Ye Chui’s BGM allows him to harness the abilities of the characters associated with the background music. For instance, playing “A Man Should Strive” grants him Huang Feihong’s close-combat skills, while “A War Without Honour or Humanity” provides a boost to his fighting spirit.
“He’s a Pirate” is the exclusive BGM of the flamboyant Captain Jack Sparrow, so playing this BGM grants Ye Chui some of Jack Sparrow’s attributes.
Though *Pirates of the Caribbean* is a fantasy film, Jack Sparrow is merely an ordinary human in it, with questionable morals, a flashy personality, and a flamboyant demeanour. Before Ye Chui’s iPad upgrade, playing Jack Sparrow’s BGM would only make Ye Chui adopt similar traits—poor morals, flashiness, and flamboyance—offering little in combat beyond unsettling opponents with goosebumps.
However, after the iPad upgrade, the BGM’s effects were significantly enhanced. It now allows Ye Chui to summon props associated with the BGM’s character, as detailed in the upgrade notes. Thus, Ye Chui is now Jack Sparrow, standing aboard the magically conjured Black Pearl.
The black ship sailed, with the BGM playing continuously. Ye Chui, like a flamboyant captain, stood at the helm of the Black Pearl, steering the vessel at breakneck speed along the narrow Coldwater River.
The Black Pearl is a sailing ship, but this magically enhanced version didn’t rely on wind direction. Wherever Ye Chui’s heart desired, the ship would go.
Debbie, Green, Lesha, Windsor, Cass, Guni, and Godo stood at the ship’s railings, watching the scenery flash by, struck speechless by Ye Chui’s bizarre powers once again.
If their expressions could have a voice-over, it would surely be: “What the hell, this is possible too?”
The Black Pearl’s speed wasn’t exactly lightning-fast—it was only the fastest ship in the *Pirates of the Caribbean* world, set in the medieval era. It couldn’t match the speed of Ye Chui summoning Dom Toretto. Still, it was far faster than travelling on foot, consuming magic rather than points. It would take about four hours to reach the Holy Light Forest.
Maintaining the BGM for so long drained Ye Chui’s magic significantly, but as an intermediate mage, his magic reserves had grown robust. With Lesha’s magic restoration, he should manage until they reached the forest.
Confirming the Black Pearl was sailing smoothly, Ye Chui sighed in relief. He shook his head vigorously to shake off Jack Sparrow’s personality influence. While Captain Jack had a certain charm, Ye Chui found the orchid-finger gestures and swaying movements quite uncomfortable.
“Is this a spell? I never knew such a spell existed,” Cass said, approaching Ye Chui with a shocked tone.
Ye Chui smiled and shook his head. “Strictly speaking, it’s not a spell. It’s more akin to a chant used by Church believers.”
Lesha, leaning on the railing and watching the scenery speed by, turned to Ye Chui in surprise. “Some powerful believers can indeed conjure ships or palaces through chants, but that’s a skill only archbishops can wield. Little brother, how did you do it?”
Her eyes fixed on Ye Chui’s iPad magic book, her curiosity about it long piqued. Historically, combining the roles of believer and mage was rare, and Ye Chui’s method of chanting holy words was unprecedented. He seemed to use his magic book directly, without a Bible, and without faith. How was that possible?
Ye Chui only smiled at Lesha’s question, not answering. Truthfully, he didn’t know how to explain. His iPad magic book was clearly beyond ordinary magic books. As for faith… did a love for movies and anime count? He changed the subject. “This ability drains my magic heavily. Lesha, I’ll need you to keep restoring my magic.”
“Got it, little brother,” Lesha nodded quickly, moving to Ye Chui’s side to cast restorative holy words. She didn’t mind his evasion, trusting he wouldn’t harm her, as everyone had their secrets.
The others spread out across the black ship, finding spots to rest and prepare for the upcoming battle.
Though the ship resembled the one from the movie, it wasn’t identical. This magically modified version required no crew and had few cabins—only the deck could accommodate passengers.
Ye Chui took the opportunity to check his iPad magic book.
He made a surprising discovery: his remaining points were increasing bit by bit.
“My points are going up? How is that possible?” Ye Chui exclaimed, puzzled. The helm didn’t require constant attention, so he walked to the bow and looked down, a delighted smile spreading across his face.
The Coldwater River teemed with fish, crabs, and various bizarre aquatic beasts, like the ferocious fish Guni had caught earlier. The river wasn’t very wide, and as the Black Pearl sped through, many creatures couldn’t dodge in time, colliding with the ship and dying instantly.
These creatures, effectively killed by Ye Chui, provided points, most negligible, but the constant collisions caused his points to rise slowly.
“This is an unexpected bonus. Extra points will come in handy when we confront the Fourth Prince,” Ye Chui nodded to himself, opening the map to check their movements.
His brows furrowed.
The Fourth Prince’s group was following the Coldwater River, which originated at the Holy Light Forest, so their discovery of the forest was inevitable.
The Holy Light Forest had been isolated for centuries, its residents the only surviving humans in this relic world. Unfamiliar with human deceit, they were unaware of what outsiders might do for profit. Simply put, they were a guileless people.
Of course, the residents weren’t defenseless. Guni, the current warrior of the Holy Light Forest, was their strongest, but Ye Chui had measured her point value at 60, slightly weaker than Cass (65). Despite her immense strength, Guni lacked formal swordsmanship training and couldn’t fully utilise her power.
Most of the adventurers with the Fourth Prince likely matched Cass’s strength.
If the Fourth Prince harboured ill intentions, the residents would be powerless against them.
The black ship raced along the Coldwater River.
Over two hours passed.
Lesha’s face was pale, her throat slightly hoarse from continuous chanting. She was clearly struggling, but when Debbie urged her to rest, she stubbornly shook her head. “I’m fine. I can keep going.”
Knowing Lesha’s strong-willed nature, the others let her be.
Ye Chui kept monitoring the map on his iPad, calculating if they could reach the Holy Light Forest first. At their current speed, it seemed unlikely. Then, a small incident occurred: the Fourth Prince’s group was attacked by a beast horde.
On the map, the horde appeared as hundreds of clustered red dots, quickly surrounding the Fourth Prince’s group and attacking.
“Are there any beast hordes near the Holy Light Forest? Hundreds strong?” Ye Chui asked Guni.
“A horde? You mean the lynx pack? They’re ferocious and tricky, with large numbers, cunning, and sharp claws and teeth. They attack in groups, damaging our crops and killing unprepared villagers,” Guni replied. “But they’re terrified of lemon grass scent. If you spray its juice on yourself, they won’t attack.”
“Is that so? It must be the lynx pack attacking the Fourth Prince,” Ye Chui said, staring at the map, hoping the lynxes would wipe them out or force them to change direction.
But things didn’t go as hoped.
The map showed the Fourth Prince’s group briefly in chaos, with two of their fourteen red dots vanishing, indicating deaths from the lynx attack. Just as Ye Chui felt a spark of hope, four white dots appeared near them—undoubtedly Holy Light Forest residents.
They were hunting nearby, drawn by the commotion of the lynx attack, and stepped in to help.
The residents saved the Fourth Prince’s group.
Likely using the lemon grass juice Guni mentioned, the residents drove off the lynxes upon arriving. The beasts scattered, and the white and red dots briefly interacted before moving together toward the Holy Light Forest, clearly an invitation to visit their village.
Leading wolves into the den.
Ye Chui’s heart tightened.
Perhaps the Fourth Prince’s group, grateful for the rescue, wouldn’t harm them?
He watched the map tensely as the red and white dots moved toward the forest. Half an hour later, they reached its outskirts. Then, unexpectedly, the four white dots vanished simultaneously.
Vanishing meant death.
They were killed by the Fourth Prince’s group.
In a thicket outside the Holy Light Forest, the Fourth Prince, Black Sword Guards, Ice Magic Guild Leader McKenzie, and Bishop Talbot stood around four corpses dressed in simple clothing, similar to Guni’s. They were Holy Light Forest residents, killed by ambush, one beheaded.
The Fourth Prince’s group looked dishevelled, with torn clothes and scratches from the lynx attack. Though individually weak, the lynxes’ group assault had caused significant damage. Fortunately, the four residents had saved them with lemon grass juice.
Discovering native residents here astonished the Fourth Prince’s group.
Learning they were adventurers, the four residents warmly invited them to the Holy Light Forest. Through conversation, the Fourth Prince learned their origins—descendants of long-lost adventurers, though they didn’t realise these were their former companions.
As Ye Chui suspected, the residents’ naive nature made them easy to manipulate. They revealed secrets about the holy stone sword and the devil sealed by the Holy Church’s Bible. When the Fourth Prince learned of the sword, likely the Goddess of Wealth’s golden greatsword, their greed surfaced. The Buried Sword Land’s “sword” was clearly this.
The golden greatsword, a renowned weapon from the divine era, crafted by the God of Gods and wielded by the Goddess of Wealth, held immense power.
The residents revered it as a sacred relic and wouldn’t part with it easily.
So, they decided to take it by force.
The four hunters were skilled, but the Fourth Prince learned the forest had few strong fighters, these being among the best. Without hesitation, they ambushed them, forgetting their earlier rescue.
Adventurers needed no mercy.
“The Goddess of Wealth’s golden greatsword. I never imagined the treasure here would be this weapon. We’ve hit the jackpot,” the Fourth Prince said, eyes gleaming with joy, glancing at the corpses without pity. He snorted, adjusting his hair—sprayed green with lemon grass juice during the rescue, much to his annoyance.
“The Holy Light Forest’s people pose little threat, but we should stay cautious,” McKenzie said, smirking toward the forest.
Bishop Talbot’s expression was uncertain. He cared little for the golden greatsword but was fixated on the Holy Church’s Bible. The Church forbade its existence, and he intended to destroy it.
“Let’s move,” the Fourth Prince said, leading the group toward the Holy Light Forest, exuding killing intent.
As the Fourth Prince’s reckless squad advanced, Ye Chui quickly shared the news with those on the ship. Guni and Godo erupted in anger, Godo’s body radiating a terrifying pressure. His honest nature had initially dismissed Ye Chui’s concerns about the Fourth Prince harming the residents, but now he was furious.
“They dared kill my descendants,” Godo roared.
Guni gripped her stone sword tightly, eyes burning as she looked toward the Holy Light Forest.
“They’re after the holy stone sword. They might not massacre the residents,” Ye Chui said softly, though uncertainly. Then, a ding sounded from his magic book, a notification.
“Discovered unlockable game. Unlock?”
Ye Chui opened the game library, finding a new icon: [Demon Seal].
