Finmage closed his eyes and recited the prayer, feeling uneasy in his heart.

He had been chanting for a while, but there was still no response, which made him doubtful.

But, in the next moment, he heard it, as if it was an echo from the ancient depths of the sea.

What it conveyed was—insufficient.

This made Finmage’s scalp tingle, and he couldn’t help but curse himself internally for being an idiot.

Damn it, how could you, Finmage, dare to pray to an entity that clearly looks like an Evil God, asking for trouble!

And you believed the words of that stranger Rogel? Clearly, it was a trap set to ensnare you!

Probably, the next thing it says will be to take your soul as a snack!

Damn, I’ve seen this plot too many times!

But, when the next thought came, Finmage couldn’t help but be stunned.

This thought conveyed many intentions.

But he understood all of it.

[Go spread my name, as long as there is prayer and sacrifice, anyone can gain Extraordinary Knowledge and even potions. What I preside over is a fair trade.]

"...?"

In Finmage’s heart, there was a big "Disbelief".

He felt this Master of the Black Tide must have a grand scheme, probably wanting to use him to enslave everyone!

Gods are not to be trusted!

Moments later.

Accompanied by the descent of a piece of paper.

"Finmage will follow your will, esteemed Master of the Black Tide..."

Finmage looked at the magic potion recipe in his hand, excited and with trembling fingers.

Freebie!

The Master of the Black Tide not only didn’t ask for any sacrifice but also didn’t devour his soul, yet he received a magic potion recipe for nothing.

This made him extremely excited.

However, as for spreading the name of the Master of the Black Tide...

"Spread it? Hell no!"

"This guy surely has ulterior motives, as an Extraordinary, how could I work for an Evil God?"

Finmage sneered.

Spreading the name is impossible, he already got a magic potion recipe for free, why care about so much.

Saying that, Finmage glanced contemptuously at the mark in his hand, casually throwing it into the murky stinking swamp water.

Plop.

The dark green swamp water splashed as the heavy mark sank below.

...

Rogel withdrew the gaze of Heisatan.

As for Finmage, he just casually invested in him.

After all, he was just a pirate, not worth much of Rogel’s effort.

Doing this was just planting a seed along the way.

More planting, more sowing, if any succeed, it’s a great profit with no loss.

The key depends on the situation in Black Tide City.

It also counts as a pilot test conducted by Rogel.

In fact, Rogel initially did not intend to spread the belief in the Master of the Black Tide in the Mire of Decay.

After all, this is a base for Extraordinaries, and Extraordinaries have always been at odds with faith in deities.

Moreover, he himself is such a person, so he understands the thoughts of the Extraordinaries well.

If it were him, he wouldn’t believe either.

So initially, he thought of avoiding trouble and just doing his own thing.

But after understanding the situation in the Mire of Decay, Rogel saw this potential.

The family monopoly on Extraordinary Knowledge is malignant.

The grassroots have no room for upward mobility, social mobility is severely lacking, societal contradictions are extremely acute but forcibly covered by Extraordinary Power.

If it were a modern society, it would have collapsed a long time ago.

But in a Mysterious World with individuals holding great power, it is not so.

Once the grassroots resist, what they face is the bloody suppression of Extraordinary Power, no chance to rise or power to resist.

From a different perspective, this is an excellent ground for spreading belief.

However, Rogel does not intend to use those nearly brainwashing methods of the gods.

After understanding the Power of Faith, he thought that a "trade-like" method of harvesting the Power of Faith might also be good.

After all, it might also give birth to Fanatic Believers and Favored.

Magrela had already proven this point.

The people on the island do not have a fervent worship of the Master of the Black Tide, yet they can provide considerable Power of Faith.

At first, Rogel found this a bit strange, but later he realized one thing.

Faith—might not just be superstition.

Maybe, like mythical figures, occupying an important place in someone’s heart counts as the devotion of faith...

However, this is still just his speculation.

For more specifics, it’s necessary to see the subsequent situation in Black Tide City.