Pirate Kingship

But when it comes to accumulation, no one in the entire school can match my depth.

That’s it—a Fifth Order’s son!"

The title page of "Alice’s Pillow Fairy Tale Book" bears a line identical to the Sailing Logbook:

"Some say we’re living on a tranquil island called ignorance, surrounded by an endless black ocean.

Perhaps we shouldn’t have set sail from the start!

But we have to do so."

In other words, it encourages members of the school to step out of their comfort zones and explore broader horizons.

Which is also the source of vitality for the wizard schools.

However...

The comfort zone is so comfortable, why should I leave?

Even if Heather openly lays back, she can effortlessly win without lifting a finger, why bother working?

The others have no choice but to bear it themselves, because the ritual rejects irrelevant external interference and can only continuously expand their own knowledge reserve, going through all sorts of hardships just to grasp one more piece of Black Sorcery, to slightly increase their odds of success.

Heather is different; she has good fortune.

A twenty-year sleep saw her son grow well on his own and unexpectedly soar to greatness.

The son is her own creation; of course, he’s both her accumulated power and her most precious treasure in life.

Even Mysticism has to acknowledge this!

Letting such a fine son go unused—wouldn’t that be foolish?

Moreover, Byron is still the embodiment of love behind the "Little Mermaid" fairy tale, also the continuation of the fairy tale, it’s perfectly reasonable for him to shelter his old mother from storms.

The more Heather thinks, the more profound her foresight seems. This fairy tale is woven deeply, resonating long after, causing her to place one hand on her hip, boasting triumphantly.

The Little Mermaid Princess’s approach is markedly different from those elders who endured hardship, making their children feel indebted.

Byron cooperates wholeheartedly, acting like a loyal subordinate, taking up a finger biscuit, dipping it in strawberry jam, and offering it to his mother’s outstretched slender fingers, sincerely praising:

"High! Really high! Mother, you live so transparently!"

Heather, as if smoking a lady’s cigarette, ceremoniously takes a bite of the finger biscuit, gently exhales the sweet strawberry fragrance, slightly raises her sharp chin at her son and daughter-in-law:

"Certainly."

Anyway, I’m definitely sticking to this comfort zone, not contributing chaos to Byron is already the greatest contribution.

It’s like being the world’s top swimmer suddenly having an unknown guy pop up, asking me to leave my comfort zone to practice a foreign language? No worries, I’d certainly give him a big slap on the spot!

Knock knock knock...

At this moment, a knock on the door sounds, Navigator Delia reminds:

"Captain, we’ve already entered the near-sea area of the Eastern Continent.

According to nautical charts confiscated from several Old God Churches, we’re at most half a day away from the Eastern Continent’s first stop at the end of the Circulation Zone, ’Skull Coast’.

If we’re quick, in one or two hours, we can directly see the world’s most dangerous coast.

However, Old God Churches can somewhat receive exemption in the Sea of Monsters.

There aren’t many ships traversing the Circulation Zone between the Southern and Eastern Continent, and most people reach here and disperse to their territorial domains.

The subsequent nautical charts haven’t been updated for many years."

"Got it."

Byron tells his mother to keep the Grimoire, for the upcoming days it should stay close to himself or Violet, to avoid being caught off guard by the animated fairy tale.

Only then does he step out, arriving on the deck of the Golden Deer.

Taking a deep breath, he can already easily capture a particular lively restlessness added to the salty sea breeze.

Arriving here, the continental shelf under the sea rapidly ascends, Transcendents activating Spiritual Vision can directly see the seabed, where many shipwrecks quietly lie.

Most are half buried in mud, covered with verdant black algae, resembling submerged tombstones.

In the eyes of Old Sea Dogs, this appearance hardly resembles simple shipwreck accidents.

Rather, it looks like they were forcibly pressed into the seafloor by someone wielding immense power.

Simultaneously, the further forward the fog grows denser, the daylight dims, a chilling decayed scent permeating the air.

"Take in the top sails, slow down the entire fleet.

Second-level battle readiness!"

Byron waves his hand, the First Officer Iron Wall Bruh repeats his orders in the command network.

Twelve Heavy Cruisers take in sails and slow down, forming a single-file column with the Golden Deer leading, five thousand elite soldiers ready cannons and bullets, prepared for potential attacks.

Without waiting for Delia to raise the whale oil-filled lantern to probe near-sea hydrography, Byron already scans underwater using his Divine Sight, instinctively muttering a soft "huh."

In the submarine wrecks, he spots many items from eras and locations where they shouldn’t exist.

Including antiques flourishing before the Great Nautical Age, mainly active in the Intersea and West Coast, likely emerging here due to some randomly generated "Blue Hole."

With mechanically whale oil-equipped local Miracle Object vessels, based on their corrosion level, they’ve lain here for a relatively short time.

There’s also quite a few exploration ships from the Old Continent over the past year, yet unknown causes have also turned them into underwater tombstones.

Two years ago, coincidentally aiding Saranthe near here with Whale Hunter Jack Harold, she frowns:

"Captain, over two years ago when I traversed here, although there were several shipwrecks, it was far from having so many now.