My Cell Prison
Chapter 1628 - 1626 Ghoul

Chapter 1628: Chapter 1626 Ghoul

The damaged ship sailed on the sea for seven days and seven nights.

Although the ship creaked constantly, and seawater continuously seeped into the cabins,

this ship, which should have long since sunk, remained afloat and maintained stability under the control of the drunken captain.

During this time,

Kongriff Newton stayed inside the sealed cabin, writing a manuscript representing the highest steam technology of the Holy City, ignoring the voyage’s conditions.

Han Dong spent most of his time immersed in meditation, deeply studying the "Brief History of Void."

He often asked the captain about their location, only to receive the response: "We should be arriving soon."

On the morning of the eighth day.

Upon waking from a dream, Han Dong felt a strange sensation,

noticing that his perception of the Deep Sea drastically weakened, despite being in a sea area. This implied that they had left the sea region governed by the ’Deep Sea.’

When he quickly went to the deck.

The surrounding sea area was shrouded in dense white mist.

The head candles thrown by the residents from "The Nameless City" had already drifted to the ship’s bow, serving as a ’guide.’

Soon, Han Dong smelled a scent he was extremely familiar with, too familiar! A scent he once smelled upon entering a manor, coming from the "Corpse Eater."

The scent here was even stronger; just smelling it felt like stepping into a tomb.

"Are we finally there?"

Amidst the mist,

a port illuminated by candlelight slowly emerged.

The port’s end and the shore were crowded with many ghouls, not to welcome foreign ships, but for another purpose.

They held tools similar to fishing rods, their eyes almost bulging from their sockets, staring intently at the approaching Fishman skulls.

Once within range, they were immediately fished ashore.

This even led to intense scrambling, with some even fighting each other.

"What is this?"

Sally explained briefly from the side:

"The docking fee... these ghouls belonging to M.O. can use the skulls and bodies of the dead to create ’Corpse Oil Candles’ to make ’Living Dead.’

The low-quality, diseased, or dysfunctional Living Dead are discarded or used as food,

while standard quality ones serve as laborers or servants,

and high-quality Living Dead can be traded or offered to M.O. to gain substantial rewards or blessings."

As she spoke, Sally pointed to one side of the port.

A ghoul was fishing for skulls,

accompanied by a Living Dead (Deep-sea Diver) with exposed brains embedded with gears and large screws,

similar to a Frankenstein.

"So anything related to corpses can be used as currency here?"

"Yes, mainly ’skulls’... conveniently, I have stored the skulls of my slain enemies in my body, enough for this trip’s expenses."

"That’s good."

When the ship docked at the pier,

clang! clang!

A ghoul in heavy shackles, thrice the size of a regular one, leapt onto the deck, nearly crushing the damaged ship.

With greenish jelly-like skin,

most protruding and huge bones served as armor covering the surface.

"Mature Body" Giant Ghoul Sheriff - Du Plague

"Your fare is quite generous,

but due to the current unusual circumstances, I must personally verify the identity of outsiders."

"This... this person is a Deep..." The drunken captain tried to explain Han Dong’s identity, but the ghoul grabbed his head, about to crush it with a little force.

"I didn’t ask for your answer, fallen Deep-sea Diver."

Seeing this scene,

Sally’s eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent,

she already looked down on these inferior ghouls, not expecting them to put on such airs before her.

As Sally was about to step forward, Han Dong stopped her with a hand.

If his mythic body and Black Goat identity were revealed, it would surely cause a commotion, alerting M.O. buried deep down about their arrival.

"I’ll handle it."

Han Dong approached the sheriff with a smile.

He removed his Crow Mask and, through imitation, revealed the field of the Deep Sea.

It was as if waves were washing over the ghoul’s body, who suddenly showed a surprised expression and whispered, "Progenitor body!"

"I am a messenger from the Deep Sea. These two are my friends. We’re here to travel the Zothique Continent, to gain knowledge and help construct the Mythical Puzzle."

Although Han Dong displayed his "Progenitor body" aura and identity,

the sheriff’s attitude barely changed, only tossing the poor captain aside.

"Messenger from the Deep Sea? Daring to seek opportunities here, quite unafraid of death.

And regardless of where you come from, the Skeleton Storage Place has issued a special announcement, requiring strict qualification checks on outsiders.

Let your two companions show their true forms."

At Han Dong’s signal through eye contact.

Sally and Mr. Newton stepped forward in succession.

This time, the sheriff opened his mouth full of sharp teeth... drip drip ~ with saliva dropping profusely, a seemingly infinitely extending tongue quickly stretched out,

its surface covered in dirty grave moss.

He seemed intent on confirming identities through ’licking.’

The twisting tongue first moved toward Sally... Seeing this female, a strong desire to breed arose in the sheriff.

drip drip ~

As the tongue neared the black-stockinged long legs, big drops of saliva flowed continuously.

Just as it was about to lick on... a powerful aura spread out, suffocating the sheriff, with an immediate sense he might be crushed by a Goat’s Hoof.

Fear of death instantly overwhelmed other desires.

This was Sally restraining her temper, limiting her level to Ancestor Return.

If she truly unleashed her Mythical Field here,

all ghouls in the port area would either be crushed completely,

or they would become pregnant and have their essence sucked dry by a fetus within seconds, breeding a monstrous creature directly controlled by Sally.

"Black... Black Goat’s Progeny!"

"Yes, she is my girlfriend."

Han Dong wrapped his arm around Sally, the affectionate ’title’ instantly quenching her anger.

The frightened sheriff steadied himself, directing his tongue towards Mr. Newton.

This time, nothing happened,

only cold metal blocks were licked by the tongue.

"Is this your mechanical minion?"

"Yes... During our wanderings, having an assistant helps a lot.

So, can we set foot on the Zothique Continent now?"

"Yes! Both of you are Ancestor Return beings,

since you’ve come to the Zothique Continent, we hope you’ll assist us with some matters. Do well, and you might earn blessings from My King."

"What matters?"

"An unknown dark current has flowed into Zothique, pervading every corner, even the Dead City under My King’s direct control - Zurbaha.

If you encounter any suspicious figures during your travels, eliminate them."

"Alright... We also plan to visit Zurbaha. Is there any efficient travel method?"

"Due to the dark current issue, both the ’Undead Train’ and ’Tomb Network’ are suspended.

We only have the ’Corpse Car’ operational. If you don’t mind squeezing with stinking fellows and their ’cargo.’"

"Take us to see it."

Under the sheriff’s guidance, they quickly reached an area resembling a ’transit hub.’

The so-called Corpse Car,

is a large bus stitched and assembled using the Living Dead.

Bones form the vehicle’s framework,

flesh filling the interior, providing a relatively comfortable ride,

seats crafted from the most elastic parts of the body,

the car isn’t fitted with tires, its base stitched with countless legs propelling it forward in a collective run, requiring only sufficient bio-energy replenishment.

"Let’s get on board... It seems quite interesting."