Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

She couldn't help but sing, praising the Lord and all the emotions she had left behind.

It all means nothing; the glory of the Lord will illuminate everything about me, body and soul.

[The Lord has awakened.]

The planet trembled, and the ocean fell into an abyss.

Triton, the sleeper, awakens from his slumber.

Chapter 792 Nobody Will Be Caught...

The deep sea turned pitch black, the darkness so profound that one couldn't see their own hand in front of their face, and the ocean currents enveloped their vision. Before the fear of blindness even arose, a strange sense of peace spread through their hearts. The darkness took on warmth; being immersed in the ocean was like curling up in warm amniotic fluid. Their soul transcended their body and connected with their mother, and an overwhelming joy that no thought could sway filled their hearts.

So they cheered, dancing with a simple, frenzied madness. They longed for a return, a return to the flesh and blood of the Lord, for acquired reason to peel away like withered bark from their minds, to return to the innocence of childhood, to the cradle of the Mother Goddess. The divergence of their souls drove their personalities to be torn in two: one cried out inwardly, wanting to fall into the abyss; the other roared, its mature mind unwilling to return to that darkness, to be bound, to be dominated.

Life force becomes concrete, manifesting itself from the inside out in the body. Tentacles emerge from the pores, dipped in the blood from the veins, and emerge from the skin. This is God's will, a fusion that breaks free from constraints. Blood and bone, spirit and flesh, become inseparable under this pull. All separations and barriers are broken down, and the life form transforms into the formless child of the same single substance, returning to God's body according to instinct.

No, it is not a return to the body of the Lord, but rather that we, as His children, constitute the Lord.

Stay rational! Wake up!

The discordant sound penetrated their souls, feeling like ice slicing across their cerebral cortex. Their bodies began to lose temperature, shivering as they naturally curled up, as if a bitter blizzard was swallowing their spirits. They were forced to awaken from their comfortable warmth in order to survive the harsh cold.

The ghost pirate Drake opened his eyes.

He almost threw up.

What's going on? Aren't I in the deep sea?

Darkness had vanished; the sea now shone brighter than the starry sky. Dark purple specks of light streaked across the ocean like meteors, passing over his back. The light emanated from behind; there must be something behind him, something more dazzling than the stars.

You can't turn back.

The deck beneath his feet groaned. Drake, enduring the discomfort of his ghostly body, found himself back on the ghost ship. His crew, like himself, stood in neat rows, backlit. The ghost ship's prow faced the only patch of white amidst the dazzling light, where a dim star seemed to reside.

Where is Poldris? Where are those mermaids?

Drake moved his head, observing his surroundings with his limited field of vision.

The surrounding seawater was a nauseating patchwork of colors, everything in sight was distorted and twisted, and every normal face seemed to be screaming. The pirate captain had no choice but to abandon his own eyes and use the perception inherent in his spirit to explore his surroundings.

The location of the white dragon, Poldris, was quickly deduced; the chillingly cold temperature was unique in this abyss. The white dragon seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, clinging tightly to a piece of coral ruins, freezing himself and the mermaid he was protecting in ice, and slowly falling.

"Don't turn around, you idiot!!!"

Drake saw the sailor standing in front of him, overwhelmed by fear. Twisted octopus tentacles sprouted from his bent back, and the arrogant tentacles embraced the sailor's head. Slowly, very slowly, he turned his head.

Drake saw a glimpse of the abyss in his dazed eyes.

A massive, purplish-black rift appeared on the ocean floor, larger than before. Its edges emitted a ghostly glow, a dazzling light capable of driving one mad with mere glance, while at its center, an indescribable void resembled an empty pupil.

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

The sailor let out a scream that was neither joy nor sorrow. His body was pulled by a strange force, twisting and struggling in the seawater before falling backward.

Do not look directly at the Lord.

Drake understood the situation.

That terrible Lord has awakened.

The ghost ship, filled with fear, summoned all the pirates back. It wanted to escape and needed its crew to drive it away. The star facing its bow was the only way out.

But the ghost ship underestimated the power of the Sleeper. The moment He awoke, all the souls that came near fell into slumber, and they fell into despair in their dreams. Without the power of the White Dragon to awaken them, all hope would have been lost.

Drake understood why Poldris had awakened them. The kind-hearted, somewhat weak dragon was already struggling to survive. He had protected all the merfolk as promised, but he had no strength left to escape. Like a drowning man, he was waiting for a hand to pull him up.

"Damn it, I'm a pirate."

Pirate friendships are staked on gold coins or the blood-stained tips of scimitars.

Derek felt every inch of his spirit trembling, and for the first time ever, he felt a chilling fear in his testicles. The monster behind him was not someone he could handle.

"Men, raise the sails, row the oars, everyone get moving! Don't look behind you! Get the cannons ready! Sink anything that gets in my way! Nobody will catch me!!!"

hold head high--

The ghost ship emitted excited sounds, and a thick, eerie green mist seeped into Drake's body. The pirate captain found himself stronger, with more energy to resist the slumbering gaze. This little wrecked ship knew exactly how to treat pirates, offering a small reward.

"Boss! Everything's ready!!!"

Drake raised his scimitar, pointed it at the pale figure, and roared.

"fire!!!"

The ice was pierced by sharp harpoons, and whistling chains linked the iceberg and the ghost ship together.

hold head high--

The ghost ship felt a sudden weight lift it, and under the force of gravity, its hull tilted uncontrollably backward. It quickly released more cursed power to barely maintain its orientation. It roared, forcing its cunning captain to kneel!

The scimitar, faster than the knee, pierced the deck first.

Pirate Captain Drake bared his sallow teeth, and his burning spirit made him look even more insane.

"I'm a pirate! A pirate! A pirate!! Even when a pirate is running for his life, he will never abandon his treasure!" Drake stomped his foot on the deck and began the pirate negotiation he knew best.

"Either we all die together, or you give us more strength and help us escape. I've already tied the chains to your mast; you're not going to abandon my White Dragon."

hold head high--

Each howl spoke of the ghost ship's rage, and this vibrant sound further drew the slumbering gaze of the sleepers, making the pull from the rift even stronger.

The ship rocked, and recognizing the situation, the cursed ship chose to cooperate; at times, it truly resembled a pirate. Drawing upon the cursed power hidden in its ballast, the ghost ship carved out a small patch of foggy, cursed sea in the abyss. The sound of the waves echoed in their ears, and the pirates laughed as they went about their business.

The ice was dragged behind the ship, while the white dragon and the mermaid hibernated peacefully.

Drake gripped the helm, stared at the back of the crew member's head, and shouted excitedly.

"Set sail, my men!"

"Take my treasures and escape to a corner of the world where even God can't reach!"

"This is a true pirate! This is the king of the sea!!!"

The pirates left the abyss and charged headlong toward the white light.

Leaving behind the light and the deathly silence, towards the pale light of hope, the ghost ship rises to the surface of the shallow sea and leaps out of the water.

"Hahaha, we're off! Nobody's going to catch us now..."

A powerful traction force, completely different from that of the Sleeper, dragged the ghost ship to one side.

Drake gaped, gripping the railing and staring at the ship suspended in mid-air. A massive, floating cone had caught the other end of the chain—an iceberg containing a white dragon and a mermaid.

He had just escaped the abyss when he plunged headfirst into an upside-down teleportation portal.

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Chapter 793 I Like This

"Name."

"Drake, the King of the Sea".

"Is this your surname?"

"This is my stage name."

"...I like your sense of humor. What about your profession?"

"Look at my tricorn hat, look at my scimitar! Do you expect me to carve 'Cursed Pirate' on my hat before you recognize my profession?!"

"Judging by appearance is a superficial act. There aren't many honest people like Mr. Drake these days."

"...Are you insulting me?"

The other person smiled, revealing pearly white teeth, with alarmingly red gums between them.

"How did you end up in the City of Wanderings?"

"It came by boat, a ghost ship."

"And what about your ship?"

"Ran."

"Who did this?"

"The boat ran away on its own. The moment the chain came off, it plunged headfirst into the ground, like a hostage kicked into the water, and with a gurgle, it burrowed underground and disappeared."

"Your ghost ship can burrow underground?"

"It probably understands that going into the sea now is very dangerous."

The other person picked up the glass, swirled it affectedly, and then put it back on the bar.

“Your boat has sailed away, and you don’t seem to be worried at all.”

“I can’t escape; we share the curse. Wherever it goes, it can easily recall the crew in the blink of an eye.”

His eyes seemed to be shining.

"Please show me your citizenship or residence permit, Mr. Drake."

“You should be glad you came early. I might have lost this card after I finished this drink.” Drake took out a shiny crystal card from the rolled-up brim of his hat. It was a casually made piece by the blue dragon priest, representing the identity of a scholar.

The other person looked at the card, their hand visibly trembling. They didn't take it to check it, but instead slapped the bar counter lightly with their palm as if venting their frustration. "What a pity, it really is the teacher's magic!" A fraud-proof contract filled with laws quietly turned to ashes between their fingers.

"Wait, you're not the managers here!" Drake suddenly stood up, staring at the two mysteriously dressed, seemingly friendly men who had inexplicably approached and were interrogating him. The King of the Sea, acting on his intuition, honestly answered.

"What do you mean, 'not'? We are the students of the scholar teacher, the disciples of that humanoid magic fountain. We are more official than the government. The City of Wanderings is my home!"

The man in black sitting behind Drake patted his back lightly.

"Alright, alright, Drake, we're just thinking about the safety of this city. You're a new face, which is suspicious. After all, the residents of Wandering City are simple-minded; dangerous people like stowaways, scammers, and research madmen are rare here. We have to protect our city. Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, you're a trustworthy friend. Come on, let's have a drink."

Drake was given a drink by the overly friendly guy behind him, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that the drinks produced in this magical floating city could actually be tasted by ghosts, which made him even happier. Because he was worried about the white dragon being taken away, he came to this mixed bar to gather information. Drake, who considered himself a sly old fox, was immediately cornered by the two men, and finding a drink to drink was an unexpected surprise.

"Anna! Two more 'Thriller's, less scary, on the rocks." The man in front of him called out to the female bartender, then turned and winked at Drake with his left eye. "Special spirit drink, on the house."