[Vane: Cherno Alpha!? Where did you get the blueprints?]
[Gorth: A Frankenstein's monster he made himself, a combination of Apocalypse, Prototype Armor, and Iron Fist.]
[Vera: So we can actually view blueprints directly? Can we view weapon blueprints too...?]
[Gorth: I don't understand. Most weapon blueprints require magic circles to be inscribed. I'm trying to learn.]
[Gregor: The spellbook from before? Wasn't the writing incomprehensible?]
[Gorth: Draw the magic arrays and try them one by one.]
[Vane: Any results?]
[Gorth: There is...]
[Vane: It really does! What's the effect?]
[Gorth: The magic circle spins when you input magic power into it; it looks quite nice.]
[Vane: Are you cosplaying your spirit rings here?]
[Gorth: There are red ones.]
[Vane: Give me 10!]
[Vera:6]
[Gregor: Third brother, you want to build it?]
[Gorth: No, this is just a sketch I drew on a whim.]
[Vera: Sketch... so there's a full version?]
[Vane: Third brother, you're not planning to use this to arm the Reunion Movement, are you?]
[Gorth: Is there a problem?]
[Vane: Combat capability isn't a problem... but how can the Reunion Movement, with their meager resources, produce this? Not to mention, this kind of armor needs to be widely deployed.]
[Vane: You might as well just send more of your torrents; they're useful and cheap.]
[Gorth: We'll have to leave sooner or later, and before that happens... I want to leave them with as much security as possible.]
[Gregor:... Okay.]
[Vera: Agreed.]
[Vane: Whatever... Do you want a machine tool? I can salvage some from the sea.]
[Gorth: Sea mile?]
[Vane: Southern Iberia, including the royal city, has been flooded. The shipyards capable of building the Golden Armada are not short of equipment.]
[Gorth: After soaking for so long, can it still be used...?]
[Vera: Sent it, I'll refurbish it with my Little Black.]
[Gorth: Who is Little Black?]
[Vera: Wandering Soul Core.]
[Gregor: It has this function too?]
[Vera: Simple remodeling is fine... Never mind, I'll just send it back to the Vitality Hall, you can go back and collect it.]
[Vane: OK.]
Iberia, Gran Faro.
Vane jumped off the bed in an instant, but was pulled back down because his hair got stuck.
Grimace as he carefully gathered his hair, Vane tried to draw a magic circle as Gorth had taught him.
A crimson magic circle expanded and swirled from beneath their feet, quickly filling the room to capacity.
I gave a thumbs up to the amazing special effects; Vane was finally ready to start a new day.
With blood swirling around his body, Vane, having changed his clothes, pulled back the curtains and yanked the window open.
"Iberia! Your king... Guh!"
I had planned to announce my arrival to the morning with a loud shout, but instead, I was met with a mouthful of wind and rain.
Bang--!
The window was closed again, and Vane's good mood sank along with the rain.
The heavy rain in Gran Faro intensified last night, and looking out the window, the entire town was shrouded in a hazy white mist.
The weather is terrible... definitely not suitable for traveling.
Vane remembered his promise to Jordi:
Around noon, after Jordi finishes her caregiving duties, the two should meet at the port.
But this weather...
"Tsk..."
Vane was somewhat displeased, but possessing Immortal Body, he was naturally fearless.
But Jordi was already worried about this behavior. If Vane hadn't shown some of his abilities, the other party probably wouldn't have agreed to each dangerous trip.
Add to that such a heavy downpour...
They'll most likely refuse.
Vane thought to himself.
After all, he's an operator whose gentleness is written in his file. Even if lighting that lighthouse is his dream, he probably wouldn't want to trouble others.
"Fine, I can just do it later."
After tidying his hair, Vane pushed open the door and went to find the two Inquisitor.
What to do when you're in a bad mood?
Vane's steps became lighter.
Of course, we should ask the birds to restore it!
Snap--
"Good morning, dear little bird?"
Pushing open the door, what greeted the eye was not the usual energetic young Inquisitor, but a truly burly man.
Behind the desk, Ulpianus put down the book in his hand and calmly looked at him.
"They have already set off on their mission."
"You are...?"
"As you can see... I've used this room to learn about Iberia history."
"That..."
"Skadi is still eating at the restaurant. Is there anything else?"
Vane: "..."
I haven't even stated the problem yet, and this conversation is already a bit too efficient!
He gently closed the door Vane stiffly walked towards the dining room.
Even he would feel awkward when they were alone together.
But whether it was his imagination or not, Ulpianus seemed to be speaking very rapidly just now...
That guy gets embarrassed too?
Thinking of this, Vane stopped in his tracks, suddenly wanting to go back and take another look.
But the noise coming from downstairs interrupted this idea.
"Is that all...?"
"We're really out! If we keep eating like this, we won't have enough for the rest of the month!"
Oh no! My breakfast!
Vane's face paled, and he rushed to the stairs, sliding down the handrail.
Snap--
Vane, who had fallen from the second floor to the first, quickly got up and looked at the cleaning staff next to him expressionlessly.
"You saw it?"
A silence fell over the room, and then the cleaning staff suddenly turned the broom upside down.
"Which way is it...?"
The stick probed the ground repeatedly as the cleaner stumbled away.
"So dedicated!"
After a moment of saluting the blind worker who was still going to work, Vane finally remembered his business.
However, by the time he arrived at the restaurant, it was too late.
Seeing Vane staring at her, Skadi hesitated before taking the half-eaten packet out of her mouth.
A silver thread stretched out in mid-air, Vane's expression turned solemn.
Skadi paused in her hand, then tore off the front half of the bread and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Hmm... Here you go."
"Damn it! Why did I eat the part with the sauce?!"
"Sauce...?"
Skadi was confused for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on and handed over the butter on the table.
"... Never mind, you eat it yourself."
Vane watched with a heavy heart as the bread disappeared into Skadi's mouth, then asked about the whereabouts of the two Inquisitor.
"Your captain said they went on a mission. What mission does Gran Faro have?"
"Hmm... it seems like they're looking for someone."
Skadi swallowed the bread and began to reminisce.
"Someone came to me for help this morning; it seems an elderly family member has gone missing. I wanted to help... but Mario said it's not convenient for Aegir to move around in the city."
"Why are you calling yourself Mario now?"
Upon hearing that clearly incorrect address, Vane's expression turned somewhat strange, while Skadi looked rather embarrassed.
"I'm still learning Iberian..."
At this point, Skadi suddenly realized something.
"You can speak Aegir now?"
"Oh, I downloaded the voice pack from the We Many."
Speaking in a language Skadi couldn't understand at all, Vane suddenly remembered the order he had given to the We Many yesterday.
"Let me see what treasures the kids have found for me..."
As his consciousness sank back into the We Many network, Vane immediately sensed something was wrong.
Apart from the four Firstborn, a massive consciousness has emerged in the network.
It may not be as advanced as some of the Firstborn, but its scale far surpasses that of ordinary Seaborn.
What the heck? Shuiyue came out early?
Puzzled, before Vane could even connect with the unknown consciousness, the other party approached first.
[Fellow countrymen~]
Um!?
Vane was startled; this familiar style...
[Vane: The Scribbled War God?]
[Scribbled War God: Fellow countrymen~]
After confirming that it really was an old acquaintance, my disappointment at not being able to get the jam was lifted.
[Vane: Wow, Joan of Arc is a mud duck! I thought you were dead.]
[The Scribbled War God: Return to the We Many, Ishar-mla, Evolve!]
The Scribbled War God of War's tone suddenly became more enthusiastic, Vane could clearly sense his excitement.
[Vane: Ishar-mla not asleep?]
With his eyes narrowed slightly, Vane began to plan how to get this top-ranked customer to sleep a little longer.
As the saying goes, when the tiger is away, the monkeys are king.
As long as Ishar-mla is not present, his authority is supreme.
While Ishar-mla is unlikely to return to the apocalyptic timeline now, Vane doesn't want to gamble on that probability.
Consciousness began to spread, Vane discovered that the number of newborn Bloodline Heir in the We Many network had reached 1/6.
With a slightly calmer mindset, once the number of Bloodline Heir completely covers the Seaborn, even if all the Firstborn awaken, they will not be able to surpass his control.
[The Scribbled War God: Ishar-mla awakens, but has exhausted too much energy and falls into slumber.]
The Scribbled War God gave a hasty reply, which puzzled Vane.
Is it consuming too much energy?
With the current upgrades available to Seaborn, what kind of consumption would it take to make Ishar-mla fall back into slumber...?
[Vane: What did He do? Did He give the energy to the other Firstborn?]
The current energy is probably insufficient to resurrect two deceased beings.
Then it can only be that guy...
[The Unmoving]
Vane recalled the information about Him.
I remember His authority was... reproduction?
[Scribbled War God: No, the energy of Ishamara was used to shape my body.]
The new reply made Vane understand somewhat. As the carrier of Firstborn consciousness, he couldn't be careless, and the energy consumption was normal.
Yes, that's normal.
"..."
Wait a minute!
[Vane: Who are you saying this is for!?]
[The Scribbled War God: It was me, Ishar-mla, who helped me regain my life. My mission... is to protect my people!]
Vane fell silent upon receiving the answer, a hint of shame creeping over him.
The top-ranked player would rather fall into a deep sleep again than not create guardians to protect him, even though he was just thinking of backstabbing him...
As he thought about it, Vane couldn't help but smile.
Don't worry, Ishar-mla, once I become the head of the We Many... you will definitely be my most loyal lackey!
In reality, seeing Vane's ever-changing expressions, Skadi couldn't help but sit further away.
Ignoring the other party's reaction, Vane was in a great mood chatting with the Scribbled War God.
[Vane: I see. From today onwards, you are my right-hand protector!]
[Vane: To celebrate the Guardian's acquisition of a new body, I'm giving you a new name... Leviathan!]
[Leviathan: Thanks~]
Without a trace of remorse for taking Ishar-mla's family name, Vane, in his joy, remembered his business.
[Vane: So what are you doing? Doing the task I gave you before?]
[Leviathan: Mission, search for the shimmering light on the seabed...]
[Vane: Oh, no need to say anything, I'll go see for myself.]
His consciousness spread toward Leviathan, Vane gained control of its body.
A surge of power kept expanding, a feeling I had never experienced in a human body before.
At that moment, Vane really wanted to shout, "I'm not human anymore!"
But...
It awkwardly shifted its new body, instantly destroying the trenches on the seabed and creating a massive current.
A snake-like body... why is its head so heavy?
I tried to move my head around uncomfortably, but it felt like something was stuck in it.
Opening his eyes, in the inky abyss, a beam of light shone so brightly, perfectly matching the mission definition given by Vane.
Leviathan's pupils suddenly widened, as if two deep blue moons had emerged from the seabed.
What lies before me is a pearl from the deep sea, a treasure of civilization.
And the location of the treasure...
"[Vampire curses!] What the hell did you pull out like that!?"