I Have a Sailing Game

"It really does retain some spiritual quality..."

Rogel chuckled, watching the Echo of the Martyr with considerable interest.

As for this somewhat disgusting yet abstract weapon, Rogel naturally had little interest.

At his level, weapons of this type could play only a minor role.

However, the Echo of the Martyr couldn’t be said to be useless to him.

The spiritual quality it retained might provide Rogel with some desired information.

"You probably don’t want to stay in this Calamity Sea Area, do you?"

Rogel looked at it, smiling.

"I’ll ask you a few questions, answer honestly, and if you satisfy me, I’ll let you leave here, maybe even find a suitable contract seal for you..."

After speaking, Rogel slowly restrained his smile.

"But if you play dumb or don’t cooperate..."

"Then I’ll crush your rotten head..."

"Okay... okay..." Echo of the Martyr was clearly terrified of Rogel, and that stammering way of speaking could still answer quickly.

...

A moment later.

Rogel furrowed his brows, took out a large jar, stuffed the Echo of the Martyr inside, and placed it into the Black Tide Space.

It must be said, this thing was indeed quite disgusting.

Who knows if some Black Tide Believer would want this strange head as a weapon...

But these matters were not important to him anymore.

His thoughts were on the information provided by the Echo of the Martyr just now.

The Calamity Sea Area might not always have been in its current state.

This could be seen from the past experiences of the Echo of the Martyr.

[Echo of the Martyr] was a weapon artificially created.

And its creators were a group of people called the Martyrs... no, they couldn’t be called people. They came from a special race called Gong’Er, similar to humans, and could be referred to as the Gong’Er people.

The Gong’Er people were very special. They did not have powerful innate abilities like Giant Dragons or Elves. On the contrary, they were born with various defects.

Missing limbs, crooked mouths, slanted noses, deformities, etc., were all characteristics of the Gong’Er people.

They served an ancient god for generations and honored offering their vibrant life force, hence the name Martyrs.

They seemed to have created the Echo of the Martyr for some wartime purpose.

Subsequently, a disaster struck, turning the entire Gong’Er race and the Martyrs into part of the seawater in the Calamity Sea Area.

This information partly came from the Echo of the Martyr and partly from Rogel’s inference.

"It seems that civilization once existed in this sea area..."

"Could the source of the great tide’s pollution be the god worshipped by the Gong’Er people?"

"Did the corpse fluid of that god after death affect the entire Calamity Sea Area and even the surrounding Five Great Seas?"

Combining the items previously obtained from Hive Reef Mountain, Rogel quickly made such a conjecture in his heart.

However, he still couldn’t confirm it now.

"I’ll cast a few more lines and see."

Rogel dropped the fishing hook again.

Although the Echo of the Martyr on the first cast was somewhat disgusting, it did yield a bit.

But clearly, the subsequent harvest was not as Rogel expected.

[You reeled in: Rotten Clump ×1]

[You reeled in: Hair ×135]

[You reeled in...]

A series of nauseating catches quickly extinguished Rogel’s desire to continue fishing.

It seemed difficult to catch anything interesting from here anymore.

After the Power of Destruction turned this fishing rod to ashes, Rogel continued onward.

He still advanced based on the vague guidance in his inference.

Shortly after, a prompt sounded as Rogel officially entered the Sea of Calamity.

[You have entered the Sea of Calamity.]

And next, the scenes within the Sea of Calamity became even more nauseating and grotesque.

Rotting monster corpse fragments, pouring, flowing pus and blood, maggots and flies, and plump worms crawling among them...

Moreover, the Sea of Calamity had layers of waves and tides.

This caused the already rotting, mud-like viscous liquid beneath the Sea of Calamity to be churned up, emanating waves of white mist and heat...

The entire Sea of Calamity looks like a drunkard’s vomit being poured back into a pot and boiled into porridge...

Rogel frowned as he watched, his Spiritual Power also sensed numerous signs of life below this sea area.

From a distance, faint sounds of insane roars and the intertwining of flesh could also be heard.

Clearly, there are quite a few monsters here as well.

The sky showed no sign of the sun, and all he could see was a dim, yellowish gloom.

Crash—

Suddenly, a sticky giant wave swept in.

Countless polluted, deformed monsters were swept along, mixed with the already nauseating seawater, and just a glance was enough to inflict severe mental disturbance.

This mental disturbance is not just a metaphor.

Ever since entering this sea area, Rogel truly felt a foul force continuously trying to invade his body and Spirit.

It wanted to devour his sanity, to assimilate him into a part of this place.

Of course, this was of no use to Rogel.

But it also showed that the root of the Black Tide’s pollution indeed originated from this sea area.

"Roar!"

At this moment, the entire Sea of Calamity seemed to be in a frenzied state.

Boom—

Rogel clenched his virtual hand, directly crushing a bulky monster blocking his way, the stinking blood splattered, and countless grotesque maggots emerged from the nearby sea surface, wriggling in the bath of pus and blood, jubilant.

After enveloping himself securely with the Black Tide Power, Rogel quickly headed forward.

Not long after, Rogel abruptly stopped.

He looked at the decaying wooden high wall connecting heaven and earth in front of him, his pupils involuntarily contracting.

On this high wall, a crack was extremely conspicuous.

Pale red corpse water gurgled from this crack, flowing into the Sea of Calamity below.

Around the crack were numerous pulsating blood sacs resembling hearts, and the high wall seemed to have undergone a pathological change like skin.

And in front of this high wall, innumerable monsters were densely packed.

Crash—

A blood sac suddenly festered, spilling countless pus, and a corpse monstrosity pieced together from corpse parts fell into the Sea of Calamity along with the blood rain.

"Wooah—"

Among them, an enormous monster was particularly striking.

It looked like a blood flesh anemone, with countless sticky tendrils waving atop its head, the limbs below stirring the ocean, causing wave after giant wave.

"This is the direct cause of the Black Tide..."

After a moment of inference, Rogel opened his eyes and directly killed the monster with the Power of Destruction.

It was precisely because of this blood flesh anemone’s periodic agitation that the entire Calamity Sea Area was abnormal, thus affecting the peripheral Five Great Seas, forming the Black Tide.

However, this too was only treating the symptoms, not the root cause.

The source of the pollution came from the corpse water in the high wall crack, and if this wasn’t removed, the blood flesh anemone might form again.

Rogel let out a breath, looking up at the high wall ahead.

This high wall completely isolated his Spiritual Power and also blocked inference, as if it was beyond reach no matter what.

"Corpse water..." Rogel suddenly recalled this term, his brows furrowing: "Something’s not right."

To verify his suspicion, he swiftly circled around the high wall, even going beneath the Sea of Calamity.

Above this "wall," it was the same as below the starry sky, impossible to enter.

The same went for below.

But, in the left and right directions, Rogel penetrated the mist, seeing the "corner" of the high wall.

After advancing along the corner for an unknown length of time, Rogel returned to the original place, once again arriving before the high wall crack.

At this time, he already understood that what he faced was not a high wall at all, but a coffin burying the dead!

"No wonder."

Rogel had long suspected, so he was not particularly surprised.

It seems that it was precisely the crack appearing on this coffin that caused the Calamity Sea Area to become as plagued by pollution as it is today, indirectly resulting in the Black Tide of the Five Great Seas.

The eye fleeing in the sky above the Five Great Seas must also have come from this coffin.

"Is a True God buried here?"

Rogel couldn’t help but feel a bit suspicious.

But soon, he felt something amiss.

The death of a True God also requires the body to be placed in a coffin?

After death, the body is placed in a coffin; this seemingly normal concept is most peculiar when applied to a True God.