"These foolish gold coins can be used for alchemy, that deep sea blood coral is almost useless, it's cursed, and as for this ruby ghost ring, you've been fooled. It has no magic power. It's useless except for being pretty."

In the bamboo building at Turtle Island Pier, Constantine was squatting on a large pile of magical items that Mason and Kite Man had brought back from Barbosa's treasure trove, urgently needing an appraiser to sort them out. Mason was busy using enchanting techniques to process the newly acquired materials, fully focused on improving his crafting skills, so he entrusted the task to the mediocre sorcerer, Constantine.

However, Constantine's eyes were not perfect either.

"You fool, you don't even know what the real treasure is."

Catwoman picked up the ring that Constantine had thrown away with her whip, holding it in her hand and admiring it with a fascinated look. She then put on the gemstone ring the size of a pigeon egg and examined it. She already had various luxurious jewelry on her ten fingers, several strings of gemstone necklaces around her neck, and even two ladies' crowns of different sizes on her hair, like a moving jewelry display.

Selina was immersed in the double satisfaction of being a great thief and a woman, looking at the gorgeous jewelry on her hands and body with a dreamy expression. She said in a drawn-out voice, "These cuties remind me of the feeling when my admirers gave me various gifts. Although the light reflected by them is intoxicating, it's a bit regretful to think that they come from giving rather than earning them with one's own hands and sweat. Like all women, I love jewelry, but I actually enjoy the thrill and pleasure of collecting them by myself."

"That's easy!"

Constantine stood up and snapped his fingers with a cigarette in his mouth. Green fluorescence quickly surged out and covered Selina, and in the blink of an eye, all the jewelry on her body disappeared.

Catwoman glared at Constantine angrily, and the latter blew a smoke ring and said with a smirk, "I threw those jewelry that made you feel regretful all over the world. Now, Selina, you can enjoy the pleasure of finding those 'cuties' from a world full of zombies by yourself."

"Swish!"

Sujie's eagle unsheathed and flashed with a cold light, slashing towards the evil sorcerer who was grinning while being screamed at by Catwoman.

"Quiet! You're disturbing me from processing the materials."

Mason, who was busy at the workbench, turned around and shouted. As a young man who was determined to become an excellent full-time master, he had developed a habit of being very focused while working. He glanced at the angry Catwoman and comforted her, "Those jewels are gone, Selina. They were the most insignificant part of all the rewards we'll get. Jack and Angelina have already gone to contact the Royal Fleet emissary moored nearby. Pirate kings will also come to Turtle Island one after another. You will be in charge of contacting them next. From Barbosa's reaction, you can exchange our vaccine for anything you want in this world! I think as a jewelry thief, you should have some bigger aspirations, such as the Bright Mountain on the English King's crown..."

Mason shook his head and ignored Selina's frighteningly bright eyes, continuing to focus on processing the materials at hand. He held a high-quality magic ore with his left hand and melted it with magic fire, reminding, "Don't forget, we're here for a bigger goal.""Besides the list of necessary supplies that K Squad needs to collect, I can allow you to make additional requests to those buyers to satisfy your personal 'little hobbies.'

Anyway, negotiate the conditions with these forces as soon as possible, and then we will return to Gotham.

It's not easy to steal enough vaccines from under Batman's nose. This is a goal that can only be achieved with the sincere cooperation of K Squad.

In the first step of the harvest season, we need at least one million doses of vaccine.

This is the minimum requirement for the first phase of continuous exploration of the potential of this world."

"I'll prepare right away."

Catwoman eagerly took the long sword off Scarecrow's neck, leaving the bamboo building with the expectation of a harvest. The Black Mage sneered and opened the Devil's Box in the corner.

The curse coins piled up inside illuminated Constantine's eyes, and he turned to Mason and said, "We agreed before that these coins belong to me."

"No one is fighting you for them, but you don't need so many either."

The captain put the smelted magic metal aside for later use, and responded without looking up, "You can take 300 to strengthen your magic. If it's not enough, you can apply for more. The rest will be used to make some cursed bullets and weapons. These are very rare materials."

"300 should be enough, but Mason, the curse on these coins is troublesome. You may need some special skills to use them to make items."

Scarecrow picked up a cigarette and covered his fingers with magic to grab a handful of shiny gold coins, saying, "Their value lies in the curse attached to them. If this resentment is purified, then these coins will have no value."

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"Thank you for your reminder. I will figure it out."

Mason nodded and stopped talking. The Black Mage looked at the time and realized it was time for his happy drinking time.

He hummed a song and went out to the island's bar to hang out, hoping to meet a melancholic lady with a complicated past in that medieval-style tavern again today, so that he could have a chance to comfort her soul and body.

Constantine was very good at pleasing himself. He never missed any possible romantic encounters. He learned magic by relying on his talent for being fed by the gods, unlike Mason, who had to make things repeatedly to master more advanced skills.

There was only Mason left in the bamboo building, but the young man enjoyed it.

He hummed a lively local ballad, opened Old K's alchemy book in front of him, lit the magic crucible with magic fire, and then added enchanted materials to it skillfully according to the guidance in the book.

Today, he planned to try making a downgraded version of the advanced vitality potion "Brown Owl" that witchers used.

Mainly because he didn't have enough time lately and had almost not slept, he would drink a bottle of energy potion when he was tired. Drinking too much in a short period of time seemed to have caused him some kind of "drug resistance."

The effect of low-level vitality potions on Mason became worse and worse.

The best solution to this situation is to stop using the potion, restore normal work and rest, and the potion will work again after a period of time.

But Mason didn't want to waste time.

He had too many things to do now, so in the face of the gradually diminishing effect of low-level potions, he chose a simpler and more rude way to suppress his "drug resistance" with high-level potions.

And after unlocking the talent of "Eagle Eye and Quick Hands," Mason rarely made mistakes in the alchemy process. Now that he has obtained enough materials from Turtle Island, he thinks he can challenge the high difficulty.

Everything went smoothly.Under the blessing of the seemingly slowed-down super sensory, Mason watched as the yellow spider venom in the magic cauldron began to boil and emit a strange smell, nodding in satisfaction.

As he continued to stir with a special gold-plated rod, he picked up the enchanted horsewhip and threw it in, then bit off the cork of a bottle of high-proof rum from beside him.

He wasn't a heavy drinker.

But high-proof alcohol was one of the ingredients of this magical medicine. In fact, all demon hunters' medicines required alcohol, and the higher the alcohol content, the better. He didn't know if it was tradition or if those demon hunters just wanted to drink during the gaps between fighting monsters.

But at this moment, Mason inexplicably yawned, as if a sudden drowsiness had enveloped his mind. He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but he also heard the clear sound of seawater lapping in his ears.

He shook his head and tried to stay awake, pouring the high-proof alcohol into the boiling cauldron and increasing the intensity of the magic fire burning on his fingers by biting his lip.

But the drowsiness in his body grew stronger and stronger.

In just a dozen seconds, when the liquid in the cauldron turned into a thick, brownish-yellow substance, Mason couldn't hold on any longer and his head slumped onto the workbench with a thud.

He fell asleep almost instantly.

The speed of his sleep was unbelievable, but Mason's spirit inexplicably remained awake even after his body fell asleep.

He looked dazedly at himself sleeping soundly on the workbench, and even tried to reach out and wake up this mediocre alchemist.

"Hey! The potion is overcooked! You idiot! Wake up!"

He slapped his head, but his outstretched hand flashed past his head.

"You should know that you're in a lucid dream now, right? Mason Cooper, the mysterious exotic visitor."

A deep voice sounded behind Mason, making the young man turn around suddenly. Then he saw the door on the second floor of the bamboo building pushed open, and a tall, handsome black-haired pirate captain with a sword walked in.

He wore a gray-green pirate hat and a tattered cloak from his long voyage.

Two flintlock pistols were inserted into the leather belt around his waist, a standard pirate outfit, but Mason noticed the unique emblem on his belt.

It was a micro-carved badge of a ship entwined by octopus tentacles.

All pirates and sailors who had survived their first year in this sea knew it.

"The Flying Dutchman? The cursed ghost ship?"

Mason looked at the young man in front of him with surprise, who exuded an air of vicissitudes despite his youth. He blinked and said, "All pirates are saying that 'Sea Devil' Davy Jones is dead, so you're the new captain of that ghost ship, Will Turner? I heard you've been on that ship for over ten years?"

"Indeed."

The captain of the ghost ship bowed politely to Mason and even made a classic hat tip.

"Did you pull me into this dream? Why?"

Mason felt that this guy in front of him had no malice, and he couldn't effectively fight back in his dream, so he could only ask, and Mr. Will didn't waste any time to exchange pleasantries.

He used the power of the ghost ship to pull Mason into the dream for a reason.

"The Flying Dutchman is near Tortuga Island, but I can't go ashore, so I can only talk to you in this way, Mason."

Captain Will held his pirate sword and said, "I 'saw' how you left and re-entered this world by a magical means, sir. That's why I came to find you. I hope you can take my wife and son away and keep them away from this world that is destined to be destroyed forever."

"This request is not unexpected."

Mason nodded calmly and said:"I knew why you came when I guessed your identity, but the question is why? Will, can I call you Will?"

The Ghost Captain nodded, indicating for Mason to continue.

The young man organized his words and whispered, "Since you have been using the power of the Ghost Ship to observe me, you should know that today I gave Barbossa the medicine that can prevent the Black Death and cannibalism.

I won't hide it from you, Will. I can get a lot of this kind of medicine, even enough to distribute to every survivor left in the world.

With these medicines, although they cannot immediately rebuild civilization, after they are strong enough to resist the virus, they can try to recover the occupied continents bit by bit, relying on the ocean.

This process may last for decades or even hundreds of years, but I believe that one day, you can return to where you were born.

I think you already have hope.

So why do you still want me to permanently take your wife and child away from this world? This is not something a responsible husband and father would do.

You entrusted me with such a heavy responsibility without even knowing what kind of person I am. This either means you have been driven crazy by the curse of the Ghost Ship, or you are already very desperate."

Mason voiced his guesses and looked at the Ghost Captain in front of him, saying, "Do you know something, Will? Can you tell me?"

"I can't say."

Will shook his head and pointed to his heart, saying, "I have signed a contract with the Devil's Prison and the Sea God, walking at the intersection of the world of the living and the dead. This allows me to see things that ordinary people cannot see, and occasionally catch a glimpse of the silhouette of the future.

I can only tell you, Mason, that your medicine is amazing, but it cannot change the outcome of this world. Everything is predetermined. This sudden outbreak of the Black Death is just a sign of the end...

Even without it, this world would not live long."

The Ghost Captain paused and pointed to his and Mason's eyes. His tone was calm, as if he had already accepted everything. He said, "If you are lucky enough, Mason, you will see that scene with your own eyes. Then you will understand that struggling or submitting is meaningless.

The end is there. And it will come."

"Your tone is like that of a severely depressed and misanthropic lunatic!"

Mason hated the way this "riddler" spoke. He stared at the Ghost Captain and said in a heavier tone, "If you want me to take care of your wife and child properly, then you have to tell me the answer I want to know, Will! Don't use these poetic expressions to fool me.

You must tell me at least, who spread the zombie virus in this world?

You are a messenger walking between the human world and the Devil's Prison, observing this world. You must know the answer!

Tell me!"

Will Turner did not answer immediately. This cursed person who still maintained his human form in his dreams looked at Mason with a rather strange look, until the young man felt uncomfortable all over, Will took a step forward and grabbed Mason's left hand, pulling up his sleeve.

He looked at the tattoo on Mason's arm and then grabbed the Cat School badge hanging around Mason's neck.

Looking at this thing, Will whispered, "A person named 'Old K.' You and he are from the same force, and you have the same tattoo. I have also talked to him in my dreams, Mason. He refused my request."I once questioned him as you questioned me, and the answers I gave you earlier were the ones Old K had given me.

It's your organization that spreads poison in this world!

If I had a choice, I would have dragged you and your team to the bottom of the ocean and drowned you when you first entered this world, making you suffer the most painful torment in this world before miserably begging me to give you a quick death!"

The ghostly captain's cold fingers touched Mason's neck, causing the young man to shiver, but in the next instant, Will's tone suddenly changed.

He sighed with a deep sadness.

He said:

"Unfortunately, I have no choice. I can only beg you, as I begged Old K, to take away my beloved Elizabeth and Henry. In return, I can give you the wealth of the entire world!

But you need to make a decision quickly, Mason.

For every second you hesitate, the crawling apocalypse marches deeper into the abyss.

In fact, I knew what you wanted to do when you named that drug 'Hope.' You truly have a warm and kind heart, young man."

Captain Will patted Mason's shoulder and whispered:

"Thank you for everything you've done for us, but, it's already too late."