Night gradually fell, and the rocking ship slowly settled into calm.
After playing a serenade, Sno hung Heavenly Punishment around his neck again. He tossed a die, then had a professionally trained steward bring dinner to his room.
"There seemed to be quite a few troubles on this ship." As Sno ate fish head stew with flatbread, a dish passed down by either the Elf King or Roselle, he quietly considered what he had seen during the day. But when he thought of "ignore him, play the piano," he gave up on thinking any further.
Following fate's choice was not empty talk. In order to complete the ritual as soon as possible, he had already made up his mind: unless it concerned his safety, he would absolutely not defy the die's result—unless he had confirmed that he could meet one of the seven Pirate Generals.
In truth, he did not need to be in such a hurry. Or rather, according to the life plan he had originally made for himself, he should still have been trying to digest Zeno's Turtle—
Ever since he had seen that damnable godhood ritual, he had never considered becoming a god. Or rather, even if he truly could succeed, it would only be possible after Mr. Fool successfully became the Lord of the Mysteries, or after the True Creator returned to normal and became half a God Almighty. Only under their protection could he possibly accomplish it.
However, the Goddess and the True Creator's assistance had allowed him to digest the Sequence Six potion at least a month early, giving him a better choice—
A possibility of becoming the King of Angel, or even a god, through his own efforts without relying on the help of a Great Old One.
Faced with an opportunity that