A hundred li away, the waves surged wildly.
Waden Wen, now the Pirate King, was leading his subordinates forward across these waters in a foul mood. A light rain was falling from the sky. He stood on the deck, gazing into the distance without seeking shelter, and raindrops slid down, the water blurring his vision somewhat.
Waden Wen wiped the rain from before his eyes and continued looking ahead.
A year ago, under the will of the gods, he had been forced to leave Hope Island.
However, the gods and the Elves had not burned the bridge after crossing it. With the Elves' help, they had conquered the Delanya Kingdom and renamed it the Fumico Kingdom.
Waden Wen had been quite satisfied.
Hope Island had originally been shared with the Elves, and that had always left an unpleasant taste in his mouth. There had been an emperor emeritus above him.
And although Hope Island was vast, the area he controlled had not been large, limited to the coastal region, with very few people.
This Delanya Kingdom, now the Fumico Kingdom, was not large either, only ten thousand square kilometers. But it was entirely his kingdom. Though its population had been purged, there had also been resettlement and replenishment, leaving a total population of one million.
This was a kingdom in the truest sense of the word.
Furthermore, the Fumico Kingdom had swift currents and reefs scattered densely throughout its waters. Only navigators familiar with the region could enter it. This made it easy to defend and difficult to attack, perfectly suited to control by someone of pirate origins like him. Thus, he was extremely satisfied.
From then on, he and his subordinates had truly settled down.
He had become king, and his former subordinates had all received rewards. Some fellows