Pirate Kingship

Byron’s [Divine Sight] already covers the surrounding dozens of kilometers, any slightest movement can’t escape his senses.

Yet, the girl cloaked in a red hooded shawl appears like a false illusion, abruptly appearing at the forest’s edge just a second before his gaze shifts.

If it weren’t for the omnipresent Divine Sight, one might think she had been standing there all along.

However, with a glance, Byron’s right eye housing the [Sailing Logbook] determines the opposite party is human, moreover, a human who has not practiced any [Bloodline Codex] or Black Sorcery, a hundred percent pure human.

Beside him, sharing the perception, Violet notices the same and softly reminds:

"It looks like there’s a Secret Realm here, or perhaps this continent is riddled with World Rifts, creating countless Secret Realms of varying sizes.

Normalcy is the exception, and anomaly is the norm."

Though the Dragon Court and Hundred Beasts Paradise also have many World Rifts, most places are comparatively safe, and daily life requires no taboos.

But the Corridor of Truth is different, with low terrain, half submerged in the Primordial Ocean, the entire continent somewhat transformed into a vast Secret Realm.

The rules that need to be followed were just mentioned by Heather.

Secrecy, vigilance, isolation of the Transcendent and the mundane, most ordinary people of the Human Realms don’t even know this is an Extraordinary World.

As long as they know nothing, they won’t encounter inexplicable dangers under the rule of "Unity of All Things," and might live longer than many Transcendents.

Someone even named this cognitive boundary: "Fool’s Boundary"!

Meaning the cognitive defense line beyond the human mind’s dam.

So, whether it’s the indigenous Black Iron Race or millennium-long immigrants, as long as they are bottom level, they take pride in ignorance, shame in literacy, and happily growing up is the highest pursuit.

Illiteracy rates top the charts on the three continents.

When outsiders set foot on this land, the only thing they can do is suppress their curiosity, do not underestimate any knowledge, and do not casually mention the name of any upper existence.

Otherwise, stumbling into the "rabbit hole" could drop one into a Secret Realm; roadside lazy, nestless cold crow might swallow a wayfarer’s meal whole to warm its stomach...

If Saranthe hadn’t escaped with [Whale Hunter]’s help, having personally witnessed the true form of the Mother of Monsters Echidna, he would have been dead beyond recovery.

However...

Byron withdraws his thoughts and smiles broadly:

"This is precisely why I waited until I ascended to the Fifth Order before coming to the Eastern Continent.

Now, dare not claim to be without taboos, but without Demi-God level strength, calling on one’s own name in response will only prove who will be the prey."

Once settled, I can unleash what’s capable of dissolving all Divinity, aiding in the consolidation of the [Reform] Divine Position’s Nether River, perhaps try a few deliveries.

Thinking of terrifying existences that make ordinary people pale in conversation sliding helplessly into my river is rather exhilarating.

Ordering deliveries without having to pay is simply delightful."

Then, he turns to the officers on either side and says:

"When the Kingdom of Castilia colonized the Bantaan Archipelago, we colonized the Southern Continent, and Abaddon Secret Teachings sought to colonize Hightins, it was the same.

At the start and end points of the three Circulation Zones, building a suitable Fortress Bridgehead for setting up a lighthouse and colonial point is imperative.

Future whale oil steam warships will require far more logistical support than sail battleships, powerful in combat, self-sustaining ability becomes a weakness.

Establishment of bases along the route to the east and west coastal areas must be prioritized.

Why not start here?

With enough materials from the Flower Mountain Celestial Kingdom, abundant manpower, artisan craftsmen from the Tower Sequence, and the deceased Wild Hunt Servants of the Lighthouse Union, we can directly establish a First Level Lighthouse, bringing our [Golden Law] to this land.

Move closer and see what truly greets us on this continent."

[The Golden Deer] continues forward, slowly approaching the girl wearing the small red hooded shawl.

Although there’s no port here, the place where she stands is a gentle beach, as long as the tides are considered to prevent the ship from being stranded during low tide, it can temporarily dock.

Divine Sight also reveals not far from here, there’s a deep water bay resistant to silt accumulation, allowing for the construction of a large deep water port for warship docking.

Further south there is a river extending deep inland, serving as a water transport hub for conveying supplies.

The mineral resources nearby are not yet clear, but merely these foundational conditions are sufficient to establish a secure colonial point.

However, when [The Golden Deer] was halfway anchored, several small boats carrying Byron and a group of officers landed on the beach.

Everyone looks up only to find the girl with the red hood seemingly sensing some anomaly arising among the forest behind, a hint of panic surfaces on her face.

Her small hand frantically waves twice.

This made everyone realize that instead of waving them inward to beckon, she was waving outward, signaling them to quickly distance themselves from here.

Then before anyone could shout inquiries, she picks up a basket, hurriedly turns and runs into the tall, dense forest.

Perhaps she ran too hurriedly, leaving behind a boot unfit for her feet in place.