I Have a Sailing Game

But for the Gelin, it’s all just a trivial matter.

Not to mention that there’s a Captain Calamity on board who can control calamities.

Even the Gelin itself, with the blessings of Deep Sea Rigid Wood and Fish Shell Ship Clothing, fears no storm or wave.

They even sink the ship into the sea when bored, to enjoy the sea’s scenery.

Rogel’s recent routine is just fishing and keeping an eye on Magrela’s faith development.

It’s worth mentioning, ever since Sharo’s promotion, Rogel’s faith has increased significantly.

After they’ve sailed for nearly a month and a half, the faith interface has seen considerable changes.

[Faith Source: Heisatan (Your Clone)]

[Available: Summoning of Believers, Creation Prayer, Believer Promotion, Performing Miracles... (click to view details)]

[Favored: None]

[Power of Faith: 4507]

[Fanatic Believers: 25]

[Devout Believers: 166]

[Believers: 743]

Heisatan’s believers are soon going to exceed three digits!

It seems that ever since the Black Tide Secret Society, under Sharo’s leadership, drove the Kizi Church out of Magrela, the Black Tide Secret Society occupying the entire island has begun to flourish.

Rogel’s decision was correct.

The current Black Tide Secret Society, if it uses the collected Power of Faith each day for Rapid Ripening of Heisatan’s Fuel, He will likely soon be able to rise to Angel Tier.

But of course, that’s impossible.

Rogel still needs to dedicate some of the Power of Faith to the development of the Black Tide Secret Society.

Whether it’s granting blessings to believers or enhancing their strength requires a considerable amount of Power of Faith.

Especially with more believers added.

Overall, things are getting better, Rogel can now allocate a portion to support Heisatan’s daily Fuel Acceleration.

"This acceleration can also be used on myself... it’s just a bit wasteful."

The Power of Faith has great use, a wide range, and besides high consumption, it has almost no flaws.

But he can’t afford to indulge in such luxury yet.

"Rogel, we’ve reached the Mist Edge."

Lina’s reminder came through.

Rogel rose from the chair and walked out the door.

In sight, was a haze of gray.

Almost none of the characteristics can be discerned, but everyone has no doubt about the danger within.

This is the consensus of all intelligent life on this land.

"Boundary Mist..."

In the Mysterious Sea, there are two types of mist, one is the Wandering Mist and the other is the Boundary Mist here.

Though similar, they have fundamental differences, which can be seen from their names.

The Wandering Mist randomly appears in various sea areas, containing the unknown, possibly a teleportation place like the Penance Strait, or dangerous monsters.

As for the Boundary Mist, its greatest characteristic is... Misleading!

Once entering the sea area within the Boundary Mist, most pointers will fail, and the unknown forces cause people to lose their sense of direction, making it hard to ensure the right path even on turning back.

This is why the Mire of Decay exists within.

Because within here, the power of the Sea of Confession’s believers struggles to reach, plus the Sea of Confession’s faith spirits aren’t of one mind, naturally, they no longer pursue the Extraordinary.

Of course, there are also many hidden dangers and treasures within, depending on who has the fate to acquire them.

Rogel exhaled and took out the Secret Leaf from his Item Inventory.

Two exquisite circular patterns adorned the top.

This is the guide function added by the Tree of Life for him, one representing time, the other direction.

By walking the right path at the right time, they won’t get lost in the Boundary Mist...

Now, the time hasn’t arrived, need to wait.

"It’s not time yet."

Rogel put down the Secret Leaf in his hand.

...

Rustle, rustle.

Flames rose on the Gelin’s deck.

Lina set up a grill, then bent over to look at the ground.

Noemi was just watching below the flames.

"It really won’t catch fire, so amazing."

Noemi sighed.

They had heard at the shipyard while the boss introduced that Deep Sea Rigid Wood won’t catch fire, and now it is indeed the case.

Even when brushing off the black ash and embers from the Deep Sea Rigid Wood, it’s still intact.

Just this aspect warrants its high price.

[You caught: Oyster ×1.]

Thud.

A giant oyster was hauled up by Rogel, heavy as it landed on the deck.

"Tsk, this ’Vision’ ability, when used to fish for ordinary things like this, is really accurate."

Rogel shrugged.

He used the ability [Fishing Vision] almost every time he went fishing.

After all, the upper limit of the Mysterious Sea is not like that of a fishing pond; its limit is very high.

If Rogel used the vision and pointed to a special artifact, there might be a chance to fish out the strongest special artifact in this world.

Of course, there’s a probability, but how much, nobody knows.

At least for Rogel, who’s unlucky, after fishing for several months, his rod was about to smoke, yet he hadn’t fished up anything good.

Plenty of junk, though.

However, it’s the same category as his "vision," this ability is still quite honest and hasn’t deceived him.

"Wow! Such a big oyster, how much garlic would that need!"

Noemi’s eyes lit up.

On the Gelin, they occasionally held gatherings, and Rogel would fiddle with new things.

Garlic butter baked oysters, for instance, Noemi had eaten it before, and she quite liked it.

"It seems we’re almost out of garlic."

Rogel touched his chin and then looked over to the little elf happily eating cake at the table.

"Hehe..."

Rogel came over to her, rubbing his hands together.

"Eek!"

Iya was startled and instinctively shrank back a bit, appearing nervous.

"You big... big meanie, what do you want to do?"

Rogel was a bit speechless: "Am I that scary?"

"I just wanted you to rapidly ripen some garlic."

When she heard his words, Iya put her hands on her hips and turned her head away sulkily: "No, no, garlic is yucky, I don’t like it, no!"

"I’ll make you a new dessert!"

"How much do you need?"

The little elf, upon hearing the words "new dessert," immediately turned her head, looking determined.

"..."

Rogel couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

This little elf, like a dog’s face, changes expressions faster than a book.

Soon, the two of them agreed on a price.

"Also need some chili peppers and scallions, plus some bay leaves."

Rogel yelled, pushing his luck a bit.

But Iya obviously didn’t care about that anymore, as long as there were new desserts, she’d even be willing to be Rogel’s dog!

"New dessert, new dessert... Hehe..."

Bang!

"Ouch..."

Enjoying the delicious food, the little elf didn’t pay attention and bumped her head on the door frame.

...

"Roar roar!"

The little dragon was circling around Rogel constantly, occasionally tugging at his pant leg, looking at him pleadingly.

"Treasure Pearl? What’s that thing useful for..."

Rogel could understand part of its meaning, feeling a bit speechless.

The little elf being a foodie was understandable; one might even say the two were of the same ilk.

But the little dragon and Uvie Muzhe’s love for treasures was something he couldn’t quite grasp.

The Treasure Pearl was something to look at, not to eat, and the little dragon had nowhere to spend it; its only use was to look nice.

[You fished up: Jade Pearl ×1.]

"Go, go, go, off you go now."

Rogel handed it to it and then sent it off.

The Gelin remained busy.

The weather today was quite cooperative, basically calm seas, no rain or wind.

After a while, they finally welcomed the time to eat a feast.

Thanks to Rogel’s fishing, delicious seafood like lobsters, abalones, and oysters were never in short supply.

And in this world, the variety of seafood was extremely abundant, some even gigantic, like the oyster Rogel had fished up before.

It was called the "oyster" because it was really as big as a cow’s stomach.

"Here, eat more."

Lina flicked her finger, and her dagger automatically carried the roasted oyster to Rogel.

Rogel, seeing this, gave her a peculiar look.

"What, are you tired of eating it?"

Lina looked at him, puzzled.

Alright, it seems I got the wrong idea.

Rogel shrugged, took the oyster, and started to chow down.

Everyone on the Gelin ate and drank.

Time slowly passed by.