Chapter 279: 272, Jump down

No matter if it was his past life or this one, Charles experienced Fighting Spirit for the first time.

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However, it wasn’t the Knight’s Fighting Spirit of the Human Race, but the Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit of the Beast Tribe.

Bloody Glory belonged to the overall category of Fel Energy. Although close to Fighting Spirit, it was not Fighting Spirit, and when he converted Bloody Glory into the Asiluo Clan’s Stellar Battle Qi, it still wasn’t Fighting Spirit.

Blood Flame Qi…

Well! Blood Flame Qi is also part of Fel Energy, not Fighting Spirit.

But Charles Mecklen wasn’t so fixated. As long as he could become Transcendent, any type of path was acceptable, which is why he gave up studying Fighting Spirit during his college days to practice Bloody Glory instead.

Charles Huang Haisheng cared even less about what he practiced. In fact, he would have preferred to become a Dark Moon sorcerer, but since his predecessor had already created the character, he had no choice but to continue on the path of Bloody Glory towards Transcendence.

Charles stood proudly like a bear, radiating the glow of Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit, holding a murderous black iron club, and with a sweeping glance, the pirates along this stretch of the wall trembled with fear, not knowing who had the wit to suddenly shout, “Welcome, Lord Qian Nan, to take charge of our squad.”

Charles was very pleased with the fellow, calling out, “Does anyone object?”

With his recent killing of the monkey boss and the outbreak of Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit, clearly having advanced to Transcendent, how could these ordinary pirates dare to resist? They all believed that if someone now voiced disagreement, they would be adding supper for their new leader that evening.

Beastmen love to eat humans, a notion deeply ingrained in the pirates’ hearts as an innate trait of the beastmen.

Charles himself had not expected that without standing out in his original squad, he would become the leader in another.

Pirate society was inherently chaotic, with frequent private fights and deaths being common occurrences. For these ordinary pirates, considered fodder, even if they got a new leader, no one would care. Charles becoming the leader of a few dozen pirates didn’t elicit any reaction from the mid-tier of the Golden Goat Pirate Group, and the higher-ups were completely unaware.

With his recent experience, he quickly blended in with the slaves and pirates under his management, even promoting a dozen strong slaves to the rank of pirates, secretly teaching them the Beast God Shapeshifting Art – Hunchback Red Bear Warrior transformation, thereby greatly strengthening his squad’s capabilities.

The Beast God Shapeshifting Art was the trademark Secret Technique of the Orc Assassin Alliance, and the cat masks created through the Beast God Shapeshifting Art even served as an identity proof of an assassin hailing from the Orc Assassin Alliance.

Before Charles, no human had ever practiced it.

For a bear person to know the Secret Technique of the Orc Assassin Alliance was seamless.

Even though they were taught the Beast God Shapeshifting Art – Hunchback Red Bear Warrior transformation, it was unlikely that any of these slaves could ascend to Transcendent status, and even if one or two managed to do so through relentless effort, it would probably be a matter of years, or even decades later.

Charles’s intent wasn’t to cultivate Transcendents. He had two purposes: practicing the Beast God Shapeshifting Art could increase strength, just like how people on the Knight’s path could augment their physique through breathing techniques before ascending to knighthood.

At this time, Charles’s identity was that of a beastman, a young Hunchback Red Bear. This identity had its advantages, as beastmen would feel kinship towards him, but it also had its disadvantages, as humans would be wary of him—after all, beastmen didn’t have a good reputation among humans.

But for the slaves who received his teaching of the Beast God Shapeshifting Art – Hunchback Red Bear Warrior transformation, regardless of their origins, they naturally grew closer to him, experiencing a subtle sense of “kinship.”

Half a month had passed since Charles entered Saint Michael Island, not just stabilizing his footing, but also roughly grasping the city’s intelligence on this island.

Saint Michael City had a population close to one hundred thousand, which would be considered a large city even in the Old Continent. Keep in mind that the capital of the Behemoth Duchy, Mostar Fortress, was roughly this size, and the combined population of the top ten cities on Song Spirit Island might still be less than that of Saint Michael City.

However, the population of this island city consisted mostly of transient individuals, accompanying pirate ships and merchant vessels including pirates and black market traders, and slaves who had been sold here. The actual members of the Golden Goat Pirate Group numbered just over thirty thousand, with more than half of them being full-time pirates. The rest were low-rung pirates responsible for menial tasks; they had neither the qualifications to go out to sea nor the privilege to board the ships and, in some cases, they could even become part of the merchandise themselves.

For example, if some big shot had a craving for bear paw, the monkey boss dared to set his sights on Charles, sending people out to “hunt the bear for its paw.” However, with the monkey boss’s failed attempt at flattery, his death was just that, and there was no one to avenge him.

These menial-task pirates nominally belonged to the Golden Goat Pirate Group, but in reality, they were divided into more than a dozen groups, each led by a Transcendent-level boss.

Charles had killed the monkey boss and unleashed his Fighting Spirit, which had already caught the attention of many pirate group leaders. During this time, there were occasional hints suggesting he join a certain leader. These low-level pirate leaders, although they had advanced to the Transcendent level by chance, lacked vision and savvy, extending no “serious political promises” when trying to recruit; not even the promise of becoming a captain, leader, or deputy. Charles paid them no heed.

An excited pirate came running over, even calling out loudly, “Boss! Someone is willing to sell the thing you’re looking for, but the asking price is a bit steep.”

As a Bear Person, Charles obviously couldn’t use the martial techniques of the Vampires, as all Blood Clan techniques required various special abilities to drive them. Simple moves were of mediocre power, and he was looking to procure a bear-tribe weapon. On Saint Michael Island, there weren’t going to be any weapon shops, and since he couldn’t acquire his preferred meteor hammer, he thought of getting an iron chain.

What Saint Michael Island didn’t lack were ships, and naturally, the iron chains for anchors were in ample supply, though most vessels wouldn’t carry many chains. Charles had gone out to purchase a length of iron chain and had yet to succeed.

This pirate brought back good news, but Charles wasn’t particularly excited. He viewed this weapon as just a makeshift tool; it didn’t really matter whether he had it or not. He asked indifferently, “How much are they asking for?”

The pirate replied, “Five Gold Pounds!”

Charles cursed, “Tell them to go to hell! Even an Extraordinary Weapon isn’t that expensive. They want five Gold Pounds for a lousy iron chain? Are they robbing me?”

The messenger pirate was somewhat confused and answered, “This iron chain was stolen! They attacked a merchant ship, killed the crew, burned the ship, and after taking the treasures aboard, they realized halfway through that the anchor was a bit heavy. That’s when they discovered the anchor chain from the First Order merchant ship.”

“However, they are adamant about the price and refuse to lower it.”

“They also said that if there aren’t five Gold Pounds, they’d rather dump it into the sea than let us have it at a discount.”

Charles snorted and had no intention of buying the exorbitantly priced chain. He didn’t trust these pirates and believed that even if he was willing to pay the asking price, they would still hike it up on the spot. Besides, although he had earned a position as a small-time leader, where would he get the money? The monkey boss hadn’t dropped a single Gold Coin when he died, and all his money was in Machu Picchu; Charles simply couldn’t afford such an expensive weapon.

Charles said, “Let them throw it into the sea!”

“It’s just a piece of iron chain; the sea’s got plenty of that stuff.”

Charles saw a patrol team approaching from afar and quickly kicked away the small-time pirate in front of him. The patrolling pirates were genuine members of the Golden Goat Pirate Group and were full-time pirates, not to be trifled with by the menial-task pirates like them.

As the patrolling team approached, a middle-aged pirate glanced at Charles and asked, “Are you that Qian Nan?”

Charles replied with a naive smile, “Yes, that’s me. Do you have any orders, officer?”

The middle-aged pirate replied with a cold smile, gesturing towards the sea beneath the city walls, “Jump down!”

His fellow pirates burst into laughter, displaying mocking expressions, eager to see Charles make a fool of himself. This pirate, nicknamed Black Seahorse, enjoyed tormenting the menial-task pirates the most, and making someone jump into the sea was his habit. If anyone resisted the order, he would use the excuse of disobedience to inflict severe punishment. With over a hundred bottom-tier pirates having died by his hand, he was notorious throughout Saint Michael City.

When Charles heard the command, he showed no sign of resistance; he even mime a preparatory run-up but as he passed by the pirate Black Seahorse, he suddenly reached out, grabbed him, and they both jumped off the city wall together…

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