Chapter 312: Dream

I do not represent the True Creator; I am not undoing your seal for you, merely acting on an ally's commission.

Sasilier muttered softly.

"Not representing the True Creator?"

"An ally?"

"Which great being?"

Wajie·Weir's three heads all turned toward Leiketon, who stood beside Sasilier.

It remembers that the True Creator's former ally was the Black Emperor, but now that Black Emperor has most likely fallen, and even cannot be resurrected.

As a Sequence 3 of the Hanged Man Path, if the True Creator's condition weren't so mad, I wouldn't mind becoming His saint, perhaps even having a chance to become an angel, a true god in the proper sense.

Thud! Thud!

Sasilier held his staff and lightly tapped the ground, producing a clear sound.

Wajie·Weir, as if sensing something, withdrew its gaze and coiled its body.

The next moment, the ground's shadow suddenly came alive, turning pitch black like spilled ink, surging and clinging to Wajie·Weir's body like an inseparable layer of darkness.

On its body, constantly shifting, the strange pattern with a strong sense of distortion was continually corroded, showing a tendency toward depravity.

Leiketon's nostrils twitched as he smelled the scent of blood.

Was this eroding not only its flesh but also that strange pattern together? For the Triple-Headed Holy Hall, adept at flesh magic, such damage could be completely ignored.

After a moment, the darkness covering Wajie·Weir quickly faded, revealing writhing scarlet flesh that continually dripped blood.

It swiftly writhed its body, heedless of pain, swinging its eight tails and lashing the ground, scattering splatters of blood.

Its flesh quickly writhed; in a moment it had healed as before, showing no trace of the earlier blurred flesh.

To some extent, flesh magic is synonymous with tenacious vitality. Leiketon inwardly sighed with envy.

Wajie·Weir's six eyes all fixed on Leiketon, and its voice, unable to contain its joy, said:

"Thank you very much for your help!"

"According to our prior promise, all the wealth here will belong to you."

"Besides the wealth that naturally belongs to this undersea city, during the time of my seal I occasionally send out some marine life I have influenced to wander, seeking a chance to break free."

"Although I never truly found a chance to break free."

"But I discovered some ships sunk to the seabed."

"I reaped a great deal of wealth."

As its words ended, it slammed its eight tails against the ground, flinging off pieces of flesh and scales.

These flesh and scales, mixed with the ground's shadow, quickly writhed, forming individuals whose bodies were covered in a layer of black naga.

Their faces were blurred, their lower halves slender snake tails swaying, they swiftly swam through the undersea city, entering one collapsed or damaged building after another.

"Naga love collecting various treasures, which is somewhat like dragons."

"They only care about the value of the treasure, not its appearance; they hide what they collect and, when needed, use that wealth to hire other beings."

Sasilier seemed quite familiar with the naga race, leaning on his staff as he surveyed the undersea city, his voice calm as he explained Wajie·Weir's behavior.

"Taking care of business, the naga have some commercial sense," Leiketon muttered to himself.

As his thoughts drifted, the muffled hum of Wajie·Weir echoed in his ears; he instinctively looked up and locked eyes with its six eyes.

"Cough~"

"May I know which great being you represent?"

"I will spread His name among the naga who still believe in me!"

Leiketon controlled his expression and pondered, then said:

"He is the essence of knowledge, the brilliance of civilization, the ultimate answer to all mysteries!"

"Knowledge?"

"Civilization?"

"Mysteries?"

Wajie·Weir's three heads each muttered a thought, simultaneously falling into contemplation, recalling the paths that master these three authorities.

After a moment, they looked at each other, then shook their heads in succession, their voices undisguised doubt and surprise.

"Not the Sequence 0 I know."

"Even the path symbolizing omniscience cannot be equated with knowledge itself."

"It is a new Sequence 0!"

Within less than a quarter hour, the avatars scattered by Wajie·Weir pulled out all the treasures it had hidden in various places of the undersea city, piling them at the edge of the plaza, among which were not a few low-to-mid sequence magical items, precious metal goods, and ancient antiques.

These items were mostly dull and grimy, their true appearance obscured, and many had become deformed or damaged from the deep-sea pressure.

"This is the first time I've described wealth as piled up like a mountain."

Leiketon clicked his tongue slightly and sighed toward Sasilier beside him.

Sasilier lightly nodded, his tone carrying a hint of sigh as he said:

"It seems over the years it has gathered a considerable amount of material from sunken ships."

During the time the Aurora Society preached in the Southern Continent, even one of its angels felt the pressure from financial matters.

As the Aurora Society, a terror known to all, it basically lacks any stable source of income.

And because its preaching targets mainly the lower classes, the consumption of money and material cannot be effectively replenished; instead, as the number of believers grows, the consumption intensifies.

Leiketon naturally thought of these things, pondered for a moment, then looked at Sasilier and said:

"Could you trouble yourself to take these riches away and liquidate them through the Aurora Society's channels?"

"We can split the proceeds fifty-fifty, with any excess counting as my initial investment in the Aurora Society."

"All right." Sasilier gave a slight nod.

His words had barely fallen when rich shadows spread out from beneath his feet, surging forth to swallow everything piled on the plaza and casting them into the world of shadows.

Seeing his payment already accepted, Wajeh Veil's massive body was instantly cloaked in a layer of shadow as it darted toward the Spirit World:

"I must first gather the nagas and rebuild my faith."

"I will add 'Follower of Knowledge and Mysteries' to my new honorific name, and announce to the nagas that I am now a subordinate god of that great existence."

"The Lord of the Sunia Sea has returned!"

Before his words had fully faded, Wajeh Veil's figure had already completely vanished from the undersea city.

"It was once the Lord of the Sunia Sea?"

Reckton looked curiously at Sasilier.

"Hardly a lord — more like a local tyrant."

"However, if you wish to contest the Storm Church for influence on the sea, propping it up as the Lord of the Sunia Sea would be a fine approach."

As Sasilier spoke, he tapped the ground twice lightly with his cane and released his control over the seawater.

The seawater flowing around this undersea city suddenly rushed back together, and under the immense pressure, instantly demolished the already dilapidated buildings.

Before the seawater could flood in, Reckton had already entered the Spirit World, heading toward the Rosted Islands.

Bayam, in the basement of the Waves Church.

"Sea King" Ian Cotman and Qiaogeli stood facing each other, their expressions exceedingly solemn, the fury on their faces nearly condensing into substance.

"I received a divine oracle."

"Someone has stolen an authority belonging to the Storm!"

"Transmit the order immediately: find and capture the members of the Moss Ascetic Order hidden in the Rosted Islands."

At dusk, inside the 'Azure Wind' Inn in Bayam's dock district.

Daniz lay on a lounge chair and fell asleep without realizing it.

Knock! Knock!

A measured, slow knocking sounded.

Am I not dreaming? No — when did I fall asleep? Daniz walked to the door with a face full of puzzlement and turned the handle.

Creak~ As the inn's door was pulled open, he saw a familiar figure — one he would often dream of — the captain of the Golden Dream, "Iceberg Vice Admiral" Edwina.

"Captain!" Daniz nearly cried out.

He instinctively took a defensive stance and reminded Edwina to be careful of Gehrman Sparrow — that guy was a lunatic, a lunatic with real power.

"This is your dream!" Edwina calmly reminded the overreacting Daniz.

Right, I'm dreaming — what's there to worry about. Daniz casually glanced around the inn room, identical to reality — even that wretched fat rabbit was still sprawled on the sofa.

Wait! A rabbit? Daniz turned his head with a stiff face and saw Tu Ba Ge looking around in surprise.

It seemed curious about everything in this dream, having to peek at every spot and even reaching out a paw to tap twice.

"How — how did you appear in my dream?"

Daniz stared at Tu Ba Ge with an ugly expression, his tone stiff.

"A nightmare charm!"

"If I hadn't seen you suddenly fall into a deep sleep, I wouldn't have wasted a charm entering your boring dream."

Tu Ba Ge curled his lip, speaking in a tone of 'I took a big loss.'

"You still have nightmare charms? Don't you have a few too many mystical items on you?"

Daniz glared at Tu Ba Ge with a terrible expression — damn it! A rabbit was actually richer than me, a great pirate worth 4,200 pounds!

Edwina looked at Tu Ba Ge curiously, then withdrew her gaze and said:

"You are Tu Ba Ge?"

"As an animal, do you have any different reactions to consuming magic potions compared to humans? Have your extraordinary abilities changed?"

"Huh?" Tu Ba Ge tugged at his drooping ears, somewhat regretting entering this stupid pirate's dream — how was his captain just as annoying as the people of the Church of Knowledge? I'm just a rabbit, not an extraordinary animal researcher!

"Ahem~"

"Captain, you simulated the nightmare ability to enter my dream — is there some matter?"

Daniz coughed lightly twice, pulling Edwina's attention back to himself.

(End of this chapter)