"Hiss—"
On the Iberian coast, Vane kept his legs crossed in thought, but his mind was a complete mess.
He had only wanted to make a quick profit. How had he somehow become one of the Seaborn's Firstborn?
Opening the group chat, Vane shouted into the group.
[Vane: Brothers, I became a Firstborn!]
[Gregor: ...Fourth, have you finally gone insane?]
[Vera: Psycho.]
[Gorth: Is it morning already...]
[Vane: What kind of reaction is that?! I became a Firstborn!]
[Gregor: Go back to sleep. It's not morning yet.]
[Gorth: Mm... Second is back?]
[Vera: No, she's still outside.]
[Gorth: Come back for a while. I have plenty of food and weapons here, and you should take the Crown too.]
[Vera: ...Okay.]
[Gorth: There's one more thing.]
[Vera: Go ahead.]
[Gorth: Welcome back.]
[Vera: ...I never left.]
[Vane: Don't ignore me, you bastards! Did you hear what I said?!]
[Gregor: Fuck off.]
[Vane: Oh...]
Vane looked up at the twin moons on the horizon and let out a long sigh.
You have no idea what a great thing I've accomplished.
Once Scribbled War God returned to The We Many, the Seaborn would be able to gain energy through getting beaten up. They would no longer need to plunder like crazy...
The original Seaborn apocalypse route would go bankrupt on the spot.
Wait...
Didn't that make me a savior?
Accepting this premise, Vane smugly patted the Scribbled War God beneath him.
"Brother War God, what do you think of me, your new boss who just dropped in from above?"
[Important sibling, beloved friend~]
"Eugh, that's so cheesy!"
Feigning disgust, Vane jumped down from the carapace, stretched lazily, and looked around.
The originally deep-blue Seaborn colony had been completely transformed crimson, all of them becoming his "Bloodline Heirs."
"Decided! Starting today, you're no longer