Hidden Trouble

There was another round of applause from the sailors who welcomed their hero with their best passion, while the hero being welcomed—Angor—was checking the cylinder of his revolver with a disappointed look.

He killed over a thousand souls, which only gave him the faint shadow of a bullet. Telling from his previous experiences, he was still halfway to go until he could get an actual bullet.

More importantly, one or two bullets were pointless. He had to use all six on a single soul to erase 98% of the negative energy on it.

He felt greatly unsatisfied since there were far from enough souls on the island for him to farm, despite the fact that the swarms earlier looked quite big.

He looked again and could not find another soul remaining on the island, nor were there any creeper plants left. At the same time, all the dreadful sensation had gone.

He sighed and walked to Helen and Erwin while ignoring the yelling sailors.