Tomorrow, let’s put a door on the side, it’ll be more convenient too.”

“Mm,” Shanaira pondered for a moment, “I’ll arrange it, let’s make the door small.”

The two entered the bedroom.

They whispered sweet nothings into each other’s ears.

…

The following day, early in the morning,

after having breakfast, Andre Willow headed to the Chamber of Commerce, and Shanaira also returned to her own place.

Wu Heng yawned, just about to go upstairs to Zombie World.

Millicent had finished tidying up the dishes and came over, “My lord.”

“What is it?” asked Wu Heng.

“My lord, I want to take ‘Philippa’ back to Conch to live,” Millicent said with her head lowered.

“Not comfortable living here?”

Millicent immediately shook her head, “No, conditions here are very good, and my lord and the young ladies have taken great care of us; it’s just that I’d hate to give up the tavern we’ve worked so hard to build up.”