Super Mothership
"Advanced Derivative Ability of Mental Communication... Mental Interference.
Skill Effect: Influences the mental state of a living being.
Under normal circumstances, it manifests as the use of a subject’s intense emotion, which is infinitely amplified through the principle of consciousness wave resonance. Clinically, it resembles the symptoms of a drug overdose...
Method of Activation: Consciousness wave tuning to 89.5 Hz...
Hmm... this derivative skill seems pretty awesome!" Third Brother was carefully studying the "Special Ability Manual" in his hands.
"Amplifying a strong emotion infinitely? Sounds like hypnosis. The effects really do resemble those of hallucinogens," Ermao analyzed.
"What's the use of something awesome? We haven’t even learned the basics of mental communication yet. This kind of advanced derivative skill is something we should just glance at for now.
Also, be very careful with the tasks assigned by the boss. Didn’t you see the note at the bottom?" First Brother reminded.
"A note? Uh... there is one! Let me see...
This skill lacks sufficient experimental data. Specific effects must be explored on your own. There may be unknown risks, and it has a certain probability of causing mental disorder in test subjects. Use with caution!
Uh... what’s with this font?" Ermao was stunned.
It was in the smallest size 8 font, 5-point weight, and had 90% transparency...
This is supposed to be a cautionary message?!
"Yep! That’s exactly our boss’s style... Looks like this skill is quite dangerous!" Third Brother wiped cold sweat from his forehead.
Fire, theft, and the boss—this manual is no joke! First Brother is wise, indeed!
"Speaking of which... how many more notes like this are hidden in the manual? Should we use a formatting brush or something?" Ermao suggested.
"Hmm! Good idea! Let’s change everything to extra-large font! Oh, and bold it too!" First Brother slapped his forehead.
However, as soon as they tried to make changes using their brain chips, a dialog box popped up in their minds:
‘Sorry, this manual is read-only…’
The three of them: "……"
From the moment Itō Makoto entered Chu Xiaoxiao’s direct line of sight, Nie Yun had already secretly used the skill Mental Interference on him.
When fighting the Immortal, the reason this skill hadn’t driven Nie Yun into frenzied hallucinations was because the skill requires prolonged guidance to stir the target’s most intense emotions.
In the midst of fierce battle, stirring Nie Yun’s strongest emotion… wouldn’t that just trigger a bloodthirst buff for the enemy?
The Immortal had also sensed that Nie Yun’s mental waves were very stable, with barely any openings to exploit. Thus, the effectiveness of this skill would’ve been minimal.
That’s why the Immortal used the more powerful lethal skill: Mental Shock as a trump card.
In contrast, this time the test subject, Itō-kun, was originally a well-trained and mentally resilient individual. However, the ecstasy of a successful gamble had left Itō Makoto completely thrilled!
That was the Ghost Captain’s prized treasure! It represented the ultimate secret of the Ghost Captain’s power!
His pride and greed caused intense emotional fluctuations—this small crack was all Nie Yun needed. Direct hit!
What happened next needs no further explanation—Itō was gradually led by Nie Yun, step by step, into the abyss...
Low Earth Orbit.
A silver bulge mysteriously appeared on a weather observation satellite 300 kilometers above the Earth's surface.
The flowing silver metal shifted and transformed—
A mechanical insect clone wearing a black trench coat slowly took shape!
“Next up... Show Time!”
Nie Yun’s lips curled into a cold smirk. He stretched out his right hand, and countless satellite components began to click and clatter as they shifted and combined.
Before long, an ultra-long sniper rifle—a full five meters in length—materialized in his grasp.
"Click!"
The futuristic, all-metal silver rifle was mounted onto the satellite’s frame, its barrel aimed straight at Earth.
“Target One: Skull King,” Nie Yun whispered, pressing his right eye to the sniper scope.
This wasn’t a conventional optical scope, of course—it was directly linked to Nie Yun’s global monitoring system.
Through large-aperture telescopes mounted on several spy satellites, it could provide ultra-high-resolution synchronized imagery.
10x... 50x... 100x... 1000x zoom...
The view in Nie Yun’s scope kept enlarging: mountains, cities, buildings...
Finally, the image settled on a middle-aged man with Eastern European features.
The sniper scope’s crosshairs locked onto the man’s forehead.
“Target confirmed. Bye-bye.”
A dazzling red beam burst from the gun’s muzzle and shot through Earth’s atmosphere in an instant!
From a low-orbit satellite 300 kilometers above ground, at the speed of light (300,000 km/s), the beam reached Earth in only... 0.001 seconds!
The “Skull King” wasn’t a person’s name, but the codename for the leader of an organization—
The Skull Society, a world-class assassin syndicate!
Originating from Eastern European assassin clans, the Skull Society evolved over centuries into a massive killer-for-hire network with global reach.
The more unstable a country, the more active the Skull Society’s presence.
They were utterly fearless—for the right price, no mission was too dangerous.
It’s even rumored that their agents played a role in the assassination of Abraham Lincoln.
The organization is tightly structured, with assassins stationed all over the globe and dozens of killer-training bases.
Through high-paying assassination contracts, they amassed vast resources for continued growth.
Skull Society Secret Headquarters
In a stunningly beautiful garden, an Eastern European man carefully trimmed the branches of a rare rose with a pair of scissors.
He was a burly man with a rugged face and a thick skull-shaped necklace around his neck.
The image of such a fierce man delicately tending roses was almost absurd—like a tiger tiptoeing through a spring meadow.
Despite being a top-tier assassin, the Skull King had an unusual hobby: he loved gardening.
But those who knew him understood—he only pruned flowers personally when he was feeling anxious.
At that moment, the Skull King’s brows were furrowed—he was clearly unsettled.
Ever since the Ghost Captain’s Contract and the sudden emergence of the Earth Defense Force, visible military conflicts between nations had sharply declined.
This directly caused a drastic drop in the Skull Society’s business volume.
So when the troubled Skull King received an invitation to a high-stakes, world-shaking gamble, he accepted without hesitation.
Most of the weapons and ammunition required for this colossal wager were handled by the Skull Society.
They avoided the internet, left no trace, and transported everything slowly and carefully, like ants moving a mountain.
They invested enormous effort, manpower, and took extreme measures to shield all electronics.
It took nearly a month to quietly move all the materials near the operation site.
Afterward, every participant was secretly executed to eliminate any loose ends that could come back to haunt them.
It could be said that the operation’s secrecy was nearly flawless.
The Skull Society had played to its strengths—but even so, the Skull King remained uneasy.
After all... they were dealing with the godlike Ghost Captain!
“Lord Skull King! Our informant just sent the agreed-upon signal—the operation was a success!”
A subordinate burst in, panting with excitement.
“What? Really?!”
The Skull King stood up in exhilaration, grabbing the subordinate by the collar as he pressed him for confirmation.
“It’s true, it’s true!”
The subordinate’s face was equally ecstatic.
“Excellent! That’s wonderful! Hahahahaha…”
The Skull King burst into wild laughter.
Just then, a red beam as thick as a barrel descended from the sky!
“Zzzzzap!”
Under the subordinate’s stunned gaze, the Skull King was enveloped in a crimson glow.
In mere moments, his flesh and skin dissolved, and his body melted away like a candle—
In the blink of an eye, the Skull King had completely vaporized.
All that remained in his place was a charred, unrecognizable mass of blackened remains, still smoking and releasing an acrid stench.
The rare rose nearby also withered and shriveled under the scorching heat—like a life force extinguished…
All his ambitions, all his grand dreams—
Gone, turned to ash… in the space of a laugh.
TL Note- Press F for Skull King.....
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