Pirate Kingship

Last night, when Saranthe and the Cat God Bast were conversing, Alfred, who was in the room next door, heard everything clearly.

Saranthe lacked experience, but he, being an old sea dog who roamed the seas for years before being taken under Byron’s wing, could see the essence of the situation at a glance.

—A wealthy woman sponsoring a young man!

He lamented that his burly figure didn’t qualify him to be a kept man, and then suddenly had an epiphany.

Having not slept a wink the entire night, he secretly researched a new recipe.

His culinary intuition wasn’t bad, having once created irresistible dishes like "Clear Broth Pearl" and "Golden Plate Braised Red Shrimp."

This time, he even crafted a main dish-level core recipe—[Abalone Sauce Soft Rice].

By using the bizarre human exile clan or lower order beings derived from some Old God or higher existence as ingredients to cook "abalone sauce," and pouring it over soft rice.

One could truly enjoy a bite of "soft rice," borrowing power or a small portion of authority from the Old Gods from the roots of Mysticism.

The owner of the power would remain completely unaware, thinking it was the kin borrowing power.

It’s the epitome of soft rice hard eating!

Taboo: "The ideal target for eating soft rice is a female; eating a male might cause loss of control, slowly turning oneself into a female."

This time, the "abalone sauce" is made from the kin of the Mother of Pharaoh [Lion-Headed Goddess] Hathor, thus the borrowed authority naturally relates to this Old God.

Bathed in golden divine light, Alfred transformed into a golden lion crowned and winged.

His body radiated with treasure light, and apart from lacking in Strange Arts, he wasn’t much different from a normal Fifth Order Legend.

With a roar, he stunned several insect monsters with tiny brains right in front of him.

Behind him, the [Whale Oil Mechanic] Little Hans, transformed into a humanoid weapon, and [Navigator] Delia, among others, also refused to be outdone.

The battle song "Grenadier March" by Jacqueline resounded in the background:

"...Hector Lysanda, the name of a hero as such.

Among all the heroes in the world, none can compare to him..."

The soldiers on the ship formed up to counterattack, the sounds of gunfire and clashing swords ringing in unison.

The more people fear this military song, the greater the benefits it provides to the corps playing it, with their strength, speed, and explosiveness greatly enhanced.

Meanwhile, the opponent’s related attributes would drastically decrease, and upon defeat, forced [Dismayed] effects are sealed, ensuring a full compensation of excess military expenses and a greatly increased endurance for unequal treaties.

The more the Empire Marines battle across lands, the louder their fame, the stronger their overall strength becomes.

It just so happens that the "Rust Belt" is the boundary between the collective subconscious sea of humanity and the Sea of Origin Matter.

The "Grenadier March" exerts tremendous power here, potentially affecting all beings within and outside the Material World, working even better here than outside.

"Fire!"

The soldiers coordinated with the cannon fire, blazing a bloody path across the sea, the insect monsters in the water letting out wails as they retreated.

Only Saranthe successfully enjoyed the soft rice, going off to serve the feline master closely.

Byron, overseeing everything from the center, didn’t look at others. He just cast a strange glance at [Blood Red Whiskey], who was eating soft rice hard and transforming into a lion:

"I wonder if the ’abalone sauce’ Alfred ate... is proper or not."

He couldn’t help but sigh, fearing that his own brilliance may be dangerously threatened by these scoundrels.

The Fairy Town School group, however, looked at their strength with newfound respect.

Witnessing firsthand an alternative perfected path different from Black Sorcery, and without various side effects, they were all full of envy:

"The path of the Wizard is indeed difficult, with too high requirements on all aspects for school members.

If we had a Law Network here, many members with slightly mediocre qualifications could embark on a different path, significantly increasing the numbers of school stalwarts.

Moreover, as long as they pursue the same profession, their abilities become highly homogenized, maximally defending against pollution, and more convenient for collective efforts."

"The Bound Creator might have carved out such a path possibly in preparation for today’s difficult situation."

"Well said, especially the Whale Oil Mechanic profession, after physical modification, greatly removes beastliness influence, probably the safest profession in the world today."

"If the Transcendents of the Corridor of Truth could learn, they would certainly shine brightly."

Polyxia, Britney, and Alibaba sighed in admiration.

Byron glanced at the [Osiris] of the Nine Pillars in his Divine Kingdom, recalling the new plan with the [Radiant Queen], he smiled mysteriously at them, extremely assured:

"Rest assured, there will be opportunities in the future."

At this moment, Violet’s exclamation came from behind:

"Byron, come quickly and see, what is this?"

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to find that the insect monsters born from the "Three Deep Breaths of the Silver Civilization" had all vanished into light after being slain by the group.

Indicating that they are not true Sea Monsters or Bizarre but rather humanity’s history and fantasies.

Under normal circumstances, after being slain, nothing should remain like an illusion, but it’s different here in this "Rust Belt."

Violet waved her hand, and a large stream of glittering golden dust fell into her palm, filling a large potion bottle.

Byron’s Sailing Logbook quickly discerned the nature of these powders, and he was delighted: