I Have a Sailing Game

Rogel found that the Little Elf has quite a large appetite.

She especially loves sweet food.

Although she looks tiny, she eats quite a lot and doesn’t waste any.

Her favorites are Rogel’s strawberry cake and strawberry candied haws.

"You’re really nice, you big meanie!"

After making some more desserts for the Little Elf, she flew away satisified, back to her tiny nest.

Rogel looked at her helplessly, then returned to his fishing spot on the deck.

"Let’s see if I can catch anything good."

Rogel had a lot of trouble to solve.

But he couldn’t rush it, and could only take things one step at a time.

He also pinned his hopes on his Fishing Skill, hoping to catch something that could change his fate.

...

[You caught: Donkey-headed Perch ×1.]

Plop plop.

As it turns out, when fishing enthusiasts are not skunked, they usually don’t catch anything big.

During the dozens of days of voyage, Rogel found time to sit and fish on the deck.

But not a single treasure was caught.

However, he did encounter plenty of pirates.

During this time, the Gelin had two pirate encounters, one involving a pirate quite famous in the Sea of Confession.

"Hammerhead Shark Mahart, notorious Pirate Captain in the Weston Sea Area, bounty of 230 Gold Coins, kills without mercy, spares neither the elderly nor children..."

"You’ve got some nerve..."

Rogel crossed his legs, leisurely casting his line as he spoke.

Bound tightly, Mahart broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing Rogel’s words.

"Sir... you’re joking..."

Two Armored Bone Spirits stood with knives beside him, making him too scared to move.

No hatred, no anger, only endless fear filled his heart.

The only other emotion was regret.

How foolish I am, really, why did I provoke this seemingly ordinary adventure ship?

Now, it’s all gone, the fleet wiped out instantly, and I’ve been captured by shadowy black tentacles onto the ship, becoming a prisoner...

Though the ship seemed calm now, Mahart knew how terrifying its true nature was.

Thunderstorms and tsunamis blocked out the sun, flying bloody scalpels, arrows piercing big ships, punches turning vessels to dust, and sinister magic that kills silently...

Oh heavens, the ship is full of legendary Witch Demons, all beings strictly forbidden by the Church!

Mahart was in despair, his heart crying out.

Rogel remained silent.

Bone Spirit approached, reaching its skeletal hand over Mahart’s trembling figure to retrieve a bizarre little object, then stepped forward, half kneeling before Rogel to present it.

Rogel reached out, picked it up, and examined it carefully.

[You acquired: Black Bone Sea Monster Mark ×1.]

[Black Bone Sea Monster Mark]

[Type: Weapon·Extraordinary]

[Quality: Purple]

[Attack Power: 1/28(Physics/Magic)]

[Special Effect: Increases the prayer damage of the Black Bone Sea Monster you invoke.]

[Negative Effect: Susceptible to mental influence.]

[Explanation: The Black Bone Sea Monster, a mysterious presence in the Weston Sea Area, leads many fishermen to toss offerings into the water for safety during their voyages.]

Though his power was insignificant compared to Rogel and his companions, it wasn’t Mahart that caught his interest.

What intrigued him was the Black Bone Sea Monster.

It was Mahart’s use of the Mark and Prayer that spared him from immediate disposal.

"The Black Bone Sea Monster is the mainstream Faith in the Weston Sea Area?"

Rogel asked aloud.

Upon hearing Rogel mention the Black Bone Sea Monster by name, Mahart instinctively trembled.

To dare to call Its name directly...

But soon he realized his current situation.

No concern for Black Bone or not, if he didn’t talk, he’d be dead now...

Thinking this, Mahart shook his head resolutely, "No, sir, It is a Mysterious presence that brings disaster to places where the disrespectful travel in the Weston Sea Area."

"In general, those of us in piracy often turn to Its Faith, using Its circulated Prayers..."

"When we go out to sea, we place meat offerings on the bow to toss them into the water in hopes of safe passage..."

Rogel waved him off, "So, are there now two mainstream Faiths in the Weston Sea Area? What do people on Magrela Island mainly believe?"

"Well... Magrela Island is a free isle, with no restrictions on the faith of the islanders..."

Mahart cautiously replied.

"Anything else to say?"

"Well... yes. But I hope you take this news into consideration..." Mahart was full of smiles, his stance humbly submissive.

[Revert Technique]

After re-entering the game, Rogel remained quiet, glancing at him before contemplating.

Bone Spirit promptly hoisted Mahart.

"Wait, wait! I have important information! I’ll speak, I’ll speak! Ah!"

Despite his constant cries for mercy, he was thrown into the sea.

Splash!

Before he could struggle, a dark silhouette emerged from the depths, swallowing him whole.

This was a subordinate creature summoned by Heisatan, convenient for disposing of waste.

"Don’t you want to hear what he wanted to say?"