Chapter 1 Scent of Wax

Inside the pitch-black cabin, there was a scent of burnt wax.

The thick bulkheads provided excellent soundproofing, likely because the original owner of the cabin had hung thick velvet cloths on the surrounding walls, making even the sound of the waves very faint.

Scarface Henry lay in the captain's cabin. Although the candle had mysteriously gone out, he had no intention of relighting it. For him, still tormented by a splitting headache, the dark and quiet environment was undoubtedly more comfortable. His temples throbbed violently. Pressing hard with his thumb would alleviate it somewhat, but the muscles in his arm would protest vehemently with tearing pain.

"If this were ten years ago, I wouldn't be in such a sorry state! Fortunately… I'll be back on the Bell and Goblet soon."

Scarface Henry caressed the silver rapier he held, already drawn from its scabbard. Even in the darkness, the surface of the rapier rippled with silvery light! It was the personal sword Armand had given him before his departure.

Just then, the cabin door burst open! A shadowy figure, carrying the scent of fresh sea air, rushed in, breathing heavily. The heavy breathing wasn't from exhaustion, but from an indescribable tension and panic.

"Sir, Mr. Henry! There's a mutiny on board. They killed Carter and sent me to replace your bandages with ones poisoned. The entire ship is our enemy. All they want is to kill you and divide the treasure."

Scarface Henry's eyes snapped open. Despite the pain, all the authority and murderous aura returned to the burly Viking in that instant. He leaped up with incredible agility and lowered his voice.

"How many are there, Charlie?"

The one who slipped in was Fang Senyan's servant, Charlie. His voice was trembling.

"Six… six of them. The poison on the bandages will take effect in a quarter of an hour. Then they'll rush in!"

Scarface Henry pursed his lips, making him look particularly fierce. His voice was squeezed out between his teeth.

"Good, very good!"

It was unclear whether he thought Charlie had done well or if he was speaking sarcastically about Fang Senyan and the others. Scarface Henry paced restlessly in the cabin, his nostrils flaring.

"You've been drinking? Is there more?"

At this moment, alcohol could undoubtedly numb the pain and boost morale. Charlie must have drunk some to embolden himself to betray his master and the other pirates. Hearing Scarface Henry's question, he nodded quickly.

"Yes, yes, I drank some before I came. I even filled a whole pouch."

Scarface Henry snatched the wine pouch from Charlie's waist, tilted his head back, and squeezed it with one hand. A stream of dark red liquor shot straight into his mouth. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and soon he had drained the entire pouch. Several fierce red veins appeared in his eyeballs. Stimulated by the alcohol, Scarface Henry exhaled a long breath, looking quite comfortable. But after a few seconds, the comfortable expression turned into a ferocious one. He roared like a cornered beast and grabbed Charlie, shouting madly,

"You betrayed me too! You poisoned the wine!"

Charlie, though not small, was grabbed by the burly Viking and couldn't move, like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered. His face was filled with disbelief, and he screamed.

"I didn't! I didn't!! They said they were going to poison the bandages!"

At this moment, a monotonous clapping sound came from outside the cabin. A group of people filed in from the stairs. At the head was Fang Senyan, fully armed, followed by a group of fierce pirates, like a pack of hungry jackals. Fang Senyan looked at Charlie with a strange smile.

"Well done, my servant."

Charlie was stunned, while Scarface Henry's eyes were bloodshot. He was dizzy and felt pain everywhere in his head, stomach, and body. He exerted more force in his hand and strangled Charlie, snapping his neck! Then he threw him away. He crashed against the bulkhead with a thud and slid down like a broken sack, no longer moving. Only two lines of blood flowed from the corners of the dead Charlie's eyes, whether tears or blood!

Fang Senyan also received the Nightmare Imprint notification that "Your pirate servant Charlie has died," but he didn't care. In his plan, Charlie, a useless and disloyal character, had always been a pawn. It was enough to maximize his value at this moment. His life and death were not part of the plan. Fang Senyan and the pirates Watt and others behind him laughed wildly. Their laughter made the already agitated and frenzied Scarface Henry even more restless, and he faintly felt an extremely ominous premonition. He roared,

"What the hell are you laughing at, you damned fools?"

Fang Senyan looked at him with pity.

"Congratulations on killing the last loyal person on this ship with your own hands."

Hearing this, Scarface Henry's eyes became even more bloodshot, and he couldn't help but stagger back.

"Impossible! Impossible, he was clearly bringing poisoned wine to harm me!"

Fang Senyan shrugged and smiled contemptuously.

"Actually, Charlie's loyalty was written all over his face. We only used a little trick to make him think the originally harmless bandages were poisonous, while we secretly poisoned the wine and food he carried—it's actually very simple. If he really intended to harm you, why didn't he run away after you drank the wine?"

"If he really intended to harm you, why didn't he run away after you drank the wine?"

"If he really intended to harm you, why didn't he run away after you drank the wine?"

"If he really intended to harm you, why didn't he run away after you drank the wine?"

Fang Senyan's last sentence was like a sharp blade, ruthlessly piercing Scarface Henry's heart. He couldn't help but turn his head and look back, seeing Charlie's unclosed eyes and the blood tears on his cheeks. He felt a surge of resentment rushing through his heart, nowhere to vent it, almost bursting his body! He roared, with only one thought left in his mind: kill them! Kill all living things in front of him! Either destroy himself or destroy the whole world!

Fang Senyan's pupils constricted. An unexpected variable had appeared! The Nightmare Imprint gave a warning at this moment:

"Scarface Henry's nerves have been excessively stimulated! Ancient Viking bloodline activated!"

"Scarface Henry has entered a berserk state! He is not affected by pain, fear, and other abilities. He fights entirely on instinct. Damage taken is increased by 200%, and damage dealt to enemies is increased by 250%!"

The giant Scarface Henry roared like a beast and punched Fang Senyan straight in the face! The punch was powerful, giving the feeling of a fifty-ton truck ramming into him. Fang Senyan had won against Scarface Henry in arm wrestling at the bar when he first entered the world, so he had a certain psychological advantage, and he also punched out to meet him head-on. But as soon as they exchanged blows, he felt an indescribable force coming from the other side, making it difficult for him to breathe. Fang Senyan was blown away by Scarface Henry in one move. In the process of flying backward, he broke through the cabin door behind him. With a crisp crack, he rolled onto the deck with the door, looking battered and bleeding from the corner of his mouth when he stood up again.

"Damn…" Fang Senyan instantly understood the reason for being suppressed in strength. One should be the title, and the other is the equipment!

At this time, they were fighting at sea. Fang Senyan's title "Pirate Captain" could increase his own strength by +2 and his physique by +2. For Scarface Henry, the pirate first mate, he must have a more powerful title, bringing him a more powerful bonus. Secondly, he had competed with Scarface Henry in strength in a tavern last time—usually, when going to a casual place like a tavern with a large number of younger brothers, one would not be fully armed, which is the same reason why the number one killer in the real world would not carry a heavy sniper rifle case around.

Although he was at an absolute disadvantage as soon as they exchanged blows and was beaten badly, Fang Senyan had prepared for this beforehand. If Scarface Henry, like an angry lion, stepped out of the cabin door and chased after him, he would suddenly feel a blaze of fire in front of his eyes, as someone had thrown several torches in his face. He roared and waved the torches away, but a tremendous force slammed into his body, pushing him backward. Then, from his chest to his back, he felt a cool and scorching sensation, followed by a sharp pain that spread like a spider web all over his body!

At this time, the stunned Scarface Henry had just had time to look down and saw the fletching of an arrow deeply embedded in his flesh, still vibrating. The sharp arrowhead with flesh and blood protruded from his back, adding a bit of scarlet misery to the night!

This arrow was fired from the giant crossbow originally installed on the ship for naval warfare! This kind of giant crossbow could even penetrate thick planks, naturally able to inflict heavy damage on Scarface Henry. Fang Senyan and the others aimed the crossbow at the cabin door to give Scarface Henry a hard blow!