Hitman with a Badass System

Although it had been some time, he never spent time in the captain's cabin. After walking down the stairs from the upper deck, he came before the captain's cabin.

Krkkr!

The doorknob creaked, letting him know about its old age. As he opened the door, he was welcomed by a lackluster room. Like the doorknob itself, the room looked ancient. There was no dust or cobwebs could be seen in the room as the pirates cleaned the room recently. The slow-burning candle on the oak table in the middle illuminated the room. The room was neither too big nor small, it was nearly the size of a master bedroom.

Except for the white silk cushion on the room's corner, everything had a worn outlook to them. He thought Gaya would have redecorated the room. When he looked over his shoulder at Gaya, she just shrugged.

"I was busy doing chores for you"

For a few seconds, he scanned everything in the room. There were two old 6ft tall books racks on either side of the room. He never expected a pirate captain to read books though. Near the book racks, one could see small bronze statues of naked ladies, covering their breasts with their hands. The room reeked of rum. For a person who never drank alcohol in his life, he would never spend a day in this room.

On the top of the book racks, he noticed more bronze statues as well as some old feather hats. Apart from these things, there was nothing in the room.

"Gibson"

It only took Gibson a couple of seconds to come to his side,

"Except that cushion and the table" he pointed at the silk cushion he bought from and presented to Gaya,

"I want everything out"

"My lord, everything?" Gibson creased his bushy brows,

"Yes everything"

Michael stepped outside the room while Gibson signaled the pirates to follow him into the room.

"Why throw everything out?" The silver head of the hydra meekly asked Gaya,

"Did you see that room? It's not fit for a king and queen"

"I want my own place to sleep" the white head promptly said while the blackhead remained uttering no words.

"Also tell them to clean the room, I want it spotless"

He didn't think he could get rid of the smell without using a potion or completely water wash. Since using a potion to clean the room was way easier than cleaning the room with water, he thought of a potion to do so.

"Show me the crew quarters"

Initially, Michael wanted to know more about his newfound powers. However, after seeing the condition of his cabin, he changed his mind. If the captain's cabin was in that condition, he couldn't even imagine what a horrible nightmare would be in the crew quarters.

"Lord Lucifer" Gibson dragged his voice, hesitating to step towards him.

"It can't be that bad" Gaya avoided venturing into the crew quarters or anywhere in the ship to the matter.

"Come on Gibson, let go" the door for the below deck was located a couple of meters in front of the mainsail pole. Michael let Gibson walk forward while he and Gaya followed him behind. The closer he got to the door, the more cold sweats appeared on his face. He was afraid of what the captain would do after seeing the mess downstairs.

Creak!

Creak!

Creak!

Every step he stepped on made a loud annoying creaking noise. It wasn't a big surprise considering the ship's age and the curse that condemned the ship to stay at sea forever or until they broke the curse.

There was barely any light in the downstairs,

"Just a moment, Lord Lucifer" Gibson ran his hands through every corner of his shirt to find a match to light the lantern hanging on the wall.

"Don't bother" Michael snapped his fingers as an orb of green flames appeared above his hand. The green light illuminated the room clearly. Before him was a small pathway leading to the other end of the ship. Either side of the pathway was filled with wooden barrels and a couple of bunk beds. The below deck reeked of rum ten times more than the captain's cabin.

He was taken aback by the number of barrels lying around. The pirates clearly didn't bother to stack the barrels. He saw at least fifty wooden barrels before him.

"What's in those barrels?"

Although he had a feeling that those barrels are full of rum, he still asked Gibson because he couldn't completely come to terms with his crew wasting gold on this much rum.

"Huh...it's...rum, Lord Lucifer"

"I want to know how much you bastards spending on buying rum tomorrow at the earliest"

What they spent their gold on was not his business still he gave a damn about it because how could the pirates follow his orders if they were drunk to their throats. He didn't want mindless drunks to be his crew.

He continued to venture forward with his alchemy flames lighting the way. The sight remained constant as everywhere he turned, he saw nothing but wood barrels. The barrels were taking so much space that could be used to store useful items such as gunpowder, alchemy ingredients, and rations.

"You guys ever eat or survive on only rum?" Gibson scratched the back of his head in shame. Ever since Lucifer ordered him to stop drinking and start drinking the potion, he hadn't drunk a single drop of rum. However, the rest of the pirates began to drink more than usual in the joy of escaping the curse.

Half of the pirates spent half of their cut in buying barrels of rum. The other half spent all their gold on the rum. The pirate cove ran out of rum as they had to order a new batch just for them. Gibson knew this would eventually come to the captain's eyes but he never thought the day would come this soon.

"This is worse than I thought" they barely had enough space to walk.

After crossing countless barrels, they came before a plain wooden door. Instead of opening the door, Gibson stood in front of him, hesitating to open it.

"Will this get any worse? Don't answer me" Gaya shook her head as Michael sent a wave of wind that pushed open the door.

The moment the door opened, his nose was overwhelmed by the smell of puke and rum.

"Eww"

The three heads buried themselves in Gaya's hand, covering their noses. If a public toilet that hadn't been cleaned for years and a sewer had a baby, it would smell way better than what he was smelling now. He thought he had a high tolerance for stink but today, he was proven wrong.

The sheets covering the bed were turned brown from white. Obviously, the pirates didn't wash them for decades.

"I'll give all you batards a day to clean the fuck out of my ship"

Michael didn't even bother to brew potions but bought detergents and chemicals from the system. Gibson saw hundreds of small bottles filling the area behind him. They all had colorful labels, he never saw these things before in his life.

Usually, people would mix the detergents and these chemicals with water to clean the place. However, after witnessing the ship's condition as well as the stink coming from every corner, he bought enough chemicals to wash the entire ship without the need of mixing them with water.

After giving them to Gibson, he turned back to leave. He really didn't think he could venture into the ship any further without throwing up. If he had known the ship's condition before, he would have let Heinberg stay on the upper deck instead of giving him the guest room. He wondered what might be the condition of the guest room.

"I pity our prisoners," Gaya chuckled.

"I don't even want to look at the prison" Michael walked back to the upper deck without turning his back. He watched enough horrible things for one day.

When he reached the upper deck, the pirates were dragging the book racks out of the room. They almost took everything out of the room,

"Captain, where do we put these?" Shorty came running to Michael, with a proud smile on his face. His face shone like he managed to do something incredible.

"Put them on my head" Michael twisted Shorty's ears. He directed his frustration on poor Shorty.

"Ahhhh, Cap...Lord...Ahhhh"

The other pirates stopped what they were doing and began to laugh at Shorty.

"Stop laughing you fucking idiots. I just saw the mess you've been making in my ship"

The smile instantly disappeared from their faces when they heard him. They began to shudder thinking he would throw away the rum barrels just like the things in his room.

"Get the fuck out of my sight and clean the mess downstairs" Michael wasted no time after saying this as he launched himself into the air with Gaya.

After seeing everything, he lost interest in decorating his room. How could he decorate his room while the rest of his ship smell and look like shit?

"I take it back, I want to stay as far as I can from that ship," the white head said. It didn't bother to hide the disgust from showing in its voice.

For a few moments, he just hovered in the air, looking at his ship below until Gaya broke his focus.

"Are you gonna keep staring at the ship or show me your new powers?"

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As usual, this is the last filler chapter( kinda a calm before the storm chappy). After all, hereon, the chapters will be filled with action, gore and BLOOOOOOODDDDD!!!!!