Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 338 Battle of Gods
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In the waters of the Rorsted Archipelago, in a small port with an attached fishing village, the lower cabin of the "Future".

Frank Lee rolled up his sleeves, folded his arms, and carefully examined the pieces of pork in front of him.

The pork is full in color, evenly fat and lean, and has a delicate texture. Some parts of the pork have traces of green and brown. If you look closely at the red meat, you can see unique vein-like patterns.

Frank reached out and touched, pinched, and squeezed the pork. The pork was juicy but not bloody.

Mr. Frank, who had been honored as "Abundant" by the Aurora Society and some people in Silver City, looked at the piece of pork up and down, then looked around and saw the cabin full of formed pork, green pork, unformed pork, white fat, and pork that had not yet been picked and was beginning to sprout. He said to the "craftsman" Sharf beside him:
"Yes, this experiment has made some progress. Thanks to you for reminding me that 'it is not necessary to grow the whole pig', as long as the edible parts of the pig are grown."

“Not only does this shorten the growth time, it also allows me to focus the nutrients on the meat.”

"I used pork and plant cells for fusion culture. Both items are non-aggressive, do not need to have other functions, and will not produce biological toxins. With the previous experimental cases of apples and chickens, I finally found the right route this time."

"It is said that those hungry people have obtained basic living security through mushrooms, so the next step is to pursue the taste, variety and texture of food... I was thinking, sometimes, in order to fill your stomach in the wilderness, you need to carry dry food or hunt wild animals, which is too troublesome. If you can carry this gene and use yourself or other things as a petri dish for direct cultivation, wouldn't it be much easier?"

"Uh, how does it taste?"

Beside him, the "craftsman" Sharf was using a frying pan with a complicated expression, frying a piece of cut mature pork in the pan with onions. His appearance had changed greatly from when he just escaped from Intis. The heavy work made him have no time to pursue gorgeous clothes and delicious food, and also made his body quickly become strong and look much healthier.

After being assigned to work with Frank Lee, on the overly macho pirate ship where there was no woman to pursue, his image became even more like a pirate, with messy stubble, dark circles under his eyes, and greasy hair that hadn't been washed for weeks tied back in a messy bun.

Frank came over and watched the pork being coated with breadcrumbs and fried until golden on both sides. Then Charles cut it with a kitchen knife. The muscle texture inside the cut was clear and beautiful, and juice seeped out with a slight squeeze. It looked extremely delicious.

The room was filled with aroma, and even Charles, who witnessed the entire process of the birth of pork, had to swallow his saliva.

Frank took a piece away with his fork with great interest, put one hand under it, and took a big bite: "It smells good... and tastes good too. I haven't tasted a higher-grade pork chop. What do you think?"

"...Based on your taste, flavor and cost, you can open a big restaurant in Trier."

Charles also ate the other half, and even felt a little unsatisfied. He felt the deliciousness and happiness in this piece of pork, as if he saw his wonderful life before leaving Trier, so much so that his eyes became greedy when he looked at the other pieces of pork.

He has been working with Frank for some time. He has seen apples that can run on the ground and make noises, mushrooms that can eat people and monsters and produce milk, fish, and beef, beef-flavored mashed potatoes that can automatically multiply about three times as long as they are watered, and wheat cows that are being cultivated. In comparison, plant pork is so harmless that it makes people want to cry.

"How about this, we study and observe for a while, and also give it to other people on the ship to try, to see if there will be any side effects due to race, physique, and route. If it is safe, then we can contact Mr. X of the Aurora Society."

The texture and taste were better than expected, and the simplest cooking method was still delicious. Frank also suppressed the urge to have another piece, but unfortunately, the pork in front of him was still a laboratory product, a precious sample, and he couldn't eat too much.

He couldn't help but fantasize: "It would be great if I could get some more spiritual power from the 'Singer' path, or some blessed items, from Mr. X. Extraordinary items with purification abilities are very popular at sea... Unfortunately, the captain said that Ms. D has found another job near her home, and she won't be visiting the 'Future' again in the short term..."

"By the way, Frank, why don't you try making something else?"

Sharf suddenly had an idea:
"Since you farmers can crossbreed plants and animals, can you make guns and ammunition grow out of the ground?"

"Weapons are the product of war and sacrifice, not a symbol of abundance." Frank shook his head. "I heard from the captain that the high-sequence of you 'Comprehensives' will cause an entire piece of land to lose its vitality. You absorb the power of the land to create alchemical puppets. This is a blasphemy against the land and the harvest. But you are my friend, and I will not let you return to the earth."

Sharf rubbed his arms. He raised this question because the improvement task assigned to him by the Pilgrimage Cult had not been completed, and the factory said that the spiritual thermal weapons were in short supply. But after Frank said this, he had to give up this lazy idea:

"Let's not talk about that anymore. Let's talk about the improvement direction of plant-based pork."

"No problem! I have an idea. Next, how about trying to grow pork chops directly out of the ground?"

"…Forget it. Not everyone likes pork chops, and it might be a waste. The pork we have now is already very good.…"

Some crew members were also attracted by the aroma emanating from the lower cabin. Although Frank had gradually launched many safer, more harmless and healthier products, no one would have much interest in the mushrooms and potatoes growing all over the decks and corridors, not to mention the apples running on the ground.

"Go and sort things out with Frank?" The second mate sniffed the alluring aroma in the air and whispered to the others.

"No hurry," replied the boatswain, "it will certainly appear in the mess hall."

At this time, somewhere outside the fishing village, green vines rapidly retracted, as if they were growing backwards.

"Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya walked out, her eyes deep purple mixed with silver.

The illusory whispers from the "Hidden Sage" still echoed in her ears, but it was no longer as unbearable as before. Wherever she looked, she saw countless swimming figures of indescribable shapes, like thick curtains of shadows, and invisible sights coming from nowhere.

Compared with the past, she could vaguely see the unknown existence hidden behind the curtain, and could witness moons of different colors in the sky. They were blood red, silver, dark brown, or dark blue, like eyes gazing at the earth.

Cattleya's mind buzzed for a moment, and she quickly looked away, not daring to look again.

She has analyzed the blood of the "Snake of Fate", completed the ritual, and gained divinity, becoming Sequence 4 of the "Mysterious Peeper" path, the "Mysticist"!
However, she remembered that the Queen had warned her:

Among all the Sequence 4s of the twenty-two paths, the "occidentalist" is the "profession" that is most likely to encounter danger, because one will often see things that should not be seen, hear sounds that should not be heard, and touch secrets that should not be touched. Therefore, if an "occidentalist" wants to live a long life, he must know how to restrain his curiosity and control his corresponding behavior.

Cattleya took off the heavy glasses clipped on her clothes and put them on her nose, but the things that did not belong to the real world did not disappear.

She curled her lips half in self-mockery and half in satisfaction, knowing that this item could no longer seal her Eye of Prying Eyes.

She closed her eyes, then opened them again. Her eyes had turned dark, no longer the mysterious deep purple and silver.

Huh... Cattleya breathed a sigh of relief and slowly walked towards the "Future", as if she had just got off the ship for a walk.

She had no intention of spreading the news that she had become a demigod, nor did she think of quickly becoming the third king of the sea. To her, this was one of her trump cards in a dangerous world that she would not throw out easily.

Now, she finally has the qualifications to contact the survivors of "Elemental Dawn" and finally has the capital to cooperate...

Suddenly, her spirit began to shake violently. The mumbling of the "Hidden Sage" which had been fading away and almost inaudible suddenly became louder and surrounded her, as if there was a distant voice hidden behind the layers of mumbling.

Cattleya instinctively felt that if she could listen to a few words of that voice, her "Mysticist" potion would definitely be digested in a short time, but it was this knowledge that made her even more terrified. The ancient voice seemed to have traveled through time and space, coming from an extremely distant and empty place. Cattleya, who had just been promoted to an unstable spiritual state, was terrified. She whispered almost at the same time:

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

After reciting the honorific name, before the voice echoing in the wilderness reached Cattleya's ears, the red light swallowed her up like a tide.

A second before the astral body went before the gods, Cattleya turned her head and saw the blue of the sea and the silver of the sky boiling violently like boiling water. The sea level at the end of the field of vision fluctuated, and an unprecedented tsunami was brewing.

……

North Sonia Sea, onboard the Blue Avenger.

The ghost ship from the Fourth Epoch was thrown up and down in the huge waves that were as big as a mountain. Alger Wilson's feet left the ground and floated behind the window of the captain's room. He tried his best to spread his spirituality and stabilize the ship.

A huge wave hit, and the hull of the "Blue Avenger" tilted dangerously. Then a strong wind whistled on the tilted side, and an extremely unpleasant song came from the wind, which forcibly straightened the ghost ship.

But a few unlucky sailors still fell into the sea and were swallowed by the huge waves without a sound. Alger was already covered in water, not only from the heavy rain-like sea water, but also from the cold sweat caused by his repeated brushes with death.

He had already digested part of the "Ocean Songster" potion and was barely holding on in the tsunami. A week ago, he reported to the Church of Storms and used his previously accumulated merits to exchange for a portion of the "Wind-loving" potion and successfully consumed it. In other words, in the official data, his sequence had been raised to 6. Of course, he had to digest the "Wind-loving" potion again, but it was not difficult.

Even after becoming Sequence 5, Alger only had a brief respite from the natural disaster. Without this covert promotion, he would most likely have been killed in the shipwreck!
The remaining sailors tied themselves tightly to the boat and prayed loudly to the Lord of Storms in the wind and waves, but their prayers did not receive the mercy of the gods. The former "Sea Lovers" and "Wind Lovers" were just like ordinary people who encountered wind and waves. Without exception, they all felt the violence of the sea and the sky. Even if they were sailors and could move freely in the sea, it would be useless. With such big waves and such a turbulent sea, even if Alger, the "Ocean Singer", jumped down, he might be swept by the sea and hit a reef and smashed to pieces!

The sky was gloomy, the sun had disappeared, and the only thing lighting up the world was the silvery white lightning.

Lightning illuminated the huge waves, and for a moment, Alger had the illusion that he was in a land forsaken by the gods.

He was not lost, as there was a port dozens of kilometers away. However, he was not sure whether he could get there alive with the "Blue Avenger", and he was even less sure whether the island was still there. According to the wind and waves, the island should have been swallowed up!
At this moment, Alger suddenly felt a chilling and terrifying breath crawling up his back, like a cold snake crawling along his spine. Alger was horrified. He saw it. He saw bottomless darkness spreading from the end of his vision and from his back. Wherever it passed, the sky turned into the gate of the underworld. Huge skulls and countless babies' hands rose from the sea. An extremely huge old-fashioned steamship seemed to be sailing from another world. Shadowy spirits were hovering above it, and countless illusory human figures came and went.

The hull was rusty, covered with countless barnacles and shellfish, and seaweed covered every corner.

The sculpture on the bow had lost its head, like a beheaded person. Lightning illuminated the sky again, and several Runic characters that seemed to be written in blood were faintly visible under the layers of marine life.

"Laurel"!
"The Sinking of the Laurel"!
Countless relevant information flashed through Alger's mind in an instant.

This ship was heading to the Balam Empire during the colonial period...

The ship looted a large amount of property. It was clearly on a safe route, but it mysteriously sank in the violent sea and could not be salvaged...

From the perspective of mysticism, combined with the information provided by the Tarot Club, it is probably because too many spiritual items related to the "God of Death" were plundered, so that it resonated with the remaining power of the "God of Death" in the violent sea, causing it to sink...

So, now that the ship has resurfaced, who salvaged it and who is driving it?
Alger felt his vitality rapidly decreasing. He finally stopped caring about hiding his strength and the other people on the Blue Avenger. He immediately closed his eyes and prayed in his heart:

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

The moment he was engulfed by the red light, Alger saw the large ship carrying the undead approaching him in endless darkness. His crew members were caught in the darkness by the entwined vines and the arms of babies in fear, and he fell off the ship and landed in the sea.

TBC
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Double update.

(End of this chapter)