Chapter 145 - - 145 Muddy Water Touch Fish_1

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“It’s all the same.”

Duge burst into laughter, continuing to toss Gold Coins into the crowd.

The source of joy, when you spread happiness, there will inevitably be someone plunged into misfortune.

From the center of Herd Island to the dock, there was a long downhill slope.

The street was barely over four meters wide, and with vendors on both sides occupying some space, there was barely two meters left for walking.

The dozens of pirates chasing closely behind Duge were running at breakneck speed.

After Duge threw the coins—

Suddenly, the pirate running at the front tripped over a protruding stone and fell unexpectedly in the middle of the street.

Due to inertia, those behind him couldn’t stop in time, stepping on his body and tripping over him one after another.

Before long—

More than twenty pirates had rolled into a ball, completely blocking the road.

Most of the pirates chasing Duge were holding machetes in their hands.

When they fell, they swung their machetes wildly to maintain balance, inevitably striking those nearby.

Ouch!

Ouch!

Screams of pain joined together into a chorus…

At this moment—

The gingerbread vendor happened to catch up. He was extremely fast and had quick reflexes. When he saw the tangled heap of pirates, he was already prepared to dodge.

He had worked out the best route; he would rush past the side of the other vendors, then stepping on a stone next to him, leap forward three meters and he would jump over the group of foolish pirates.

But plans can’t keep up with changes.

In the moment he turned around—

A piece of melon rind, quite fortuitously, appeared under his foot.

His left foot, equally fortuitous, stepped on the melon rind, and with a fierce slip, he lost his balance and plunged headfirst into the pile of pirates.

Then—

His head was firmly clamped between the legs of some unknown pirate; the thick smell made him dizzy and almost knocked the breath out of him.

Being highly capable and strong, the gingerbread vendor arched powerfully upwards, tossing off the person on his back and was just about to catch a breath when—

Suddenly—

Boom!

A massive force struck his back, and just as he straightened his waist, he dove back into the pile.

His mouth, which had just opened to breathe fresh air and hadn’t closed yet, bit into something soft and squishy.

The taste of blood and fishy stench immediately flooded his mouth.

And the person bitten let out a hysterical scream.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

More impacts followed one after another, as more and more pirates crashed onto the pile.

The gingerbread vendor couldn’t get up no matter how much he tried.

In the cramped space where people were pushing and pressing against each other, he couldn’t spit out what was in his mouth.

He had already realized what he was biting.

Disgusting and helpless, unable to bite down hard, he was so frustrated he felt like crying.

This guy surely didn’t take a bath after finding his fun…

Truly as if haunted by a ghost.

He, a formidable expert ranked twenty-fourth, how had he come to fall because of a piece of melon rind? Such bad luck!

If I had known it would come to this, I would have taken a detour and blocked them at the docks…

He witnessed Duge scattering Gold Coins and didn’t realize it was the effect of a skill, assuming it was just a bunch of greedy folks fighting over money, causing this entire mishap!

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The gingerbread vendor finally struggled free from the tangle of pirates, only to find that Duge and his companions had vanished. By the time he made it to the docks, all he saw was a little sailboat speeding away, and pirates frantically rushing onto it.

Some pirate ships were hoisting their anchors, while others, puzzled by what had happened, were indifferent to the chaos at the dock.

“Damn it, you’re all dead.” The gingerbread vendor spat viciously to the side and couldn’t help but retch, before taking a few quick steps and boarding a pirate ship that had just raised its anchor. Facing a band of pirates on high alert, he grimaced, “I’m with Mahamadu. Chase down that boat ahead, I’ll give you plenty of Gold Coins, and find me a bottle of Rum while you’re at it, I need to rinse my mouth…”

“To hell with your Mahamadu, you’re clearly the gingerbread seller from outside the witch’s cabin. Guys, cut him down. Let’s go after the witch!” A pirate sneered and drew his firearm, firing a shot at the gingerbread vendor.

Bang!

Sparks flew.

The next second.

The pirate screamed in agony as his gun-holding hand fell to the ground. Then, a sword slashed his throat open, and blood gushed out. Clutching at his throat weakly, he collapsed to the ground.

“Now, I’m the captain of this ship. If anyone thinks otherwise, their fate will be the same as your’s.” The gingerbread vendor wielded his bloodstained cutlass, casting a cold glance over everyone, before his gaze fixed on the sailor raising the sails, “Continue your work. You, get me a bottle of Rum, now, immediately…”

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The little sailboat unfurled its sails and cast off the ropes tying it to the dock, ready to set sail quickly.

A large ship requires complicated preparations like weighing anchor and hoisting sails, so Duge quickly left his pursuers behind.

And fortunately, everyone emerged without a scratch.

“By the Sea God above, I can’t believe we actually managed to escape.” Barry adjusted the mast, looking back at the cursing pursuers on the shore, his face a mix of relief and heavy breaths, “Paul, you’re insane. I can hardly believe you dared to kidnap the witch from Herd Island and succeeded, it’s madness…”

“It’s precisely because no one would think we’d dare do such a thing that we succeeded,” Duge said with a proud smile.

He had just scattered a fortune and reaped a windfall of happiness value, which sent his attributes soaring.

It was only later that he ran out of Gold Coins.

Otherwise.

He would have scattered a pile of Gold Coins on Herd Island, not for any other reason but to spread joy to the world.

All the attributes bought with money were worth it.

And he was well-practiced in this maneuver.

After all, he bought all his attributes in the previous simulation.

Indeed, everything is negotiable, and trade is the most powerful keyword.

The increase in attribute values was trivial; what thrilled Duge was the awakening of his second skill in “Muddy Water Touch Fish”:

Muddy Water Touch Fish: In waters you’ve muddied, you are sure to reap the biggest benefits.

Perhaps this skill was born because he had muddied the waters of Herd Island, kidnapped its most crucial “fish,” and had even “touched” that fish…

Regardless, this skill seemed tailor-made for him!

It meant that as long as he kept stirring things up, he would gain more, like the Destiny Sea Map, the Golden Compass, the Sea God Scepter…

How else could he claim the largest share of the spoils?

The most critical point.

The advanced skill of the second keyword could carry over to the real world, a passive skill that didn’t need attributes to operate, which was the most advantageous.

Once he got out, if he stirred up the waters of the outside world, wouldn’t he also become the biggest beneficiary, the greatest beneficiary in the real world…

Tsk tsk!

Once again, it was proven.

Only by taking control of the initiative could one reap the greatest benefits.

To hell with being low-key, to hell with forbearance, that’s a coward’s choice; the strong lead the world.

“Bastard, do you realize what you’ve done? You’ll be hunted by everyone, my head must have been kicked by a donkey for agreeing to work with an idiot like you…” Marsha Hewitt leaned over the edge of the boat, retched a few times before regaining her composure, and then started cursing at Duge, “You stupid fool, you even threw all my Gold Coins away. I will surely be killed, no, everyone will be killed because of you…”

Duge cut the ropes binding her with his cutlass and flung them into the sea, laughing, “Marsha, don’t be so angry. You should know that even if you had refused to cooperate with me, I would have kidnapped you all the same.”

“You fool, you’ve not only cut my belt, you’ve thrown it into the sea…” The witch watched her belt slowly sinking in the water, her eyes widening in despair, “That belt contained the most potent healing potion and enough poison to kill 300 people.”

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