"Old Man's eldest son, keep Death-Wish 3000 with you for protection."
"Bucky, remember to oil and maintain the Armored Gauntlet."
"Kaka, your skin's a little dry. Remember to moisturize."
"Gengen, who are you? I don't know you."
Allen bid each member of the assault team farewell, then set off with Nanaue for an ocean adventure.
On the battlefield, killing a Nazi soldier only earned him ten Experience Points each. Moreover, international conventions prohibited killing surrendered soldiers, leaving him stuck at level fifty.
Whenever he wanted to go on a killing spree, Steve and Carter would stop him from doing anything reckless.
So, he turned his sights toward the ocean in search of an opportunity.
The Trench Dwellers were an inexhaustible reservoir of experience.
"Getting involved in ocean affairs could put your life in danger," Diana warned.
Neither Atlantis nor Themyscira was to be trifled with. Either side could crush every human nation.
In her eyes, Allen was merely a human with decent physical abilities, nowhere near the level required to meddle in the affairs of both sides.
"I'm so touched."
Tears welled in Allen's eyes as he said, "Princess, we're not even married yet, and you're already worrying about me."
"..."
Diana turned to Namor instead and instructed, "I don't care whether he lives or dies."
"I'll keep him safe."
After more than three months together, Namor had come to see him as a friend. At the very least, he would not stand by and do nothing.
They picked a random place to set sail.
Namor plunged headfirst into the water, while Diana and Allen rode Nanaue straight into the ocean.
With her keen senses, Diana could determine the location of Themyscira.
Their plan was to first reach Themyscira, then contact the Atlanteans who supported Namor and stage a king's