I Have a Sailing Game

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, and the bullet swiftly sped towards the masked assailant.

However, sensing the danger, the masked figure twisted his body, narrowly avoiding the bullet fired by Fernar.

It missed!

The crowd at the port couldn’t help but shake their heads at this sight.

Seeing the situation, they naturally knew it was the work of the Secret Society, and that masked person was naturally the enemy.

But now, it seemed that Fernar’s final shot had also fallen short.

It seemed the masked man might escape...

"Heh!"

Holding a large sea urchin, the masked man sneered as he saw this.

A mere pistol bullet, hit me?

If it were that easy to hit me, I might as well smash my head on this sea urchin!

Yet, just after he sneered, a voice suddenly rose from where the bullet fell into the water.

His heart skipped a beat.

The next moment, something even more shocking happened.

The space twisted, and the black tide swiftly transformed into a shadowy figure, finally settling into the appearance of Fernar.

At this moment, he had already lifted his leg, staring intently at the masked man’s face.

The next moment...

Bang—

With the masked man’s scream, Fernar’s foot viciously kicked him in the face, sending him flying backward into the sea.

"Well done, Fernar!"

Just then, Quetidore, who had just squeezed out from the crowd at the port, saw this scene and shouted excitedly.

Subsequently, everyone saw this burly man, dressed in ragged worker’s clothes, pull out an exquisite black tie from his pocket and skillfully tie it around his neck.

...Although the two of them had come out on a mission without wearing the conspicuous black robes of the Black Tide Secret Society.

But his worker’s outfit paired with the exquisite black tie was still rather peculiar.

However, in the next second, the bystanders understood why Quetidore did so.

With a splash, black tides surged out of the tie, enveloping Quetidore entirely, transforming him instantly into a tall, pitch-black demonic shadow revealing only his pale blue eyes.

Quetidore bent his legs and leapt from the port, landing on the sea.

Yet his body did not sink, instead, he used his limbs, running like a beast, swiftly heading towards Fernar.

"Damn it... since you want to die so badly, I’ll grant your wish!"

The masked man, kicked off the sea urchin, had a ferocious expression.

The next moment, he bit off his own index finger, blood streaming down, and his eyes turned eerily void.

Soon after, the giant sea urchin he had summoned with shells underwent a bizarre transformation. In less than a breath, it morphed into a monster covered in sharp, grayish-white stone spines.

Accompanied by strange cries, numerous pale rocks appeared around this monster from thin air, stars flickering within, as if containing some eerie power.

Fernar furrowed his brows upon seeing this, his expression becoming solemn as he sensed the aura emanating from the monster.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Crack, crack...

As if pressed by an invisible giant hand, the monster’s spines were abruptly crushed, and the surrounding rocks crumbled into dust.

Moreover, the masked man coughed up blood, heavily injured, and passed out, slowly sinking into the sea.

As Fernar was taken aback, a voice entered his ears, making his whole body tremble.

"Fernar, come to the Grand Cathedral."

This calm and steady voice was all too familiar to Fernar. Although he hadn’t heard it in years, he still felt immense joy.

Responding, he advanced, with Quetidore’s help, retrieved the masked man, and headed towards the island.

The islanders at the port were shocked upon witnessing this, but couldn’t help but marvel; their trip was indeed worthwhile, witnessing such a grand spectacle...

...

"During your years of slumber, the surrounding seas have been very calm. Neither the Kizi Church nor the Natural Church has made any moves, and as for the Mother Goddess Church, there is no news. The only ones with ambitions are the forces of the Extreme Night Stars, and their small actions have never ceased."

Sharo said.

Mephisto’s dream was long, but from Rogel’s perspective, he only spent a few days inside.

But clearly, it was a dream during slumber, and time wasn’t synchronized with the Main World.

And Rogel was actually aware of most happenings within the Black Tide Secret Society.

After all, he had left Heisatan outside, numerous believers frequently praying, and Sharo had reported quite a few things.

Overall, there were no major troublesome events.

If anything, it was a good thing.

Inspired by Rogel, Papua, the Master Artisan, finally managed to combine his technology with new inspiration, launching a technological revolution across the entire Black Tide Secret Society seas.

Factories, trains, ships... creations combined with new technology appeared one after another, quickly transforming the lives of all islanders.

During these years, the rule of the Black Tide Secret Society also quickly solidified. Now, all islanders under its rule regard the Black Tide Secret Society as their sole faith, with no traces of the old Kizi Church left in the open.

Additionally, Magic Potion technology and Extraordinary Power thrived and even gave rise to new branches.

For instance, [Demon Carving Tools].

This was a newly developed branch by Papua and the Black Tide Academy’s Magic Potion research division.

In short, it involved engraving the power of Magic Potions into items using special techniques, granting them Extraordinary Power.

Since they are objects without intelligence, individuals who already possess Extraordinary Power can easily wield them.

Aside from minor side effects, they are extremely practical.

Additionally, there are new drugs co-developed by Lina and the Magic Potion research division...

In short, today, the Black Tide Secret Society’s governance has undergone monumental changes.

Factories have made production more convenient and efficient, steam-powered giant ships have accelerated trade speeds...

Young people from various industries have now become the mainstay of the Black Tide Secret Society and its governance and an indispensable part...

"Add some additional personnel appropriately."

Rogel nodded.

He naturally referred to the "Eye of the Secret Society."

This organization, proposed and planned by Chelegen in the Mire of Decay, had its headquarters opened by Sharo in the Scott Region.

After all, for dealing with rebels, compared to the Mire of Decay, the Scott Region in the Sea of Confession needed this intelligence and specialty personnel more.

Furthermore, Rogel had a premonition that after these years of calm and peaceful development... a storm was coming.

Before that, he had to be prepared.

They hadn’t conversed for long before Fernar arrived.

"Greetings, Archbishop Sharo, Archbishop Rogel."

Fernar saluted and greeted the two of them.

"Long time no see, Fernar." Rogel nodded and didn’t dawdle, immediately getting to the point: "There is something that may require you to take a trip."

"To the Balzato City-States in the Mire of Decay, Vic."

Saying this, Rogel smiled: "He should very much need your help."

"I see you haven’t had a good rest lately; you can also use this opportunity to take a break."

"Vic?" Fernar felt puzzled at the words.

While the passage between the Sea of Confession and the Mire of Decay wasn’t yet perfectly clear, under Rogel’s inference, a relatively safe route had already been found, making entry no difficult task.

Yet what puzzled Fernar was, exactly who is this Vic to garner such attention from Archbishop Rogel?