I Have a Sailing Game

[You have entered the Boundary Mist.]

[Due to the special nature of this Boundary Mist, it will no longer possess the Mist Tide.]

After dealing with the matters on Ozuric Island, Rogel didn’t linger but directly followed the guidance of inference, arriving amidst the Boundary Mist pointed to by the source of pollution.

Along the way, he casually slaughtered many bizarre pollution monsters, some of which were quite powerful, and among their drops was the previously acquired [Thin Filthy Corpse Water].

Upon entering the mist, Rogel didn’t immediately notice anything unusual.

To avoid any mishaps, he still concentrated to conjure a Fog-clearing Lamp, slowly advancing amidst the embrace of the Black Tide.

Rogel’s spiritual power expanded, observing everything around him.

As he progressed, he keenly sensed that the seawater below seemed to be becoming more and more turbid.

The filthy black and red unknown substances were increasing, some pieces of corpses interspersed among them, making the whole sea increasingly viscous.

The murk within the Mire of Decay was mere superficial compared to this.

Moreover, the further Rogel ventured, the stranger this sea area became, with a faint smell of rot continually trying to invade his nostrils.

But fortunately, as a demigod, Rogel could perfectly shield himself from these.

However, there was still a visual impact.

"Is this the Calamity Sea Area that Old Medicine Ding mentioned?"

At that moment, Rogel recalled the information he had obtained during his conversation with Old Medicine Ding.

At the time, he didn’t pay much attention, and in his subsequent experiences, he had never seen the Calamity Sea Area.

Unexpectedly, here it was on his path to find the source of pollution.

Whirr...

Wisps of fire began to burn on the sea’s surface, releasing the smell of scorched meat mixed with the stench of decay, the scent was quite overpowering.

At this moment, the sea beneath Rogel no longer felt like a sea at all.

The seawater occupied only a minority, with most being some viscous, putrid liquids, extremely disgusting.

The floating grease served as perfect fuel, hence the continuous rise of flames.

Were an ordinary person to witness this scene, they would probably pinch their nose and attempt to leave as quickly as possible.

But Rogel was clearly not an ordinary person.

After stroking his chin, he let out a chuckle.

"Shouldn’t I cast a line?"

Newbie anglers complain about the conditions, but seasoned anglers have already drawn their rods.

Saying this, he rummaged through his Item Inventory and casually pulled out a fishing rod.

"I wonder what can be fished up in this Calamity Sea Area."

"Let’s try."

As Rogel prepared, this thought crossed his mind.

Soon, he was floating in the air, with the Black Tide below thoughtfully condensing into a lounge chair.

Rogel also pulled out some fruit snacks from his Item Inventory, placing them at his side, and then reclined comfortably, beginning to enjoy and wait.

He naturally concealed the unpleasant smell of the Calamity Sea Area, otherwise, these foods would likely taste off.

His purpose, of course, wasn’t primarily fishing, but finding the source of pollution.

However, the inference results made him vaguely feel that this wasn’t something he could handle now.

Moreover, even if he turned back now, the ship on Ozuric Island probably wasn’t finished.

So, he might as well take this opportunity to cast a few lines here, and see what peculiarities the Calamity Sea Area held...

Buzzing...

Soon, there was movement on the fishing rod.

Something was hooked.

Rogel unhesitatingly picked up the rod and reeled it in.

[You have caught: Echo of the Martyr ×1.]

Splosh—

Accompanied by the plummet of sticky decay matter, a head covered in slime and maggots, with an expression of mad screaming, was fished up by Rogel.

Seeing this, Rogel couldn’t help but twitch his lips.

Though he was mentally prepared for what might be fished up in the Calamity Sea Area, when the first catch was a rotten head, he was still at a loss for words.

However, as a demigod level being, no matter how terrifying and hideous this head appeared, it posed no difference to him.

The fearless Black Tide tendrils quickly and loyally lifted the rotten head for Rogel to examine its details.

[Echo of the Martyr]

[Type: Special Weapon]

[Quality: Golden]

[Special Effect ①: When the user sacrifices sufficient intelligence to this item, it will burn itself, inflicting corresponding pain and damage to the enemy.]

[Special Effect ②: This is a weapon of immense potential; the higher your tier and intelligence, the stronger its power becomes, potentially impacting across tiers.]

[Negative Effect: This item possesses no particular hazards, aside from devouring intelligence; its only hobby is whispering when the holder sleeps.]

[Explanation: The martyrs, sacrificing their vibrant lives, created this powerful special weapon. Its power is undeniable, provided you can tolerate its slimy texture and foul odor.]

"With... me..."

"Covenant..."

While Rogel was examining it carefully.

The rotten head suddenly twitched madly, emitting a hoarse, eerie voice, its eyes, bleached white by soaking, fixated on Rogel.

Form a contract? Could this rotten head retain some intelligence?

Rogel squinted slightly, letting out a small wisp of his demigod tier aura.

"Con... tract..."

Click click click...

Seemingly sensing something, a hint of panic appeared on the rotten face of the Echo of the Martyr, averting its gaze, teeth chattering, seemingly terrified.