Pirate Kingship

The blazing curtain of fire transformed into a fan, accompanied by a series of explosions, and it was not just a mere twelve echoes.

Clang! Clang! Clang!...

A sound like iron being hammered erupted over the sea, yet the Barbaric Bone Clown, known for its immense strength, felt its entire frame was groaning under an unbearable weight.

Soon, its body and flesh would separate, being hammered into a mass of pulp.

A pair of panic-stricken eyes instinctively looked towards the Ferdinand Family, who were utterly confused about the situation, and to the traitorous Mercurius, whose face was ashen and caught in a dilemma.

Seizing this opportunity, Byron had smoothly dealt with the [Love and Desire Elf] Salome, swallowed by the Nether River.

The three crossing rules automatically began to operate.

"The first rule for crossing the Nether River: What is born and what dies cannot pass, in this ’Feather Sink River’ where not even feathers can float, only souls can traverse."

Salome was forced to abandon her body and the Zero-Level Sacred Relics in her hand.

"The second rule for crossing the river: Oaths weigh a thousand pounds, and all oathbreakers carry their creditors across the river, Gods are no exception.

The greater the influence of the broken covenant, the heavier the burden."

She had abandoned the righteous path of the Dancer captivating the masses, using the Seven Layers of Veil Dance and Dance of Destruction to incite an entire city’s residents to slaughter each other as fuel for her ascension, naturally burdened by the debtors of that city.

She sank powerless to the bottom of the river.

"The third rule for crossing: The nature and periodic great flood of [Styx of the Nether River] are the same; even Gods washed continuously by this river will have their divinity stripped and fall from their ranks."

No need for the lurking [Mud Swamp Giant] to act, as assets, bodies, souls, divinity, beastliness, human nature, and strange arts were disassembled into seven pieces.

They were precisely divided into seven parts.

Byron was initially hesitant about how to deal with the legendary dancer.

Suddenly, he glimpsed her memory regarding her dealings with the "traitor."

"What? A collapsing Divine Kingdom in the Sea of Origin Matter? Suspected Venus Goddess Ishtar’s corpse? And a series of divine positions on her body.

[Venus], [War], [Love], [Rain], [Thunderstorm], [Fertility]...

These overlap significantly with the authority I command.

For me, this might be an absolute opportunity not to be missed."

Up to now, the Nether River had already consumed [Frost Giant’s Winter Secret Box], [Mother Nature] of the Druid Sect, and the [Baron Saturday] of the Voodoo Sect.

The digestion ability of the [Nether River] was evidently far superior to [Seven Layers of Veil Dance], which could only peel away; things were still fundamentally other’s.

The former, however, could thoroughly cleanse the previous owner’s spiritual imprint, making those pseudo-gods or sacred relics disappear from the world without any chance of resurrection.

Simultaneously, Byron absorbed their authority and divinity, paving the way for his divine transformation and the evolution of his divine position.

Especially important was the elevation from the [Transformation] authority to the [Reform] divine position.

In this world, there’s never been a [Reform] divine position; Byron couldn’t seize a ready-made one, only slowly coalesce it himself.

Fortunately, one begets two, two beget three, all things in threes, change at seven.

With the increase in his authority, particularly the emergence of opposing authority representing "two," it became significantly easier to foster the birth of the [Reform] divine position.

If he could obtain corresponding other divine positions, he could substantially shorten the time to coalesce the reform divine position.

At Byron’s level, hardly anything could cause him to sway; however, upon receiving this news, he couldn’t help but be moved.

"Even a demigod-level corpse is still dangerous, but if I try just a little, perhaps it might succeed?

Miss Salome would surely be willing to solve this problem for me."

Thus, Byron decisively extracted Salome’s soul, converting it into the third Fifth Order Wild Hunt Servant, following [Abyssal Horror] Dagon and the [Mud Swamp Giant].

With soul and body united once more, the [Love and Desire Elf] Salome, true to her nature, opened her eyes.

She knelt on the ground, shimmying her rounded, perky derrière visible through a transparent dance skirt with pearl underwear, and in a seductive cat-like raspy voice, she tempted Byron’s projection:

"Great master, your humble slave is willing to do anything for you.

Anything at all!"

Slender jade fingers traced her rose-like plump lips, her long neck, and her exquisite collarbone...

Byron couldn’t help but feel a thump in his heart.

Cursing the fairy under his breath, he was yet moved.

He then looked at her face full of expectation and tentatively asked:

"Would you help me...draw the design of the steam turbine?"

Salome’s body abruptly stiffened, leaving only a face full of confusion; with her beautiful visage, she seemed somewhat adorably bemused.

"No? Then how about the tax model for a country’s finances?"

"Improved steam engine?"

"Invent a practical new model perhaps?"

"..."

After a while, Byron shook his head and withdrew his projection, sighing deeply in disappointment:

"Poor performance!"

This beauty trap is entirely superficial, without substance, relying only on allure; if not for the sharpness of strange arts, which King or top nobleman would fall for such a base beauty trap?

The true beauty trap should be:

Educated, skilled, and elegant, someone you believe is a once-in-a-lifetime encounter, an unparalleled treasure.

You would wish to protect her, care for her, save her, recklessly endanger yourself for her, facing countless perils and challenges, with every thought consumed by her image, your heart filled solely with vows of love for her.