The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse-Chapter 460 - 377: You’re Not Fit to Be a Captain (One update today.)_2

Chapter 460: Chapter 377: You’re Not Fit to Be a Captain (One update today.)_2

Indeed, there was no record of the “Modern Ken Mansion Skill.”

“The Skill Book is fake? No, that can’t be right; it’s showing the name and description. It can’t be fake. Where could the problem be!”

He pondered in his heart.

He guessed two possibilities.

One was that his intermittent way of reading the book was not working.

The second possibility was that his attributes did not meet the requirements of the skill.

...

When he looked at the “Book of Necromancy,” it always mentioned the standards that must be met when learning and studying spells.

Now that he hadn’t unlocked the skill, he was starting to suspect this point.

“When I have time, I’ll try to read it through in one go.”

As the sky turned completely dark, Wu Heng put the book away again.

After a simple wash-up,

he went downstairs and tapped lightly on Andre Willow’s door.

The door opened, and Andre Willow, in her nightgown, stood at the doorway.

They locked eyes with each other.

Andre Willow immediately threw herself at him.

Wu Heng lifted her in his arms and walked toward the bed, kissing her all the while.

The little vixen clung to him, her cheeks flushed red and her bushy tail swinging swiftly.

…

The next day.

Wu Heng, wearing the “Illusion Veil,” stepped off the carriage.

He glanced at the bustling port and boarded a ship that had been prepared in advance.

Walking down to the deck, he found it full of skeletons.

“Shark Teeth, head out to sea on the ‘Sinana route’.”

Shark Teeth, along with several skeletons clad in armor, walked up to the deck.

The cargo ship slowly left the harbor,

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heading deep into the ocean.

The vessel cut through the waves.

Wu Heng walked around the ship, letting Shark Teeth continue to helm it,

while he rearranged the cargo ship to make it look more like a vessel that had been at sea for years, rather than one that had sat unused for a long time.

When the arrangement was nearly done, he went back on deck, took out a reclining chair, and started to reread the “Modern Ken Mansion Skill” from the beginning.

His goal was to finish it in one go today and verify his speculation.

…

The Iron Barrel Pirate Ship.

In a dim meeting room, an Illuminating Stone swayed above their heads.

Around an old wooden table scarred with knife marks, people gathered on either side, some sitting, some standing.

On the left side, a rough-skinned man wearing a red sailor hat spoke up directly, “Philippa, considering that you led us to escape from Gold and Silver Island, give up the captain’s position. We won’t make it difficult for a woman like you.”

Philippa retracted her foot from the edge of the table, locked eyes with the man opposite her, and said, “You remember that it was I who helped you escape. I thought you had forgotten it with the way you’ve been at loggerheads with me these past days!”

“You’re not fit to be a captain. You manage the Pirate Group as if it were a fishing boat,” the man retorted with a cold laugh.

His supporters also echoed behind him.

“It’s been a long time since the Pirate Group has seized any cargo.”

“We all go out to sea to eat our fill, but you’re just not cutting it.”

Philippa narrowed her eyes and surveyed the expressions of the people opposite her, along with the weapons at their waists.

The very day, these people came to usurp her power.

It would be so embarrassing for her if her Vice-executive had seen this.

She quickly ran through the worst-case scenario in her mind and continued, “Have I starved you, or have I paid you less each month to make you support him?”

The middle-aged man across from her smiled and said, “We’re pirates, and we’re still getting paid monthly. We’d rather be guards for the gang than take that money. Now, Philippa, you step down, or don’t blame the brothers if they aren’t gentle.”

Swish, swish, swish!

As his words fell, many sailors behind him drew their swords.

Philippa’s supporters, too, drew their weapons in unison,

cursing the others as traitors while preparing to fight for their lives.

The meeting room was in chaos, with just one person needing to take action for both sides to erupt in killing mayhem.

Philippa glanced at the tall figure beside her, the skeleton attendant left by Wu Heng for her protection.

Her mind raced as she took out a blank envelope and slapped it on the table.

Swearing loudly, she shouted, “Shut the hell up and listen. The next merchant fleet with cargo is coming soon, and only I know the location and route. Are you sure you want me out as captain and watch this batch of goods leave?”

The opposition hesitated, looking at the envelope and then at her.

“The last batch? How could there be another one so soon?” someone said.

Philippa cursed them for being fools, then continued, “If I don’t secure this cargo within two days, I’ll step down myself. But if we do get the cargo, and everyone makes a profit, it will prove my command isn’t a problem, and we’ll put this matter to rest.”

Everyone started discussing softly, their previous momentum to fight gone.

The man in the red hat spoke with a serious face, advising his people not to believe her, but clearly, more people were inclined to agree with her.

After all, it was just two days, and it wouldn’t have much impact.

Seeing that everyone was in agreement, the man with the red sailor hat coughed lightly and said, “Alright, Philippa, you said it yourself. We have two days, by the Sea God as our witness.”

“Fine, by the Sea God as our witness,” Philippa replied without hesitation.

The rest of the men also sheathed their weapons.

Philippa continued, “Everyone back to your stations. If anyone delays this operation, I will cut him open and feed him to the fish.”

The men nodded and quickly left the room.

Philippa returned to the captain’s quarters and sat in the chair, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

She looked at the radio and muttered, “You can’t delay this.”

…

Until the sky turned dark,

Wu Heng still looked at the Skill Book in his hands, without pause.

When he finished the last page, he listened attentively for a moment.

Still, all was quiet, without any notification.

“Damn it, this skill is toxic!”

Glenda floated nearby, also engrossed in a book. She turned to look at him and asked, “What’s the problem? You’re flipping through that book and getting all worked up!”