What Crime Is Disturbing Your Sleep? Do I Have to Put You Back to Sleep?

A vast, oppressive aura swept across the city, immobilizing Russell and his companions. It seemed as if some unseen force was awakening. Divine grace was as boundless as the sea, divine might as a prison; the terrifying aura indicated that Sea King Poseidon, was about to awaken from his slumber!

Barbossa and his three companions collapsed to the ground, unable to move. Russell fared slightly better, kneeling on one knee and struggling to straighten his back as he drew his Adamantium Blade and slashed down with all his might.

Sword energy crisscrossed, as if a tangible pressure had been sliced through, its end pointing directly to the plaza outside the main hall.

Russell kicked out four times in a row, sending Barbossa and the other three flying backwards. Looking back, he saw the statue of Poseidon gradually becoming transparent, its cold and sharp eyes slowly opening, and a golden light suddenly flashing.

"Run! Run!"

Russell shouted, not having time to blame Turner, and turned to run the fastest.

Although the cause and effect are not understood, it is an undeniable fact that Poseidon's Divine Soul resides in the statue. All that is hoped for is that his awakening process will be slow, giving him more time to escape.

Don't ask why we ran.

Russell didn't know why he ran, but according to many biographies on this site, running at this point couldn't have been a mistake!

As the immense pressure steadily increased, cold sweat beaded on Russell's forehead. He tried to muster his energy to resist the oppressive force, only to realize with dismay that he was completely powerless.

As he ran, he realized something was wrong. After running for a while, the distance between him and the temple gate had not shortened at all. When he turned around, there was a statue of Poseidon holding a trident. They were standing still.

"Boom----"

An invisible shockwave emanated from the statue, knocking Russell and the other three to the ground. The pressure contracted and returned to the statue, where Poseidon held his trident and opened his golden eyes wide.

"Mortal, you have disturbed the gods' slumber; do you know your sin?"

Poseidon's figure was slightly transparent, with handsome features, a slender figure, and an extremely cold and indifferent gaze looking down from above.

Russell: "..."

Disturbing the gods' slumber is indeed a capital offense, but why are you looking at me like that, as if I woke you up?

"Blabulator, do you have anything else to say?" Poseidon held his trident upside down, the blade pointing directly at Russell's eyes.

Russell's face darkened. This guy kept talking about gods and mortals, with an arrogant and irritating attitude that made him extremely unhappy. He immediately said, "Reporting to Your Majesty, you have misunderstood. It was he who disturbed your slumber, it has nothing to do with me."

As he spoke, Russell pointed at Turner. This was not cowardice or betrayal of teammates, but a matter of principle. Right and wrong must be clearly distinguished, and there can be no room for wishful thinking or carelessness.

Turner stood there, mouth agape, dumbfounded. When Poseidon's gaze swept over him, his heart began to race, his limbs stiffened uncontrollably, and he couldn't even blink. Only when Poseidon withdrew his gaze did he feel a sense of relief, regaining control of his body. He was drenched in sweat and lay on the ground, panting heavily.

Poseidon shook his head slightly and said to Russell, "It's not him, it's you."

Russell: "..."

Hey, are you kidding me? There's a reason for this. You're one of the three giants of Olympus, yet you're falsely accusing an innocent person. No wonder your Greek pantheon has such a bad reputation!

Poseidon frowned, glanced at Turner again, then looked away, his golden eyes fixed on Russell with an indescribable air of authority.

It's you!

Poseidon didn't speak, but Russell understood from their exchange of glances that this was roughly the meaning.

"Okay, I did it!"

What's meant to be will be, Russell had no choice but to accept it. "Please tell me, God, what is the punishment for disturbing your sleep? Am I responsible for putting you to sleep?"

Russell made no attempt to hide his displeasure, speaking in a sharp tone. Poseidon was clearly trying to extort him, so why should he give him a friendly look?

Besides, what's wrong with gods? Do gods have the power to distort right and wrong?

Russell has four chances to win the lottery, so at the very least, it's a 50/50 chance. He was just being polite because he didn't want to waste the cards, not because he was really afraid of him.

"Blasphemer, state your name."

Poseidon, far from being displeased by Russell's retort, actually showed a hint of admiration in his eyes. High-ranking gods often have this peculiar habit: after seeing too much obedience and flattery, they crave the rebellious type. From a psychological perspective, he's sick.

"Russell!"

"You blasphemer, you remain neither humble nor arrogant in the face of me, Sea King Poseidon. Your courage deserves my praise..." Poseidon smiled calmly, put down the trident that was pointing at Russell, and said proudly, "In that case, I will bestow upon you the highest reward."

Huh, is there such a good thing?

Russell remained silent. He too could tell that Poseidon was not at his peak and was most likely recovering from injury. As for the reward, it was probably a transaction; the other party was in a precarious state and needed him to retrieve something.

Barbossa and the other three looked at Russell with envy, while secretly relieved. Poseidon was more likable Calypso, who was simply an unreasonable woman.

"Russell, offer your body as the vessel for the Divine Soul of me Sea King Poseidon. From this day forward, you will enjoy divine authority and the power to rule the sea!"

"..." X5

Russell's eyes twitched. He finally understood that Poseidon had just twisted the truth and made him bear the blame not because Turner wasn't as handsome as him, but because he was attracted to his body.

With things having come to this point, there was nothing more to discuss. Russell silently activated the lottery four times, and the system quickly provided four new cards.

[Character Card: Sea King Poseidon - Remnant (Rumored to have been abused by his younger brother)]

[Skill Card: Universal Love (As everyone knows, Poseidon's aesthetic sense has always been quite broad, although it's still a bit inferior to his younger brother's)]

[Skill Card: Divine Authority (The ocean god who rules over all waters, wielding immense power and second only to his younger brother)]

[Item Card: Golden Chariot (The chariot used by Sea King to conquer all sides, but the younger brother's is better)]

Russell: "..."

What kind of rubbish assessment is this? What's with the "domestic violence by brother" nonsense? Just say he was bullied by Zeus. Poseidon is so pitiful, he was completely overshadowed by Zeus the whole time, even his taste for the extreme was outdone.

"So, what's your answer?"

"Go to hell! If you want my body, come and take it yourself if you dare." Russell raised his hand and gave Poseidon the middle finger. With four cards in hand, he was completely unafraid of Poseidon.

"Arrogant! The glory of the gods has long been absent from the mortal realm, and even Wizard like you dares to defy the will of the gods!"

Poseidon gave a disdainful glance, his sharp gaze sweeping across the room like a vast ocean pressing down, instantly making the air incredibly heavy. A majestic divine power surged into the sky, and Barbossa and his companions felt as if they had been choked, their faces flushed red, unable to breathe, and unable to utter a single word.

"System, equip 'Character Card: Poseidon'."

[Host equipped with 'Character Card: Poseidon', countdown 240 seconds, start time]

"Boom! Boom! Boom—"

A boiling pressure erupted from Russell, and the resulting airflow shook the ground, creating deep ravines. Poseidon, caught off guard, was knocked back two steps by the airflow.

"This... how is this possible? It's actually my power!?" Poseidon was shocked, his eyes filled with horror. He felt a power unique to him in Russell.

Russell waved his hand, and a current of water swept up Barbossa and his three companions, carrying them out of the hall. At the same time, all the pirates in the city were swept up by the current and carried onto the Black Pearl. Endless waves surged from the waterway, carrying the Black Pearl through layers of seawater, and in the blink of an eye, it reached the surface of the ocean.

"Get out of here, as far away as possible!"

Russell murmured something to Barbossa and Jack, then his figure flashed and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was holding Adamantium Blade and slashing down at Poseidon.

"Bite!!!"

Poseidon raised his trident to parry, the sharp blades of the spear clashing with the Blade, their immense divine power pressing down on each other, unleashing a boundless hurricane that shook the entire hall to pieces.

"Rumble—"

A blinding flash of light appeared, and the entire hall evaporated and melted away. A sudden gust of wind made Russell's clothes flutter, and the ground beneath his feet trembled for a moment.

Poseidon was filled with a thousand questions. He recklessly unleashed his own pressure, and the two wrestled on the spot. An energy storm swept across the entire square, and the ground was peeled away layer by layer. The area within a radius of several hundred meters sank into a concave surface at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Clang!!"

With a crisp clang of metal striking metal, Russell stepped back two paces, his Adamantium Blade snapping in two. The two men were of equal strength, but the quality of their weapons was on completely different levels.

"Shameless scoundrel! I do not know where you stole my power from, but how can a mortal's weapon contend with a divine artifact?" Poseidon narrowed his eyes, his golden pupils filled with killing intent. "Let me use my trident to kill you, you thief, and wash away the shame you have brought upon me."

Poseidon secretly thought he was lucky; if he could acquire Russell's body, the two combined would allow him to recover at least half of his peak strength.

Russell made a grasping motion with his five fingers, snatched the broken half of the blade in mid-air, and instantly repaired it, restoring it to its original condition. Once repaired, he stored the Adamantium Blade in his Space Ring, raising an eyebrow. "Your Excellency the Sea King, you just said that mortal weapons cannot contend with divine artifacts?"

"Of course!"

Poseidon said arrogantly, "Perhaps you can steal my divine power, but there is only one trident, and you will die today."

Having said that, he raised his trident, and deep blue divine power condensed into three phantom blades in the air, which he then thrust down fiercely at Russell.

"Boom boom boom—"

A deafening roar echoed through the sky, and a blue light burst forth above the plaza. The terrifying shockwave from the energy explosion shattered the ground into dust.

The next second, three more blue energy phantoms shot into the sky, sweeping across all directions with unstoppable force, turning the entire plaza upside down. Countless terrifying cracks spread in all directions, the ground disappeared more than ten meters below the surface, and water flowed back, turning the original plaza into a lake.

As the dust settled, Russell, holding the trident, raised his chin and grinned. "Looks like there's more than one trident!"

Poseidon touched the wound on his cheek, saw the trident in Russell's hand, his pupils shrank in shock and anger, his long hair danced wildly behind him without wind, and the seawater churned violently with his rage.

"Those who blaspheme shall die ten thousand times!"