Before Departure - Personal Attributes

``` [Pirate King System bound to Host: Euron Greyjoy]

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[For every certain amount of points consumed, free attribute points will be awarded. 100/200/400/800/1600/3000...]

[Remaining Free Attribute Points: 4.]

[1400/1600. Remaining Points: 30]

Base Reward: Digitized Character Panel -- ( ) indicates standard values for a normal adult male in Westeros

Strength: 6 (10)

Agility: 9 (10)

Stamina: 10 (10)

Spirit: 16 (10)

Command: 13 (10)

Charisma: 14 (10)

Luck: C - A, F is extremely poor, A is extremely good -- Special attribute, full of variables

Bloodline: Grey King bloodline -- 1, Extended Ocean Perception: Consciousness can spread outwards like a jellyfish into the surrounding sea area. Without visual confirmation, one can perceive subtle changes in sea currents within a few miles, the movements of schools of fish, and even the approach of large creatures (such as seals, sharks). This is especially strong during storms, allowing one to "read" the anger and rhythm of the waves. 2, Large creatures in the ocean will instinctively feel awe or curiosity towards you, rather than actively attack, and you can even command legendary sea beasts. 3, Deep Sea Body: Strength and endurance are significantly amplified in water, with swimming speeds comparable to the fastest dolphins. The body can better resist water pressure and cold, allowing for dives far deeper than normal humans and maintaining core body temperature and activity in icy waters. 4, Bloodline Majesty: Ironborn who believe in the Drowned God will evoke a sense of awe and submission from the depths of their bloodline. 5, Unknown. 6, Unknown...

Talent: Archaeologist

Talent: Fish-Man Breathing

System Activation Reward: Conqueror's Haki, Lv. 1, Passive, cannot be actively controlled, only released unconsciously through gaze or the entire body when emotions fluctuate violently (such as anger, fear, or life crisis) -- Mental Deterrence/Weaklings Disperse -- Upgrade to Lv. 2: 1000 points.

Skill - Basic Navigation

Skill - Fish-Man Karate (Beginner)

Item - Vivre Card (Child Card x1)

Mount - Faruru (Juvenile)

Skill: Shipbuilding

Skill: Cooking Skills

Skill: Meteorology

Skill: Six Powers - Kami-e

Weapon: Soul Reaver - Cold Spirit

Items: Dance Powder, Seastone

In two years, through persistent and unremitting personal training, strength increased from 4 points to 6 points, mainly due to age limitations. Agility increased from 6 points to 9 points, approaching adulthood. Stamina increased from 4 points to 7 points, and after awakening the Grey King bloodline, it received an additional 3-point bonus. Spirit may be due to the fusion of two souls or transmigration, reaching 12 points, far exceeding normal individuals. However, no method to increase spirit has been found, and it only increased by 4 points after awakening the Grey King bloodline. As power and manpower increased, Command rose from 8 points to 13 points, and Charisma even increased from 9 points to 14 points, with the significant help of the Drowned God priests' extensive propaganda.

Euron did not rush to use the 4 free attribute points. His body was still growing, and before reaching adulthood, various physical attributes could naturally increase through training and growth.

On the eve of his long voyage, Euron held a small gift-giving ceremony in the hall of Pike. The air was filled with the aroma of sea salt and roasted meat. Torches cast flickering shadows on the stone walls, and those present were Euron's closest confidants. He did not want any Iron Islands noble to know about his journey across the Narrow Sea. Even if it couldn't be kept secret in the end, there was no need to make a big fuss.

Euron first walked towards his father, the Great King of the Iron Islands. Without superfluous words, he simply gestured, and Daggmo and Lysa brought forward an object covered with a thick velvet cloth. When the cloth was removed, suppressed gasps echoed around. It was not an ordinary map, but an extremely intricate sand table of the Iron Islands that occupied an entire table.

Each island was accurately replicated with the rock of its main island. The curves of the cliffs, the depths of the harbors, and even the underwater reefs known only to old fishermen were precisely marked with dyed sand and stones. This was not just a map, but a strategic treasure condensed from the navigational wisdom of generations and countless personal explorations, embodying the sense of control over the entire kingdom miniaturized within a small space. Of course, Euron's map function obtained from the Pirate King System played a role; otherwise, it would not have been possible to achieve such detail.

The Great King watched in silence, his rough fingers slowly tracing the coastline of Old Wick Island, a flicker of imperceptible approval and solemnity in his eyes.

Next, he turned to his mother. An ebony box inlaid with mother-of-pearl was opened, and for a moment, the brilliance within almost outshone the firelight.

It was a crown from distant Quarth. The craftsmanship was divine, with the warmth of amber, the depth of agate, the coolness of jade, and the clarity of pure jade perfectly inlaid on a mithril base, creating a luxurious and exotic radiance.

Euron bowed slightly, a playful smile on his lips, and said softly, "They say Westeros has the Iron Throne; perhaps the Iron Islands should have an 'Iron Queen'?" His mother was stunned. Her fingers touched the cold, expensive gems, and for a moment, she couldn't speak, only a complex light rippling in her eyes. Nine and a half out of ten women loved these beautiful, impractical, but shiny things.

For his younger brothers, his gifts were particularly thoughtful. For his third brother, it was a model of an ancient longship that he personally carved, assembled, and painted. The sails, shields, and even the ferocious expression of the figurehead were perfectly rendered, enough to make any boy cherish it. For his youngest brother, who was still toddling, he gave a wooden sword polished to be incredibly smooth, incapable of harming hands, and a bracelet made of deep-sea-rescued, blood-red coral beads. Worn on his chubby wrist, the color contrast was particularly striking.

He did not forget his uncle Balon. He presented an ancient-looking dagger with no ornamentation on the sheath. But when Balon drew it in confusion, the dark, wavy blade shimmered with a unique luster under the firelight. Its distinctive weight and cold touch made him hold his breath instantly—it was Valyrian steel!

This seemingly unremarkable yet priceless gift made the old warrior's hands tremble slightly.

Finally, he paced to his brother Baron, a look of feigned distress on his face that made Baron grit his teeth. He spread his empty hands.

"Alas, my dear brother, future Great King of the Iron Islands," Euron sighed, his voice filled with false regret, "the gift I prepared for you has truly given me a headache. The best spoils from the 'Hao Yin' are not worthy of your valor; the sharpest swords are not half as sharp as your temper. I thought long and hard..."

He paused deliberately, enjoying the sight of Baron's brows furrowing tighter and his nostrils flaring slightly with anger.

"...and finally found this unique treasure!" Euron suddenly produced something from behind him and solemnly placed it into Baron's hand.

It was not some divine weapon or gold and jewels, but a crudely carved, palm-sized wooden boat made of rough wood, lopsided and crooked! The hull wasn't even sanded smooth and still had splinters. The mast was a bit crooked, looking like a clumsy handicraft made by a child.

Baron froze, looking down at the incredibly shabby item in his hand, the muscles in his cheeks twitching with extreme humiliation and anger. The air around them almost solidified, and everyone held their breath.

"You... you bastard!" Baron's face turned purple, and he was about to smash the wooden boat to the ground.

"The key!" Just before Baron erupted, Euron quickly added the latter half of his sentence, simultaneously throwing a heavy, rusty iron key onto the pitiful little wooden boat with a "clang." "A model with a key, symbolizing that you will command a real giant ship."

Baron held it up, unsure whether to throw it or not, looking dazed.

Euron laughed heartily, patted his shoulder, and pointed to the shimmering bay outside the window under the moonlight: "See that new, largest, and most fully equipped warship launched in Dragonbone Bay? Yes, that 'big guy' you've been secretly looking at several times. From today onwards, it's yours. After all, when I go to sea, someone decent needs to guard the home, in case thieves break in, so you don't have to chase them in this little wooden boat."

"Do you like this joke, brother? Hahaha!"

Baron's expression went through a dramatic transformation from rage to bewilderment, then to immense joy. The violent changes made his face look somewhat comical. He grabbed the rusty key, almost crushing it, his voice cracking with excitement: "That... 'Sea Monster's Wrath'?! Are... are you serious?!"

"The name is really ugly, but suit yourself," Euron said with a dismissive pout. "It's yours. You'd better change its name to one that scares opponents to death, not makes them laugh to death."

Baron's immense joy was instantly replaced by the ambition of naming it. A wild light burned in his eyes, and after less than a heartbeat of thought, he roared with all his might: "'Oceanic Behemoth'! I will make all cowards who hear this name wet their pants before the battle!"