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Senor's body blurred again, then suddenly solidified. His attempt to enter the Mirror World was interrupted, and for a moment, he strangely lost his ability to mirror-flash.
On the other side, Jodeson's body suddenly blurred and became transparent, entering the Mirror World, then reappearing from the captain's cabin's bay window.
Leyton narrowed his eyes, watching this scene, then chuckled, "That Mystical Item of yours, the one that can change luck, is starting to backfire. It seems you used it earlier than I expected."
"Heh, indeed. The Rose School of Thought, indulging in desires, is a complete sitting duck in front of a Devil. It's easy to ignite the emotions and desires within you."
As he spoke, stars began to emerge, one after another, densely packed and dazzling.
These stars tightly surrounded Senor, casting down one brilliant ray after another, converging into a magnificent pillar of light.
Having been continuously cursed by Edwina and losing his ability to mirror-flash and speak, Senor was utterly unable to escape the area enveloped by the starlight.
He tried to make the deck beneath him suddenly turn black, becoming a muddy abyss from which a distorted, blood-red vine, covered in fangs and eyes, grew out.
This blood-red vine grew wildly upwards but was quickly dissolved, collapsing and dissipating under the starlight, taking the muddy abyss below with it, leaving no trace.
Immediately, deathly frost condensed, spreading wildly outwards, covering the deck, layer upon layer, and then covering Senor himself.
The next moment, this frost suddenly lost its support, rapidly melting under the starlight.
The unlucky Senor had his control over frost stolen again.
"Cough~ Cough! Cough!"
Then he started coughing, getting worse and worse, as if his lungs were about to be coughed out, and he couldn't even maintain his Beyonder ability to resist the starlight's erosion.
Leyton looked at Edwina beside him with a hint of surprise. She was holding a mirror in one hand and simulating the illusory, black flames of a Demoness with the other, burning the image of Senor on the mirror's surface.
Noticing Leyton's gaze, Edwina tilted her head slightly and said in a deep voice, "He seems to have caught a cold due to some rather unlucky reasons, which makes the curse I'm using more rapid and powerfully erode his body."
Leyton nodded slightly, unsurprised, "Before we encountered the Death Announcer, he had already used that Mystical Item, which is why he managed to avoid our gaze."
"Lucky people always gradually become blind, especially a Beyonder who is accustomed to indulging in desires..."
Edwina turned her gaze, looked deeply at Leyton, then pondered, "You seem to have expected this."
"Not quite expected, it's just a Prophet's intuition."
Leyton responded with a light chuckle.
The starlight surrounding Senor instantly condensed into a ball, physically compressing and dissolving his flesh and blood. In just a few breaths, The condensed starlight gradually disappeared, leaving only a translucent human-like Wraith on the deck, and a silver necklace with a pendant shaped like an ancient coin hanging from it, of the same color.
Everything on Senor's body, except for this Mystical Item and his portion of Beyonder characteristic, was dissolved and disintegrated by the starlight.
Leyton stepped forward and picked up the Wraith's Beyonder characteristic and the silver necklace that could temporarily make a person very lucky.
The necklace had a silver pendant shaped like an ancient coin hanging from it. Both sides of the pendant were covered in mysterious patterns and symbolic signs, and inscribed with an ancient hermes inscription:
"As lucky as you are now, so unlucky will you be later."
Narrowing his eyes, he summarized his thoughts on this Mystical Item:
"Luck is always conserved; one cannot overly crave luck that does not belong to them."
Perhaps, this was also a certain law of this Pathway.
He casually handed the translucent human-shaped Wraith characteristic and this Mystical Item to Edwina beside him:
"You keep these spoils of war for now. Next, I will go to Senor's Tree of Flesh and Blood to take possession of his property."
Edwina was meticulously smearing the surface of the strange mirror in her hand with her constantly bleeding palm.
Having finished all this, she finally relaxed and casually handed the blood-smeared mirror to her First Mate, Bru Walls, who was beside her.
She reached out and took the Wraith characteristic and the silver necklace, curiously glanced at the coin-shaped pendant hanging from it, and then paid it no more attention.
Then she turned to Leyton and said, "That ship has certain anti-divination properties. Although it can be confirmed to be in this sea area, finding it in the vast ocean won't be too easy. Do you have any special tracking methods?"
Leyton nodded slightly, reached out as if grasping something in mid-air, and then pulled a ball of yarn from the void—this was the "Ariadne's Thread" that could guide direction.
Leyton pinched a strand of the yarn ball, then let go of it. The yarn ball quickly rolled forward, disappearing into the Spirit World, as if drawn by an unknown attraction, rapidly rolling in one direction.
He turned his head to Edwina and said, "You should lead the Golden Dream away from this sea area first. I will deal with the Tree of Flesh and Blood. If you appear there, it will surely provoke retaliation from the Rose School of Thought later."
"No problem."
Edwina nodded gravely. Retaliation from the Rose School of Thought would undoubtedly be a powerful strike from a Demigod or even a Saint, which the Golden Dream could not withstand.
Crow Anu, with its glossy black feathers, received Leyton's signal and flew over from the side.
Its eyes glowed with a faint green light, devoid of any vitality, like the gaze of the dead, eerily scanning something on the deck.
Then it slightly opened its pointed beak, and with a chilling gust of wind, Senor's remaining spirit was swallowed into its belly, temporarily preserved.
Leyton nodded to it, and then his figure rapidly faded and disappeared on the spot.
In the Spirit World, he followed the direction guided by the "Ariadne's Thread," continuously advancing.
It didn't take long for the red ball of yarn to roll out of the Spirit World.
On a deck with a dark red hue, as if covered in an indelible layer of bloodstains, a bright red ball of yarn suddenly emerged from the Spirit World.
"Hey! Where did that yarn ball come from? Did one of you secretly hide a woman?"
A dark-skinned pirate, sitting against the ship's rail, saw the yarn ball rolling out of the Spirit World. He grinned and shouted loudly to his companions nearby.
The pirates on the surrounding deck were all drawn by his voice and looked over.
They saw the yarn ball still rolling on the deck, and behind it was a red thread left along its rolling path, extending all the way back...
The pirates' gazes followed the thread, and they saw a young man wearing a light brown trench coat and gold-rimmed glasses, holding the end of the thread casually in his hand.
"Who are you? How did you get on board?"
Exclamations and shouts rang out.
The pirates on the Tree of Flesh and Blood quickly became alert. They had no intention of surrounding Leyton; instead, they began to scatter and move away from him.
As members of the Blood Pirate Group led by the Admiral of Blood, they were not comparable to those ignorant fellows. Someone who could appear on the Tree of Flesh and Blood so silently was definitely a expert, whether an enemy or one of their own, they were not to be trifled with.
For the Rose School of Thought, who indulged in desires, the ordinary people on these pirate ships were merely toys to be played with at will.
And most ordinary pirates only joined the Blood Pirate Group to freely indulge themselves and for large sums of money; for them, there was no loyalty whatsoever.
The temperature on the deck suddenly dropped, and white frost even condensed on the ship's rail. Cold and transparent ice quickly spread across the deck...
Then a howling hurricane rose, carrying a biting chill that swept towards Leyton, and the moist air condensed into beautiful, dreamy snowflakes in mid-air.
"Zombie..."
Leyton murmured, not caring about the low temperature or the howling hurricane around him, he strolled freely on the deck.
Behind him, pure, illusory white feathers condensed, beautiful and pristine, like the wings of angels described in holy texts...
The next moment, Leyton's body suddenly tore open with dark cracks, and pools of liquid black shadows flowed out. These shadows constantly squirmed, curled, and stretched...
His flesh and blood also began to separate piece by piece, like constantly turning pages of a book. Eyes, one after another, scrambled out from the pages and from the dark shadows. They were cold, majestic, filled with madness, destruction, ominousness, disaster, and other auras.
The aura of madness rapidly spread. The howling hurricane in the air and the falling snowflakes suddenly vanished without a trace, leaving only the pirates howling in pain on the deck.
Some of them grew cold eyes on their bodies; others had cracks tear open as their flesh squirmed, with dark liquid flowing out; still others' bodies suddenly swelled, growing tufts of gray short hair, tearing open one terrifying, fanged maw after another...
Madness quickly spread throughout the entire Tree of Flesh and Blood. The pirates lost their minds, becoming uncontrollable and insane.
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