Chapter 675 - 375: Returning Fully Loaded (2)

That was a statue Mr. Ya had previously created using one of Su Ze’s clones.

The "Flesh Statue" was a resurrection skill Mr. Ya had mastered. However, as the gap in their evolution levels widened, that Flesh Statue no longer had the ability to resurrect Su Ze.

He had never expected it could be used to swap places with him.

Su Ze’s brow relaxed as a smile spread across his face; he’d never imagined the Flesh Statue skill could be used this way.

This meant the Flesh Statue now also served as a way to save Su Ze’s life.

What’s more, even if it was used up, Mr. Ya could simply create another one at practically no cost.

Unfortunately, Mr. Ya could only have one Flesh Statue at a time. Once it was used, a new one had to be created. Otherwise, he could have made several at once.

Clearly, the Flesh Statue was a better sacrificial pawn than Pulamon and the Pope.

Completely plundering and devouring the Female Bag Race caused Su Ze’s power to rise to a new level. Although his own race’s Origin Gene didn’t improve much, he had absorbed an immense amount of Origin Genes from other races.

Su Ze suspected, ’The number of Origin Genes I possess now should be enough to qualify me for my eighth evolution.’

However, his skill upgrades were not yet complete, and he hadn’t absorbed any suitable new skills.

As for the Female Bag Race, he had absorbed her purely as upgrade material, so he didn’t obtain any new skills from her. Besides, the skills she’d mastered were all spatial, and since Su Ze already had the "Space Jump" skill, he had no plans to add any other spatial skills for the time being.

In addition to the power boost, the material rewards were also extremely substantial!

First, there were two eighth-rank Divine Artifacts: the Purple Flame Torch and the Bone Shield.

The quality of these two eighth-rank Divine Artifacts was merely average—especially the Bone Shield, which was already damaged. Still, they were eighth-rank Divine Artifacts and quite valuable.

The biggest prize, however, was the Moon God-level Spaceship, which was worth far more than both eighth-rank Divine Artifacts combined.

There was also the vast fortune the Bag Race couple had amassed—all sorts of treasures. Having run their scams for many years, the two had indeed accumulated considerable wealth.

Su Ze collected the Female Bag Race’s storage item and the two eighth-rank Divine Artifacts, then finally picked up the Nursing Bag that had dropped from her body.

The Pope flew over and explained, "A Nursing Bag from a Moon God-level Female Bag Race is a very valuable material, perfect for crafting various spatial Divine Artifacts. It’s a shame this one has a hole, but with a few repairs, it should still be worth a pretty penny."

Su Ze was a little repulsed by the thing, but upon hearing it could be sold, he stashed it away, planning to offload it later on a Public Planet.

Next up was the Moon God-level Spaceship. The Female Bag Race, the ship’s owner, was now dead.

But this didn’t make the spaceship unclaimed. This wasn’t like some cultivation story, after all; a spaceship was like a cell phone. If the owner died, the fingerprint and password locks wouldn’t just disappear.

Forcibly seizing control of a spaceship without the owner’s authorization was a very troublesome affair.

Fortunately, Su Ze and the others still had the male Bag Race in their hands.

The Female Bag Race was the ship’s captain, while the male Bag Race had at least pilot-level clearance.

His cooperation would make things much easier.

The Pope suggested, "Master, if you don’t intend to keep this spaceship and plan to sell it, there’s no need to go through all this trouble. You can sell it directly to brokers who specialize in this."

"On every Public Planet in the universe, there are merchants who specialize in the spaceship trade. Sell the ship to them, and they’ll have their own ways to unlock it. All we have to do is take the money."

Su Ze shook his head. "I plan to keep this spaceship."

There were currently two spaceships on Zexing. However, the Magic Cube was Su Ze’s exclusive private vessel, while the Emerald Spaceship belonged to the Mother Tree’s master. If its master were to awaken one day, the ship would have to be returned.

Therefore, Su Ze planned to keep this spaceship on Zexing.

Besides, spaceships were like cars; you’d never get a good price for a used one and would only lose money.

The money he’d get from selling it would barely be a down payment on a new spaceship.

In the future, Zexing’s development would require contact with the outside world. Su Ze’s subordinates also needed to mature and become capable of handling things on their own.

And for that, they would definitely need a spaceship.

Su Ze brought out the male Bag Race and tried to force him to open the spaceship and relinquish his pilot-level clearance.

The male Bag Race had been imprisoned the whole time and didn’t know what had happened. But seeing the signs of battle all around and no sign of the Female Bag Race, he could roughly guess what had occurred.

He was filled with despair, knowing he couldn’t escape death. He also deeply regretted his own greed.

If they hadn’t been so greedy, so intent on hunting down Su Ze, they wouldn’t have met such a fate.

But, as they say, if you walk by the river long enough, your shoes are bound to get wet. For people in their line of work, it was only a matter of time before they offended someone they couldn’t afford to provoke.

"I’m dead either way," the male Bag Race said, his expression blank. "I won’t help you."

Since there was no hope of survival, he wasn’t about to beg for his life pointlessly, much less help Su Ze take control of the spaceship.

"Why make this difficult? If you’re smart, you can spare yourself the pain," Su Ze threatened calmly.

"We God-level lifeforms do not fear mere physical pain! You should know that for beings like us, pain is just another sensation."

"Is that so?"

Su Ze wasted no more words. A Shadowless Needle pierced the male Bag Race’s body.

The male Bag Race was only at the Star God level. Su Ze worried he wouldn’t be able to withstand all 299 needles at once and would just drop dead. So, he decided to test the man’s limits one needle at a time.