C79 The Cursed Gold Coin.
As Ye Yu opened his window to the fresh morning air, he felt invigorated and ready to tackle the most crucial task of the day: stealing from the Heavens. After freshening up, he summoned the System Interface with a thought, and it materialized in his mind:
"Human Clan: Ye Yu (First Level Taoist)"
"Physique: Spirit Sword Body"
"Steal Attempts: 1"
"Avenue Value: 210/1000"
"Talents: Flying Sign Technique, Supercomputing, Master of Language, Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, Masked Singer King"
"Cultivation Method: 36th Set of Radio Gymnastics"
"Items: Mantra Solution, Conan's Identical Glasses, Dragon Gate Jade Carvings, Fire Pearl, Night Glasses"
"Lottery Draws: 0"
"Let's begin!" commanded Ye Yu, and a dazzling ring of light emerged before him.
The boundless Caribbean Sea was a haven for pirates, brimming with innumerable treasures and teeming with relentless buccaneers. Among them, the most fearsome was Barbosa, the immortal pirate steering the Black Pearl.
A moss-covered pirate ship cut through the waves, propelled by the wind. When the moon's silvery light occasionally spilled onto the deck, the once lively crew transformed into animated skeletons. This was the fate of Barbosa's men, cursed by the Aztec gold coins to become skeletal beings under the moon's glow.
Despite their immortality, they had been stripped of life's pleasures. Barbosa and his crew roamed the Caribbean, desperate to break the curse that shackled them.
The Black Pearl glided into a secluded island cave, as silent as a phantom. The cave widened beyond its narrow entrance, and the ship floated serenely on crystal-clear waters, beneath which glittered a trove of gold coins.
Reaching the cave's innermost sanctum, the glow of countless torches and the moonlight above turned night into day. A veritable mountain of gold and silver treasures amassed in the depths, their luster magnified by the flickering flames.
This cavern was a greedy soul's paradise, filled with endless gold coins, jewels, and ancient artifacts. Atop the treasure heap sat a stone chest, intricately carved with elaborate designs.
The chest's lid was propped open, revealing a cache of peculiar gold coins. Each coin's perimeter was etched with radiating triangles, while a sinister skull adorned the center—these were the accursed Aztec gold coins.
Barbosa, the undead pirate, stood by the chest, scooping up a handful of coins and letting them cascade back into their container. The clinking sound filled him with a wild, triumphant laughter.
Surveying his expectant crew, Barbosa bellowed, "Rejoice! Today, we shall cast off the curse that binds us!" His words ignited a chorus of raucous cheers from the pirates.
With a commanding gesture for silence, Barbosa then signaled, "Bring him forward!"
A dashing man was ushered up the mound of gold. Barbosa seized the necklace around the man's neck and with a swift yank, detached the last Aztec gold coin. Drawing a dagger, he sliced the man's palm, staining the coin with blood.
Gripping the crimson-tainted coin, Barbosa's eyes gleamed with fervor. He hoisted it aloft, proclaiming, "Once this gold coin rejoins its kin in the chest, our curse will be no more!"
His grip relaxed, and the blood-stained gold coin tumbled from his hand, falling through the air.
Ding!
A crisp clinking echoed inside the chest, rousing the pirates from their stupor.
One pirate stood at the cusp of the moonlight streaming down from the cave's opening, his hand shaking as he reached out.
"It's not a skeleton! The curse is broken!"
He called out with fervor, his entire figure bathed in the moonlight, yet he did not transform into a living skeleton again.
The pirates erupted in cheers, reveling in their newfound freedom.
But amidst their jubilation, none noticed a hand materialize from nowhere, reaching into the chest. It snatched a fistful of gold coins, then vanished without a trace.