Chapter 788: Skeleton Attack
The representatives of the merchant guilds huddled in the corner, eyes wide open, mouths agape but unable to utter a sound.
What the hell was that?
Flames had just shot into the sky.
Before anyone could get a clearer look, waves surged violently, the ships rocked hard, and everyone was tossed into a heap.
Alchemist Vice President Stede saw everyone's expressions.
Clinging to the railing, he stood up with an excited shout, "Gold-Silver Island has angered the gods. This is a divine warning! The next one to be consumed by the fire dragon will be Gold-Silver Island!"
Everyone's faces turned even uglier.
Just then, the lookout at the mast shouted, "Gold-Silver Island's navy is approaching!"
Turning to look, a sea vessel flying Gold-Silver Island's flag was closing in.
Once within range, a booming voice carried over the waves, "Cocktail Island is currently testing weapons. Merchant guild ships, do not linger. Continue moving forward."
Gold-Silver Island is testing a new weapon?
That massive sound just now—was it a weapon?
So much for angering the gods. That was Gold-Silver Island's weapon.
Everyone turned to look at Stede, who stood there stunned, eyes darting away from the navy ship.
The ships steered clear of the area.
The merchant guild representatives gathered again to continue discussing cooperation with Gold-Silver Island.
As for Stede's proposal...
Forget it. He was probably hiding in some corner shaking in fear by now.
...…
Cocktail Island.
Wu Heng descended from the flying carpet and looked at the deep crater left on the ground.
The electromagnetic cannon's shell had once again penetrated deep into the earth.
Just now, three types of shells were tested—fire, poison gas, and lightning—all successfully produced their intended effects.
Overall, things looked quite promising.
It would all depend on the future usage scenarios.
"I still think the fire one looks the coolest."
Benny smiled. "The lightning one's good too. The poison one just looks bad, all green and gross."
Xiaoxiao agreed, "Yeah, poison is ugly."
Wu Heng ignored them, checked the site, then flew toward the navy's position on his flying carpet.
Together, they returned to Gold-Silver Island.
...…
Back at the island lord's residence.
Dinner was already prepared.
Minnie called out, "Master, come eat!"
Wu Heng sat at the dining table. Andviel softly asked, "Master, why didn't we see you this afternoon?"
"I went to test the engraved magic shells. Keep ordering more from the Dwarven magic arrow shop," Wu Heng instructed.
"Okay." Andviel nodded.
"Sister Viel is here, so all you know is work." Minnie scooped some shrimp and fed it to Wu Heng, then licked her fingers.
"Unlike you, lazing in air conditioning all day." Andviel rolled her eyes.
"Bad fox bullying again. Wait till Master punishes you tonight." Minnie pouted, feeding Wu Heng two more shrimp. "Master, eat more. Punish her tonight."
"Mm, together tonight." Wu Heng chuckled.
Minnie giggled and nodded. Andviel glanced shyly their way.
...…
After dinner.
The maids went out to train, and Wu Heng returned to his study.
Glenda floated a document over. "I've written it. See if it works."
Wu Heng took it—it was the medicine pamphlet.
The content was split into two parts: precautions, and Wu Heng's personal information and the original intention behind developing the pills.
It was simple, easier for ordinary people in this world to read.
Glenda's writing was strong—it read like a story.
"Well?" Glenda asked.
Wu Heng raised an eyebrow. "Really well-written. I like this line: 'Potions are no longer the privilege of nobles—they'll serve everyone.'"
Glenda smiled, "Really? Your perspective is just like a regular person's."
Wu Heng said, "If you were in my time, you'd make money writing novels."
Glenda shot him a look. "You planning on making me write books to support you now?"
"Can you? Support all three of us."
"Like hell! Are you a devil? I'm already like this and you still want me to support you!" Glenda snapped.
Wu Heng didn't joke further.
"The pamphlet's good as is. No changes needed."
"Great. Just arrange for printing." Glenda smiled and returned to her seat, pulling out a book to read.
Wu Heng stored the pamphlet in his space ring.
As night fell,
he left the study after saying goodbye and brought Minnie and Andviel to rest.
...…
Next day, after breakfast,
Wu Heng went directly to the Zombie World.
In the monitoring room, he observed the test subjects in every cell.
The first batch of animals had fully mutated, roaring and thrashing in their pens.
Each time a new virus was injected, several high-level skeletons were needed to hold them down.
After glancing at the regular pens, he turned to the corpse king's cell.
The corpse king had clearly grown even larger, like a crouching giant compared to the guarding skeletons nearby.
Knotted muscles and oversized insect wings made him appear grotesque.
He was probably over two meters tall now—almost three.
Really growing fast.
Wu Heng watched as a skeleton fed a corpse core to the corpse king.
The corpse king didn't resist, just opened his mouth and swallowed it, then remained crouched.
Tamed?
Or biding time to evolve and break free?
Beep beep~!
A car horn sounded from outside.
Wu Heng checked the monitor—Li Yanhong had arrived with her convoy.
He went downstairs, ordered skeletons to load the warehouse's pill materials into the trucks, and took Li Yanhong into the office.
After both sat down, Wu Heng handed her the pamphlet. "Get these printed. Include one in every pill box. The skeletons can do the work. Start up all the idle machines too."
This batch would last production for a while.
Li Yanhong glanced at it and tucked it away.
She added, "Qi Hancai and I discussed forming an investigation team to check all the bases."
Wu Heng had been thinking about this too.
As time passed, some survivors had started acting out.
Neither he nor Li Yanhong could manage everywhere, so an investigation—or inspection—team was necessary.
Wu Heng considered, then said, "I'll place skeletons across each site to record incidents and collect complaints. It'll also serve as a warning."
People are easily corrupted.
Left unchecked, anyone could lose their way.
And any survivor who lived this long had already seen zombies and blood—they weren't from peaceful times anymore.
"That's a good idea." Li Yanhong nodded.
"Tomorrow, have someone bring skeletons to the military factory. I also have a task for you to give Gao Rong."
"Okay, I'll arrange it tomorrow."
They talked until afternoon.
Li Yanhong left with several truckloads of materials. Wu Heng lingered a while, then returned to Gold-Silver Island.
...…
Radio Room.
Wu Heng picked up the radio and contacted Wen Mansa.
"Have those people approached you again lately?" Wu Heng asked.
Wen Mansa replied, "No, but that envoy is still in the city. I suspect he's here for another reason. Visiting the lord's manor probably wasn't about this issue."
Wu Heng also found it suspicious. "He's probably waiting for the second prince's next orders. Be careful."
"That guy can't beat us now." Wen Mansa sounded confident.
Wu Heng said sternly, "Exactly why he'll try shady tactics."
"I'll be careful. The skeletons you assigned are all in place—there won't be a problem," Wen Mansa said softly.
"Good."
"No news from the Kingdom of Ekow?" Wen Mansa asked.
"Nothing concrete. Give it a little more time."
Wen Mansa could only respond, "Alright."
Ending the call, Wu Heng returned to his study.
He sat there as the sky darkened.
Then he went to rest.
...…
Zombie World.
Military factory, under the blazing sun.
The investigation team arrived. Gao Rong gathered everyone for a meeting; the rest returned to their offices.
Gao Rong stayed behind to talk with Li Yanhong about the inspections.
In one office area—
"Is that skeleton Manager Gao mentioned really that scary? Can it actually record who slacks off?" someone asked.
Another laughed, "Those skeletons are stiff as hell. I bet it's just to scare us."
Step step step~!
As they talked, a skeleton in a suit walked up the stairs.
It stood rigidly in the corner, holding a small notebook, ready to take notes.
"It's really writing stuff down."
"No way. If skeletons were that smart, would we even need to sit here?"
One of them snatched the notebook and looked at the writing.
A bunch of unfamiliar symbols—it looked kind of like Middle Eastern script.
"Crap, it really wrote something."
Bang~!
The next moment, a fist slammed into his chest.
The man stumbled, couldn't catch his breath, and collapsed on his back.
Everyone jumped in shock, rushing over to help while glaring warily at the skeleton.
"What happened?"
Amid the chaos, Gao Rong and Li Yanhong arrived with a few others.
Someone shouted, "The skeleton hit someone!"