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Chapter 248 The Negative Ghost of the BUG

On the Bone Dock of the Shadow Isles, the battle instantly intensified.

The officers of the Tyrant Pirates stood firm like rocks in the surging tide of zombies, constantly tearing open breaches.

Sun Long's blade flashes like a meat grinder. Each "Lion's Song" or "Great Thousand Worlds" clears out an area. The shattered zombie remains wriggle in the shadows, but the speed at which they crawl out is significantly slower than his killing speed.

Xiao Ke's spear was like Death's roll call, his precise shots targeting the shimmering shadow core within the zombie's head, instantly turning the hit zombie into a truly lifeless object.

Xia Ling's frost froze the horde of zombies, turning them into ice sculptures, while Zhao Yan'er's flames continuously burned away the surging corpses, creating a cacophony of scorching stench and icy chill.

The casualties among the lower-ranking crew members were within a manageable range, and Qiao Ling'er's healing green light acted like a fountain of life, promptly healing her injured comrades. The Tyrant Feather Pirates' lines were solid, and they even began to steadily advance.

Inside the Bone Castle, Moya watched this scene through the Mirror of Darkness. The smug smile on his face gradually froze, replaced by a hint of annoyance and disbelief.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" He slammed his hand on the armrest made of bones, making a dull thud.

"The army we painstakingly assembled, using so much treasure and collected materials, was actually suppressed?! Ye Yu hasn't even made a move against them yet!"

Buck wiped the cold sweat from his brow: "Sir, the officers of the Tyrant Feather Pirates are indeed exceptionally strong and work together seamlessly. Moreover, they seem to have found the zombies' weakness..."

"Shut up!" Moya roared, interrupting him, a sinister glint in his eyes. "Looks like we'll have to bring out our 'ace' sooner rather than later. Rona!"

A figure emerged silently from the dense shadows behind Moya's throne. It was a young girl in a long black dress, her face as pale as paper, her eyes vacant, and she exuded an extremely unsettling aura that seemed to suck away all positive emotions. She was none other than Rona, Moya's most enigmatic combatant and a user of the Spirit-Spirit Fruit.

"Go." Moya pointed to the officers of the Tyrant Feather Pirates who were fighting fiercely in the Dark Mirror, especially the core members Xiao Ke, Xia Ling, Sun Long, and Zhao Yan'er.

"Use your abilities to quiet them down. I want to see them lying on the ground like rag dolls, completely demoralized!"

“Yes, Master.” Rona’s voice was flat and monotone, like a ghostly whisper. Her body instantly became translucent, passing through the castle walls like smoke, merging into the shadows outside, and silently drifting towards the battlefield.

Moya sneered confidently: "With the Shadow-Shadow Fruit and your subordinates possessing the Spirit-Spirit Fruit, capable of creating negative ghosts, these are two overpowered fruit abilities. Your Yu Pirates will be wiped out."

On the battlefield.

Xiao Ke was intently sniping the core of a monstrous zombie hidden behind a horde of zombies, constantly spitting venom. Suddenly, an indescribable chill pierced through his domineering defenses, striking deep into his soul. He felt as if all the strength in his body had been instantly drained, and countless sharp, vicious voices echoed in his mind:

"Who do you think you are, a sharpshooter? What good is accuracy if your teammates are still getting hurt? You can't protect anyone!"

"Look at you, standing here like an idiot, do you really think you're someone important?"

"Give up, lie down, living is so tiring, so troublesome..."

An unprecedented sense of frustration and self-doubt overwhelmed Xiao Ke like a tsunami. His hand gripping the gun trembled violently, his eyes instantly lost their light, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, clutching his head and groaning in pain: "I'm sorry... I'm so useless... I can't do anything right..."

Almost at the same time!

Sun Long, who was wielding his sword to slay zombies, suddenly froze. His proud swordsmanship and unwavering Bushido spirit seemed to have become a joke.

"What's the use of practicing swordsmanship? No matter how strong you are, you can't beat the captain's single finger!"

"Your persistence is a joke. Look at you, you're like a clown!"

“I’m tired, let’s destroy it…” “Ahhh!” Sun Long let out a low growl of collapse. The three knives clattered to the ground, and he collapsed to the ground as if his bones had been removed, curling up into a ball.

"I'm a... hopeless piece of trash..."

The flames around Zhao Yan'er instantly went out, and she stared blankly at her hands.

"Flames? Who could be burned to death by such a small flame? How laughable... In this world, almost every strong person can use fire. My Flame-Flame Fruit is a joke."

"What can you do besides cause trouble? Without a captain, you're nothing..."

"Living...it's so heavy..."

"Waaah..." Zhao Yan'er covered her face, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. She knelt on the ground, completely losing her will to fight.

Even the usually composed Xia Ling was invaded by that pervasive negativity; her icy power crumbled, and her eyes dimmed. *“Your ice can't stop anything…”

"You're just wasting your energy..."

"Give up thinking..."

She slid down against the frozen ice wall, burying her face in her knees, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"First Mate Xiao Ke!"

"Brother Sun Long!"

"Sister Yan'er! Sister Xia Ling!"

The surrounding crew members were stunned, letting out terrified screams. The core officers who had just been suppressing the zombie horde like war gods had instantly lost their fighting ability, collapsing to the ground, mired in extreme self-doubt and despair! This bizarre scene was even more chilling than the zombie horde itself!
Without the strong suppression of the officers, the pressure from the zombie tide increased sharply, and the defense line instantly became precarious! The ferocious zombie sea monsters smashed through the ice, and the zombie pirates wielding rusty weapons broke through the fire net, rushing towards the unprotected crew members and the paralyzed officers!

Other cadres were also quickly affected by the negative influence.

"It's over..." Despair began to spread among the surviving crew members. The inexplicable collapse of the officers caused the battle to take a sharp turn for the worse!

From afar, Ye Yu could sense with his Observation Hack that the Spirit-Spirit Fruit was indeed a bugged fruit, but his pirate crew possessed the Dark Cloud.

"It's you."

Wu Xingyun noticed it and was immediately frightened, but was unaffected by the ghost.

It was this extreme, unseemly, and even somewhat comical collapse that made Rona, who was drifting on the edge of the battlefield and preparing to take down more crew members, pause for a moment.

Her negative ghostly thought waves seemed ineffective against this pure, primal fear, untainted by any self-denying thoughts.

In the brief moment that Rona was momentarily stunned, Wu Xingyun frantically pulled the trigger of his strangely shaped, enormous slingshot in Rona's direction!
"Disappear from here!!!"

Whoosh—Bang!

A massive projectile, a mixture of gunpowder, chili powder, rotten egg extract, and Wu Xingyun's specially made "super adhesive," carrying his desperate screams and survival instincts, traced a crooked yet incredibly fast trajectory and landed with perfect precision... on Rona's face, which had just revealed its semi-transparent form!
(End of this chapter)