"What a marketplace! Kid, are you missing a screw in your head to believe this!"

Rogel’s face darkened as he slapped Blade Wind on the back of his head.

"Don’t cause trouble, I’m serious."

Rogel warned Uvie Muzhe with a hint of irritation.

Blade Wind realized only then that the big shot beside him was joking with him. Relieved, he couldn’t help but want to laugh.

These two gods didn’t appear as he imagined...

"Alright, enough nonsense." Rogel gathered himself, and calmly said, "Blade Wind, I don’t need your life, but I need you to spread the faith of the Master of the Black Tide."

"Yes!"

Blade Wind agreed without hesitation, not even wondering how Rogel knew his name.

Seeing this, Rogel sighed. This kid definitely had loyalty, but seemed like he was missing a screw...

You should at least ask for the details...

Still, it was enough. Loyalty was the key.

"While spreading the prestige of the Master of the Black Tide throughout this sea area, I also want you to unify all the primitive tribes here and establish a nation."

"Can you do it?"

Rogel asked.

This Barbaric Sea Area didn’t even have a unified name...

So initially, Rogel hadn’t planned on spreading faith here.

But who could have foreseen everything at this moment?

Now that Blade Wind had earned his approval through effort, Rogel didn’t mind sowing a seed casually.

Whether this seed would grow into a towering tree or wither prematurely depended on its own fate.

"...I will do everything in my power." Blade Wind hesitated for a moment at Rogel’s request, but then agreed.

He hesitated because with his own strength, he might struggle to make other tribes in this sea area heed his command...

After all, he couldn’t even defeat the weakest member of the Chasing Squad...

"Come here."

"Bow your head."

At this moment, Rogel’s voice echoed again.

Blade Wind complied, coming before Rogel, kneeling on one knee, and bowing his head.

Rogel looked at him and calmly spoke a passage.

"Remember, you are not loyal to me, but to the Master of the Black Tide, a being that instills fear in deities, the ultimate source of all mysteriousness."

"Your weakness comes from your bloodline, your powerlessness from your talent..."

"Yet the Master of the Black Tide wants you to become strong, to guide all barbaric realms towards civilization..."

Rogel’s voice echoed in Blade Wind’s ear.

He could feel something hot touching his forehead, slowly merging into his body.

His mind began to blur, his limbs and organs seeming to be put into a forge and roasted...

"Awaken."

When Blade Wind awoke again, his vision was clear, and his previously exhausted body was now filled with endless power.

"God! Where are you going?"

Coming to his senses, Blade Wind saw Rogel standing atop the black Giant Dragon, putting on the hood of his robe.

"Just call me Bishop."

"Hold tight to the Black Tide Mark in your hand, it will guide you."

"And one last thing."

Rogel looked at him, speaking calmly.

"Jump down."

Blade Wind was stunned by these words, then looked at the black mark in his wide palm and immediately understood.

He picked up Blade Fire beside him and came to the edge of a hundred-meter cliff, nodded towards Rogel, took a deep breath, and then leapt.

Swoosh—

The fierce wind tore at his face like blades.

But Blade Wind felt fearless.

His form plummeted at lightning speed, just as when he fell climbing earlier.

That invisible restraint seemed intent on pressing him down again, preventing him from leaping across, keeping him down forever.

But, this time was different...

Boom—

Like a meteorite plummeting, the earth sank at that moment, tall trees were snapped by the terrifying airflow, and soft soil was shaken several meters high!

That bondage... was completely shattered!

Birds startled into flight, beasts fled in panic.

Blade Wind, holding his brother, muscle intertwined like steel, slowly straightened his legs, standing tall.

"Ah! Huff..."

The frightened Blade Fire awoke startled, looking around in confusion.

"Brother?"

Blade Wind glanced down at him and then looked up to the sky, wearing a smile and a look of determination.

In the air, Rogel chuckled lightly, gradually retracting his gaze, flying away from the island with Uvie Muzhe...