"I thought you were a sword kinda guy" when Michael stepped onto the upper deck, Logan came to him with a surprised look on his face. His doom bringer was majestically hanging on his behind, gently reflecting the moonlight.

"It looks heavy" Logan's eyes were sparkling looking at the Doombringer. Michael could tell Logan's craving to hold the Warhammer in his hand.

"It is" Michael took the Doombringer from his behind and twisted the handle stylishly. Because he was not using any Arch energy, the weight of the Doombringer made his biceps flex out. After his intense training, his body became toned and each muscle in his body had a definite definition.

"Can I hold it?" Logan looked like a big 7ft baby staring at a candy.

"Sure" Michael chuckled as he handed over the Doombringer to Logan.

The big Logan was excitedly smiling but when he grabbed the handle of Doombringer, his smile disappeared.

"Dang it, it's so freakin heavy" Michael was slightly surprised to see a muscle mountain like Logan struggling to lift the Doombringer without using all of his strength. The weight training plus the Serpent style fighting technique changed his body from the molecular level, making him stronger and faster than most people. This was the reason why Gaya was able to break wood logs like they were eggshells, she was damn strong.

Now that he had undergone the training with the help of the system, he was stronger and faster than Gaya herself and on a different level compared to anyone in the Southern Continent.

"Whoo, you're stronger than you look, David" Logan said, putting down the Doombringer on the floor by its head.

"Work on your weight lifting big boy" Michael gave a friendly pat on Logan's shoulder with a chuckle.

"Alright guys, we're leaving" Ross stood at the helm, preparing to leave the docks. After hearing his shout, the ship's crew began to unravel the sails.

The ship slowly started to move as they all felt a sudden jerk. Michael walked over to the edge of the ship, leaned on the edge, looking at the starry night above the peaceful ocean.

"So what do you think about the team David?" Logan leaned on the wooden railing beside him.

"No clue, what's your take?"

"You know what, I'm glad you're here because you're the most normal person on the ship" Michael looked over his shoulder back at the team and couldn't help but agree with Logan. Brownie was muttering something under his breath while Jessie, the hooded figure checking the crates lined up near the mainsail pole. On the far end of the ship, Jonah appeared to be occupied with the starry night. Although Marcella seemed normal, Michael knew she would be the last person to talk to in the entire ship.

Logan was dead wrong about him being normal but compared to the others, he was the friendliest and normal-looking person on the ship.

"Ross is kind of the team captain here. Marcella is our tracker, Jessie is the thief, I don't know how a thief could help with our mission. I heard Brownie is some kind of undead expert and Jonah, I have no idea why we are bringing him along with us"? Michael took a mental note in his mind. If he wanted to double-cross them at the end, he needed to know everything there is to know about them.

"How do you know all this?" he asked Logan,

"Because I was the first to get recruited by Ross"

Michael nodded, "and let me guess, your specialty is killing undead"

"Undead, overgrown beasts, bandits, etcetera etcetera. The mercenary job requires killing pretty much all the above"

He had no time or desire to play the king for now. His goal was to form two armies, a naval army using the pirates and a military using gladiators and the slaves of the Southern Continent.

"I got to take a leak" Logan rubbed his belly before leaving the place.

"Gaya, do you have eyes on the ship?" He established a connection to Gaya through his earpiece.

"Yep, we're perfectly blended with the darkness and following your ship"

Michael looked around slowly except he couldn't see the Silent Reaper or any other ships following them.

"I can't see you which means others can't too. It'd be tricky after the sunrise"

"Don't worry about us, we know their destination so we'll make it to the island faster than you are and wait for you there" said Gaya.

After exchanging a few words with Gaya, Michael cut the connection before someone could notice him moving his mouth. Marcella was always looking at everyone as she was spying on them. She seemed particularly suspicious of Michael for some reason. Michael noticed this but he chose not to make any moves on Marcella because if everything went according to his plan, she wouldn't be a problem and most probably the undead would take care of her.

Thud!

Suddenly Michael heard a loud thud sound coming from one of the crates lined up near the mainsail pole. Marcella immediately raised her crossbows as the others who heard the sound turned their gazes at the crates.

"Captain!"

"Did you hear that?"

"It's coming from one of those crates"

"What do you mean crates? I loaded them, there's nothing but food in those crates"

Michael noticed Ross leaving the helm while Marcella loaded a bolt into her crossbow, ready to fire at whatever was making the sound.

"Let me out!"

This time it was not a thud sound but a voice of a young girl came from the crates.

"What's going on here?"

Michael saw H, the man in armor coming out of the captain's cabin after the commotion. He looked at Marcella and then at Ross,

"Someone's in there," Marcella coldly said.

"I'm coming out of this bloody crate!"