Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 56: Silver Ship Crossing the Sea, Advanced Reverberation

Returning to the lighthouse from the church, Lin Bo arranged the three relics he had obtained in order.

[Historical reverberations detected, sacrifice relics to retrieve the space-time slice collection.]

He did not rush, but held the things in his hands, trying to listen to what the relics had to say. The rings, jewelry boxes and rag dolls all told of their memories.

However, Lin Bo didn't detect a single sound from the Reverberations of History; this power remained completely silent to the True Name Mage. If it weren't for the Zongwang's prompt, he wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between the Reverberations Relic and other ancient artifacts.

"Confirm the sacrifice."

The remnants of the three relics were extracted one by one, then turned to dust, vanishing in the wind. Even gold, believed to be eternal and immortal, shattered, leaving no trace.

[Collected reverberations: Jie Ai Jewelry Box]

Reverberation level: Weak

Affinity: Gem 49%, Blood 30%, Disease 21%
Description: Before his death, the jeweler made a jewelry box for his daughter. He couldn't put real gold and silver jewelry in the box, so he could only fill it with some beautiful beach stones, but his daughter still liked it very much.

【Collected Resonance: Death Wedding Ring】

Reverberation level: Weak

Affinity: Misfortune 44%, Love 36%, Contract 20%
Description: A husband loses his right hand while competing in a folk swordfighting competition. His wife, working at a gold refinery, goes insane from inhaling mercury vapor. The husband buys gold and makes a ring for his wife, who wears it. Their relationship remains unchanged.

【Collected Resonance: Friend Puppet】

Reverberation level: Weak

Compatibility: Spirituality 55%, Childhood 33%, Friendship 12%
Description: A boy believes he has an invisible friend who speaks through a puppet. Years later, his lifelike ventriloquism earns him fame as a puppet master.

The one that surprised Lin Bo the most among the three reverberations was the Friend Puppet. "Spirituality" is a term that is strongly related to miraculous power. In addition, the "bad luck" of the Death Wedding Ring is also a compatibility related to the extraordinary, and there is also a higher probability of drawing a magic-side copy.

He was considering whether to consume the two reverberations immediately.

However, at this weak level, extracting copies of levels 1-3 will ultimately not be able to fundamentally solve one's own problems.

Lin Bo's professional level has been stagnant for more than two weeks, and there is no possibility of further progress for the time being.

Finding a group of spellcasters through magic-side dungeons simply means a richer variety of trade goods and improved knowledge levels, but no matter how thick and deep the foundation is, it is only buried underground.

It would be better to wait for the person who appears to be a member of the Sea People to arrive in Stone Tower Town and inquire about the whereabouts of the Poseidon Cult's relics. The whale skeleton, which contains magical energy, is capable of carrying a higher level of reverberation.

Even if the Sea People have no relevant clues, Lin Bo has already commissioned merchants from the Order to go to Jinbei to purchase whale bone artifacts, and news will be reported back soon.

As for the money needed to purchase the cultural relics, although he did not have much disaster coins on hand, it would be a considerable amount if converted into gold.

"Then let's wait a little longer." Lin Bo put away the network panel and prepared to go to the East Cliff Grottoes to continue construction, but after thinking about it for a while, he was still a little worried about the Sea People.

It is difficult for creatures who have never been exposed to the ocean to appreciate its fickleness and ruthlessness. Even though the island is only more than 300 miles away from Shita Town, it still takes about 20 hours to reach the shore by relying on a simple boat, even if the whole journey is smooth sailing.

Huge waves, loss of navigation, lack of water and other problems may take the life of a lonely sailor at any time.

In order to ensure the man's life, he had to go out to sea himself.

Lin Bo looked at the sky. The sun was hanging in the middle of the sky. He listened attentively to the low murmurs of the waves. They told the mage that the next few days would be sunny and there would be no storms in the nearby sea.

He asked the waves if they could locate a lone boat heading towards a lighthouse.

But the waves cannot answer this question. The target is too small. Even if a 10,000-ton ship sails on the surface of the ocean, it is not much different from a speck of floating algae.

So, Limbaugh mobilized his own flock of scouting birds.

The young king passed his order to the East Cliff Grotto, and the gathered birds took up arms and spread their nets towards the sea.

The night watchman walked out of the lighthouse and came to the pebble beach at the edge of the cape, looking out at the boundless ocean.

Flying is not suitable for long-distance journeys, as the magic power cannot sustain it. It is better to find a vehicle.

Lin Bo opened the dungeon transmission channel at the seaside, moved a large number of steel plates from the ancient machinery factory and piled them on the coast. In less than a quarter of an hour, he reshaped them into a slender rowing boat.

He sat down at the stern of the rowboat, wearing the face of a wizard and observing his surroundings, reciting the true name of the waves. Suddenly, the waves rushed ashore like horses, lifted the boat and swept it into the sea.

The rowboat was propelled forward by the waves, swift and light as a flying arrow. The sky and the sea were azure blue, the sun was warm and blazing. Lin Bo adjusted his sitting position slightly, leaning back more comfortably.

Hundreds of miles away from him, on the sea, two canoes were connected head to tail with a rope. The back boat stored several earthenware jars of water, some berries and a few smoked fish. The front boat sat a man with a thick beard and messy hair, who was paddling hard. His white skin on his bare chest was tanned red.

He had set out early in the morning and had been rowing all morning.

"Live on, you must live on!" With pale lips, a persistent low-grade fever, and a pervasive sense of exhaustion and weakness, he used words as the driving force of his muscles.

"Vellen Pearl, you will not die today, you will not die here!"

The man used his eyes as iron nails to chisel firmly into a whale bone statue placed on the bow of the ship. This was an ancient relic he found in a temple in a deserted island village. He insisted on taking it on board in order to seek the protection of the gods.

"Holy Father, Good Mother, Warrior, Craftsman, Old Man, or even you, Sea God. I don't care who it is, the one who lets me live is the good God!"

He paddled furiously, trying to drive away the feeling of weakness entrenched in his body. This willpower indeed squeezed out more strength, and for a moment, the man even felt that he was healed.

Suddenly, his eyes blurred, his hands and feet lost consciousness as if the strings were cut, and he fainted. The oar slipped out of his hand and fell into the sea.

Two faces emerged in my dark mind: the worried face of the fat mayor of Stone Tower Town, and the timid face of the bald boss of Old Street. They advised with distant sighs: "Don't go out to sea, a hurricane is coming."

"Who told you this?" another young voice in my mind asked.

"It's the Night's Watch. You don't know that he is favored by the Five Gods. Since you don't listen to advice, you are destined to die at sea." The faces of the mayor and the boss were mixed together, becoming distorted and terrifying, like a skeleton.

"Ah!" Waking up from his faint, Willen Pearl sat up, grabbing the oars with both hands but missing them, "No, no, no... No!"

He punched the air, snot and tears bursting out at once. He howled in agony on the boat for over three hundred seconds, only calming down when he had run out of energy.

After the tidal wave of despair dissipated, only peace remained in Viren Pearl's heart. Knowing that he could not escape death, he was no longer captured by fear.

He began to recall his experiences of the past few days: being stranded on a deserted island, finding the abandoned village of the Sea People, collecting food and preparing for the voyage home, risking everything for survival. The ending did not seem good. If he had stayed on the island, he might have lived a few more days.

Looking at the blue sky, the setting sun warming his aching body, and the circling seagulls, an hour ago, Willen would have said he would have caught and eaten these fat birds, but now, he just looked at their free figures.

"So beautiful...are you here to see me off?"

A few seagulls overhead landed, stood on the side of the boat, and came closer to take a look. They squawked a few times, and one of them flew away to the east, as if to report a message to someone.

It doesn’t matter. Unless the seagull can call the gods, who can save him in this vast ocean?
More and more seagulls appeared in Vilen's field of vision, which made him feel strange even though he was lost in thought.

The singing of birds is getting louder and louder, with a distinct rhythm, like the drumbeats of a military band or the chants of a choir, welcoming the arrival of something.

They swirled neatly in the air like a whirlpool, like a pair of white eyes gazing at the sea. Viren Pearl couldn't help but sit up and look directly below where the flock of birds was flying.

In the distance, a slender, dazzling silver ship, surrounded by the surging waves, approached. At the stern stood a figure in a cloak, its dark, skeletal face gazing from afar at the imperiled Viscount.

He stared blankly at the approaching skull face. When the silver ship stopped, the waves around the hull dispersed, and the water surface was smoothed by an invisible force, like a mirror. The vast sea breeze blew past, only stirring up tiny ripples as fine as wrinkles on the skin.

For the first twenty-nine years of his life, Viren Pearl did not believe in miracles.

The three-eyed skull on the silver ship reaches out to the mortals.

Weiren knelt down silently and carefully held the hand. The touch he felt was solid, warm and dry.

This is not Death.

Lin Bo pulled the Viscount onto his boat. The iron boat was now warmed by the autumn sun. He took out a mechanic's vest and a windbreaker from his backpack and handed them to the wandering Viscount who was kneeling and shivering on the boat.

"Thank you...thank you!" Weilun spoke in a hoarse voice and put on his clothes tremblingly.

The three-eyed skull nodded slightly, his attention drawn to a whalebone statue on the canoe. The statue was only one foot long, and the image of the sea god was a woman with a hideous face.

[Historical reverberations detected, sacrifice relics to retrieve the space-time slice collection.]

He held the whalebone statue in his hand, and the faint sound of the tide echoed in his ears. He was certain that this was the advanced reverberation he needed.

He looked at Weiren, who was standing there with a dazed look in his eyes, and raised the statue in his hand. The other party immediately said, "This is a gift from me to you. Please take it!"

There was a sound of wind coming from under the mask.

"Confirm the sacrifice."

[Collected Resonance: Sea God Shrine Statue]

Level: Weak

Affinity: Religion 56%, Ocean 40%, Spirituality 4%
Description: This was created by the last group of sea god priests who evacuated their homeland before embarking on their ship. They ignited the flame of faith on the new island and witnessed the rise and fall of the village.

The waves rose, carrying the silver ship eastward.

(End of this chapter)