I Have a Sailing Game

[Hei’s Soul (Unique): You can now control two clones and choose to fuse them with your main body. After the fusion, all aspects of your abilities will be greatly enhanced.]

"Fusion of the main body and the clone?"

Rogel was a bit surprised; he hadn’t actually expected this talent to be upgraded again, and to provide such a powerful effect.

The Heisatan clone was already at the Demigod Tier among the Faithful Creatures, and his current main body had also ascended to the Demigod Tier. If the two could be fused, the resulting strength would undoubtedly reach a terrifying level.

Moreover...

"I currently have two clone slots. Besides the fixed slot for Heisatan, there’s still a flexible slot, so..."

If he were to find another clone at around the Demigod Tier, he would have two Demigod clones. If they were fused with the main body at the same time...

Rogel wasn’t sure how much this would boost his power, but it certainly wouldn’t be a small increase.

"Just right, the Authority Power of the main body isn’t fully mastered yet. Perhaps I should actively seek those guys out..."

Thinking of this, Rogel had an idea.

However, before that, there were some matters he needed to handle.

"I didn’t expect this dream to have lasted so long..."

Rogel shook his head.

During the time he was slumbering, many changes had occurred within the territories of the Black Tide Secret Society, and the world had shifted. It was time for him to awaken...

...

Woo-woo——

White steam rose above the steamship as one ironclad giant ship after another, bearing the Black Tide Secret Society’s emblem, slowly set sail from the largest port of Scot.

At the harbor, a group of people watched the scene with curiosity.

Among them were well-dressed wealthy merchants, elegant ladies with graceful manners, and there were even demi-humans and some who looked bizarre and different from normal people.

Yet, the people of Scot seemed accustomed to this.

In fact, to some ladies, these former oddities were far from being as off-putting as certain smelly individuals in the crowd.

Of course, these were all minor details; people crowded the docks clearly not to debate who was more disagreeable.

"Steam used as power for ships... doesn’t seem very reliable, does it? Will Master Papua’s giant ship really be as amazing as she claims?"

"...Even though I respect Master Papua greatly, I’m really skeptical about this strange ship. Perhaps it won’t be long before it’ll be forced to stop... Good heavens, your feet stink, Master of the Black Tide above, please put your shoes on!"

"Tch... I actually think this steamship holds promise. After all, aren’t some factories starting to use this new technology now? If it was unfeasible, the Secret Society wouldn’t approve it..."

"Hmm, I heard that this steamship also used secret patterns and demon carving items... Tsk, I need to go back and ask my son what those terms mean..."

People buzzed around in discussions.

Whether it was the elegant ladies, the sweat-soaked workers, or the unkempt drifters and oddly dressed adventurers... they all became bystanders, debating the feasibility of this steamship.

However, those optimistic about it outnumbered the skeptics, especially considering that the Secret Society and Master Papua had introduced many useful new technologies over the years, benefiting many among them.

With long-term exposure, most of them had even begun to gradually adapt to the pace of changes in these seas.

As everyone focused their eyes on the distant steam giant ship.

Behind them, suddenly came a commotion.

"Who is it?"

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you pushing!"

"Damn it, that hurts!"

From a bird’s eye view, one could see a vicious-looking masked figure pushing through the crowd like a slippery eel, making his way rapidly toward the shore.

"Damn it! Don’t run!"

"When I catch you, I’ll shove your head up your ass!"

Quetidore’s towering, robust physique turned into a hindrance for him. If he exerted too much force, he might harm the ordinary people at the port.

"Knock off the yelling, do you think he’ll stop just because you tell him to?"

On the side, Fernar rolled his eyes, his body agile and light as he quickly maneuvered through the crowd beside Quetidore, rapidly closing in on the masked man.

"Move aside!"

With a startled exclamation, the masked man roughly shoved an unlucky lady into the ocean, then produced a shell, snapping it like castanets.

The next moment, ripples spread across the sea, waves gathered, and before long, a strange, sea urchin-like creature covered in spikes surfaced.

The masked man didn’t hesitate to leap onto it, as the spikes retracted immediately, clearing a flat area for him to stand steadily.

As he grabbed the two large spikes in front, the sea urchin paused briefly before creating massive waves, heading rapidly towards the steamship.

His target appeared to be the steamship.

"Out of the way!"

Fernar appeared at the dockside less than half a minute after the masked man left.

Watching the guy’s retreating figure, he took a deep breath.

"Best use you to test this demon carving tool!"

He snorted coldly, and in the blink of an eye amidst the crowd, he drew a refined handgun adorned with mysterious patterns. After swiftly loading it with bullets, he raised it without hesitation and pulled the trigger aimed at the masked man’s back.