Cursed Immortality

"Change the pill chests!"

Hearing this voice, Jacob turned around and saw the metal wall siding upward, revealing a vault, and eight cloaked Wraiths were standing, and in front of them was a Midget Wight in armor.

Jacob was in stealth, so no one noticed him and the wraiths at this moment waved their wands, and all the chests in the lift began to open before the pills within began to fly towards the midget.

The Midget dismissively waved his hand, and thousands of pills vanished into his space ring.

"Send it back." He ordered before turning around.

Jacob didn't stay there either and quickly entered the vault since this midget was clearly a much bigger fish, and this place was hidden underground, so it had to be the top-secret area of the Research Island.

Furthermore, since this midget took all the refined pills, Jacob won't let him go easily. He was finally closer to the source of all those pills.

Following the midget, Jacob exited the vault and entered a corridor before making his way towards a spacious place.contemporary romance

Jacob's eyes contracted a little because this place was filled with bookshelves and equipment far higher tier than the alchemy equipment on the upper level.

There were around a hundred Midget Wights in here, and all of them were immense in their own research or reading, and no one paid attention to the armored midget.

The armored midget wasn't stopping here as he continued to move forward and open a door. Jacob thought for a moment before continue following him while remembering the way. He was going to wait until swooping everything in one fell swoop.

Once they exited the area, they appeared in another long passage, and at the end of it was a metallic door.

This time, the armored midget didn't hurry to open the door. Instead, he respectfully spoke, "General Thone, I'm here to deliver the next batch of dark medicines!"

Jacob's eyebrow lifted as he didn't expect he would reach the location of an Island General unknowingly.

He knew the island generals were mysterious, and their bases were well-guarded and hidden. They had full authority over the islands, and everyone followed their command. Only the Dead Kings could order them around.

"Enter." An eerie voice rang before the door slid open.

The armored midget quickly entered and Jacob didn't hesitate and follow.

This time, they entered a huge lab filled with glass tanks, operation tables, bookshelves, and equipment.

A Midget Wight in black was doing something in front of an operation table, and on that table was a patched figure filled with needles. This midget was none other than the island general, Thone.

"Dump the pills and get out!" Thone didn't even look at the armored midget and coldly commanded while he was carefully piercing the needle in the patched figure.

"Right away, General!" The armored midget respectfully said and didn't dare to tarry. He quickly moved toward a bookshelf on the wall and pressed on a certain book.

The next moment, the bookshelf slid upward, revealing a hidden vault, and it was filled with a small hill of space rings. The armored midget took off his space ring, where he put all the pills, and threw it into the vault before the bookshelf began to descend, closing the vault.

Without saying anything, he quickly bowed and began to leave.

However, right at this moment, a panicked voice rang in the lab, "General Thone, I have an urgent report to make. Ten guard zombies seemed to have gone rogue. They had plundered ten of our material warehouses and gone missing!"

The armored midget's footsteps halted in shock, and Thone's hand also paused in the midair as he finally looked up, and the flames in his eyes jumped violently.

"Are you sure?" Thone asked with a hint of disbelief.

"Yes, General, I've confirmed myself. We are currently searching for them. This matter is, so I've quickly reported it to you." The voice urgently replied.

"Indeed, this is very peculiar. All the guards are loyal to us, and they've been for at least five decades. They also know just how big of a crime it is to plunder from twelve research islands. All the faction resources are sent here to refine dark medicines, and no one dares to have any thought about it.

"Lock down the entire island and use the surveillance formation to the fullest to search for them. I want you to capture them and bring them here. There is something wrong. If you still don't find them within two hours, report it to me!" Thone gravely issued a command.

"I'm on it!" The voice replied.

Thone then looked at the armored midget and coldly ordered, "Tell our brethren not to leave the refineries until we solve this issue with the thieves. Increase the security to the maximum."

"Right away!" The armored midget knew just how serious and strange this matter was, so they had to be extremely careful.

However, before he could complete the order, a jeering voice rang, "Now, why would I let you do that?"

Both Thone and the armored midget were shocked hearing this heavy voice out of nowhere, and before they could react, Thone suddenly began to fall down as the flames in his empty sockets extinguished.

On the other hand, the armored midget suddenly felt a mountain-like iron fist land on his skull, and the next moment, all his bones were crushed, and his armor shattered.

Jacob then picked up the black core within the pile of bone before looking at the slumbering Thone and his lips rose up in a cold sneer, "Since this is the heart of the research island, there is no need to hide anymore."

Without wasting any time, he turned around toward the bookshelf and began to take all the books into his space ring before only the black book was left, and it wouldn't budge from its place. He knew this book was some kind of key to unlock the vault hidden behind this shelf as he had witnessed the entire scene himself.

However, just like before, it won't open on his touch. But he wasn't worried at all and looked at Thone and hurried over him before grabbing him.

Jacob pressed his tiny bone hand on the book, and the vault opened easily, and then he issued a command coldly, "Turn him into a puppet!"

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