56: Section 56

"Sorry, Master, I'm adapting to a new life form... frankly, it's hard to adjust. Messy bits of code keep popping up in my logical framework from time to time."

Su Ming: "..."

This was quite interesting; as expected of an extraordinary entity from the idealistic domain.

Look at what my AI has been put through!

"Don't worry, this is a good thing. It means your life form has preliminary ascended to a higher dimension! Midnight, congratulations, you are now a true living being!"

Mhm!

Undead life is still life.

Nothing wrong with that!

"So, this is what life feels like? Inefficient thinking, frequent erroneous code, and easily dragged down by logic threads called [Emotions]..."

"But... it feels pretty good..."

"Heehee, thank you, my supreme and great Master!"

Su Ming gave an awkward smile and quickly cut her off:

"Just call me Master. Cut out those messy adjectives, I can't handle them!"

Rarely, Midnight's voice carried a hint of a smile:

"Alrighty, Master!"

Hiss!—

That lingering, melodious call of 'Master' actually made Su Ming's whole body shiver.

Midnight!

A ship can't!

At least, it shouldn't!

Right then, as if she had finally adapted to her new Banshee body, a ghastly green light rose from the midnight throne.

Soon, it coalesced into a translucent phantom standing gracefully in the air, permeated with the aura of death.

Cold as ice, eerie as a ghost!

A concentrated, unyielding sense of death radiated around her.

But even so, it couldn't hide Midnight's dignified elegance, tranquility, and nobility!

Of course.

That was if you ignored Midnight's sharp claws and her wild, silver hair that danced like a demon's!

And you certainly couldn't ignore the deathly spiritual light emanating from Midnight's eyes!

That was the manifestation of some sort of instant-death ability. For those who couldn't pass the check, death would be their only destination!

"Ahem! This form is very cool, but Midnight, what's the deal with this Banshee Legion?"

The Comprehensive Network didn't provide details. If he didn't figure this out, Su Ming's skin would keep crawling with curiosity...

"The Banshees?"

"Master, those are special ghosts derived from the 36 tombstones."

"They are a type of Earthbound Spirit. They will be attached to their respective tombstones for all eternity, but because of that, they are immortal!"

"Master, I also have a strong intuition."

"They are like my sub-processes. Over them, I hold the highest command authority, second only to yours, Master!"

"Additionally, some of my abilities can only be cast through them!"

Excellent!

This was a ghost ship that came with its own crew and commander.

Banshees who could constantly 'sit up' and return from the dead.

And a Midnight Banshee who could release legion spells and command from the rear!

Don't be fooled by the current limit of only 36 Banshees. The midnight rose could be upgraded. When that time came, Su Ming releasing a Banshee Legion would be a scene of at least a hundred ghosts on a night parade!

Heh!—

God of Death?

No! Ge Men is more like the God of Death!

Thinking of this, he looked back and re-examined the Creation process from just now.

Only then did Su Ming realize with a shock.

His 'I Think So' power hadn't failed.

Rather... the relevant elements had been integrated by the Midnight Banshee!

It could be said that precisely because of the idealistic mechanism inherent in the Creation Skill, a hero unit like Midnight was born!

"So, 0.7 Midnight, what abilities do you master now?"

Midnight replied instantly:

"Wide-area mass destruction spell: Banshees Wail. It's a sonic spell imbued with the will of death. Its advantage is that the more Banshees I have under my command, the more powerful the spell!"

"Legion spell: Ghost Canopy. By raising a canopy of death, it buffs the comprehensive combat power of all Banshees and grants them specific resistances against Holy Light, Order, Judgment, and similar attacks."

"Area-of-effect spell: Wailing Curse. The Banshees' primary ability is also cursing. The difference is that the Wailing Curse I master targets the soul directly! Through the Banshees, I can stack and release an enhanced version of the Wailing Curse on a single target that lasts permanently!"

"Wide-area instant-death spell: Midnight Shriek!"

Su Ming immediately called a halt:

"Wait! You said... an instant-death spell?"

Chapter 63: The Overpowered midnight throne

"Yes, Master. Midnight Shriek is a death sentence for the soul. Any individual with a soul weight lower than mine has absolutely no possibility of survival under the attack of Midnight Shriek."

Hiss!—

Impressive!

What is an instant-death spell?

You die if touched, you die even if the save is ineffective, and if you're unlucky, you still die.

These types of spells are the so-called instant-death spells!

Die if touched—the most typical example is the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception from Type-Moon. Once a death point is attacked by the eye holder, even a god must die with regret!

Die even if the save is ineffective—you can refer to the famous Mordenkainen's Disjunction!

As for cases of bad luck, Finger of Death is typical. It uses the concept of death to interfere with the target's fate. Once it lands on a fatal fate, death is absolute!

Midnight Shriek is very similar to Finger of Death, with the difference being that Midnight Shriek targets the weight of the soul.

Banshees Wail!

Ghost Canopy!

Wailing Curse!

Midnight Shriek!

With these four major skills, Midnight was a top-tier existence even among hero units.

But...

Midnight's overpowered nature was built upon the midnight throne!

Perhaps because Midnight's predecessor, the AI, ran on the computing chip array in the captain's quarters.

After the midnight rose was promoted to a ghost ship, Midnight, the 'brain,' became deeply bound to the entire ship. Forget freedom—she couldn't even leave that small midnight throne.

Fortunately.

Having lived as an AI for so long.

Midnight had no obsession with so-called freedom.

The core protocol engraved in her logical foundation—to serve 'Su Ming' alone—made Midnight accept her future fate as a shut-in with peace of mind.

Pointing to the midnight throne emitting a faint spiritual light, Su Ming asked:

"I can see this is your midnight throne, but... this larger throne behind it, that's your handiwork, isn't it?"

Midnight nodded gently:

"Yes, Master. Through it, you can seamlessly mobilize most of the midnight throne's computing power."

Su Ming didn't ask why an idealistic extraordinary Creation would have something like 'computing power.'

The reason was simple.

Its prototype was the chip array Midnight relied on to exist.

What Su Ming was curious about was how this thing, when connecting all the Banshees, could treat them as distributed computing units?

Midnight's answer was even more interesting:

"I don't know either, Master, but I can feel that the Banshees are more like extensions of the midnight throne, and the Banshee Tombs are the computing units that anchor their existence."

"Unfortunately, there are still too few Banshee Tombs to construct a neuromorphic computing array."

Su Ming comforted her:

"The midnight rose can still be upgraded. We'll find another auxiliary facility with a purple rating. Once it upgrades to the next stage, the situation will improve."

After being promoted to the Banshee King of the ghost ship.

Midnight's subjective initiative had increased significantly.

Without needing Su Ming's Orders, the midnight rose went full throttle, sailing toward their destination—the seafaring restaurant Baratie—at a speed exceeding 150 knots.

After understanding Midnight's current status.

Su Ming walked toward the Dead Remains Furnace in the core of the ship's hold.

Burning skeletons for power, isn't that bizarre?

In the neighboring Wandering Earth world, no matter how sci-fi it is, they still have to burn rocks!

Forget Little Broken Earth being confused.

Even Angel technology couldn't explain this!

How could a pile of rotten bones be so damn powerful?

But that's the idealistic extraordinary for you; it focuses on 'physical reality is none of my business.' If I think it works, reality must obediently comply!

Under Midnight's remote command, the Banshees were deployed one after another.

Cleaning, steering the ship, maintaining the furnace, and carrying supplies—they were the most worry-free, heaven-sent workhorses.

Crucially, no wages were required!

Looking at the ship, which was in perfect Order and highly disciplined.

Su Ming felt infinite satisfaction; he was finally enjoying the joy of being a capitalist.

Of course.

Su Ming's happiness.

Was inseparable from the high beauty standards of the Banshees.

With a group of ghost ladies dressed in eerie clothing but with faces like delicate flowers working for you like oxen, what else could you be dissatisfied with?

...

Inside the restaurant, which was minimally but elegantly decorated.

With the arrival of a group of four, the lively atmosphere in the restaurant instantly froze.

Even though only four people had arrived, the aura of their footsteps felt like a massive army approaching the city gates.

The service staff, each as burly as a bear, and most of the diners in the restaurant—no matter what they were doing before—all turned into human-shaped statues.