I Have a Sailing Game

Chapter 485 - 289: The Reason for Failure

The Sea of Confession is so vast, not to mention the erstwhile "Mother Goddess Land"; even if there were only islands, it would surely have enough Extraordinary individuals.

Could it be that the human body truly cannot withstand the power of the divine?

No, even if Rogel hadn’t heard Luther’s previous words, he would unhesitatingly deny this assertion.

He understood the essence of the path to divinity.

Moreover, knowledge and wisdom had long informed him of how to ascend to a demigod through Magic Potions, which indicated that there were precedents of Extraordinary individuals becoming demigods.

The power of authority is not beyond human reach.

It’s merely the inadequacy of the body, and there are numerous ways to compensate for this.

Therefore, the absence of demigods among the Extraordinary of the Sea of Confession is likely due to a gap in Magic Potion knowledge.

With this thought, Rogel couldn’t help but pose a question.

"Even though the boundary mist is dangerous, it also harbors tremendous opportunities. Have no Extraordinary individuals from the Sea of Confession ventured there to find a solution?"

Hearing this, Luther sighed, "Of course, there are some, but those with such courage are few in number. Besides, Extraordinary individuals are already scarce, so how could there be many willing to venture into the dangerous boundary mist..."

"Scarce in number?" Rogel was taken aback by the words.

He instinctively connected this to the current situation in the Mire of Decay and couldn’t help but have a suspicion flash through his mind.

"... In the past, the Extraordinary Magic Potions in the Sea of Confession have always been controlled by the great families, haven’t they?"

Rogel looked at Luther and said solemnly.

At this moment, he suddenly realized a problem.

Doyle was a member of the Devis Clan, and this clan was one of those controlling the Magic Potion Recipes.

So, is the current Mire of Decay a reflection of the former Sea of Confession?

Upon hearing this, Luther was stunned for a moment, then furrowed his brows and looked at him in surprise, saying, "What else then?"

Upon hearing this, Mira couldn’t help but frown and ask, "Then why not teach the Magic Potion Recipes and alchemy techniques to more people?"

"Right, right, wouldn’t there be more Extraordinary individuals and alchemists then?" Noemi nodded in agreement.

However, Luther shook his head, "It’s not that easy; my elders and teachers have long told me that it’s an extremely difficult and unfeasible task."

"Firstly, there’s the inherent danger of the Extraordinary Magic Potions, which not everyone can withstand..."

"Secondly...don’t even mention learning Magic Potion knowledge, many people are illiterate and don’t have the talent..."

"Lastly, there’s the issue with potion materials; acquiring some Magic Potion Materials is extremely difficult, making large-scale production impossible..."

After listening, everyone fell into contemplation.

But Rogel quickly understood.

The current Mire of Decay is a reflection of the former Sea of Confession.

In a sea scattered with countless islands, families possessing extraordinary power tightly control the Magic Potion Recipes, which are the lifeblood of humanity, on these already scarcely populated islands.

The Sea of Confession indeed holds a vast number of inhabitants.

If the majority could wield extraordinary power, the enormous population base would certainly give rise to numerous extraordinary strong individuals!

If Extraordinary Power were applied through Magic Potions to human development, such as in production and invention, the human race would have long since soared.

But here’s the problem.

Would these great families offer the Extraordinary Magic Potions to the common people, or rather... their slaves?

Impossible, it would be digging their own graves.

It’s not that they can’t—they don’t want to.

The inherent danger of potions does objectively exist, but Rogel doesn’t believe anyone would give up mastering extraordinary power because of this risk.

And illiteracy... It’s precisely this that confirms Rogel’s assumption that these great families just want to control power without making Magic Potion knowledge public.

Are all the children of these great families born able to read and write? Who would know how to read if no one teaches them?

The limitation by Magic Potion Materials is the most absurd point Rogel perceives.

As an alchemist, he’s all too aware of this.

The world is filled with innumerable extraordinary creatures and monsters, thus Magic Potion Materials are not really a problem.

The real issue is the acquisition of Magic Potion Materials and the Magic Potion Recipes!

Acquiring Magic Potion Materials might be relatively challenging since some powerful monsters indeed aren’t to be trifled with.

But Rogel knows exactly why this difficulty arises.

The limited number of Extraordinary individuals, the limited number of Magic Potion Recipes.

The scarcity of Extraordinary individuals leads to a lack of strong individuals, which in turn makes acquiring Magic Potion Materials difficult.

The lack of Magic Potion Recipe variety further limits the targets for Magic Potion Materials.

All these factors contribute to the scarcity of Extraordinary individuals.

So...

The fundamental reason for the failure of the Extraordinary group lies in the human societal system.

On inherently sparsely populated, resource-poor islands, the great families control the Magic Potion Recipes and the sources of extraordinary power.

The critical point is, even if you control it, if there are enough Extraordinary individuals, top-tier strong individuals would be born, pushing for external expansion, thereby improving the situation.

But they fail to achieve this.

Even if we hypothesize that the boundary mist contains a way to break human limitations.

Then, would someone from a great family who is already worry-free about food and clothing and possesses powerful extraordinary strength foolishly get themselves killed by venturing into the dangerous boundary mist for no reason?

In such circumstances, having enough Extraordinary individuals for exploration would indeed be bizarre!

Before him were Luther, Doyle on the stake, Svika fleeing to the Mire of Decay, Eclipse resisting the Church...

These people may have noble thoughts, wanting the human race to continue without enslavement.

But they ultimately are blinded by the current civilization system and the class they belong to, not understanding where they actually failed.

Hence, what shackles humanity is not the human body, but... humanity itself.

After figuring all this out, Rogel couldn’t help but fall silent.

He instinctively began thinking about Magrela and Scot, even Black Tide City.

With his silence, the atmosphere on the scene also became silent.

Fortunately, Rogel quickly regained his composure and looked at Luther in front of him.

Then, he crossed his arms on the table, body slightly leaning forward, and looked at him calmly.

"Mr. Luther, if possible, would you hope for humanity to rise again with the aid of Extraordinary Power?"

"...Of course, I would." Luther, although momentarily puzzled, nodded without hesitation.

"Alright, I need you to do me a favor."

Upon hearing this, Rogel smiled, stood up.

...

"Hmm... hmm..."

A light and cheerful hum echoed through the dark tunnel.

Doyle’s steps were leisurely as he proceeded through the tunnel unhurriedly.

He carried an oil lamp in his hand, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

The dark, gloomy tunnel seemed to emit a pleasant aura in his eyes.

After walking for quite a while, he finally reached the end of the pitch-black tunnel.

However, at the end was a solid rock wall.

Seemingly aware of someone’s presence, the rock wall moved like a liquid, revealing a translucent elongated creature.

It paused at Doyle’s neck, its nostrils contracting as it sniffed cautiously.

After a moment, it nodded in a human-like manner.

Then, its top formed into a rudimentary mouth, questioning Doyle.

"You are a man with no qualities other than being handsome, and your wife, ugly yet wealthy beyond measure. So, on your wedding night, you say to her..."

Doyle stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment, then seriously responded, "My dear, I will love you forever."

"Oh, such a poor lie..."

The translucent creature clicked its tongue disapprovingly.

"Welcome back, Argongos, turn right."

As it finished speaking, a dark passageway appeared on the right.

In response, Doyle merely shrugged without any intention of turning, and without hesitation, he "collided" head-on with it.

Yet, as Doyle moved forward, his body gradually vanished into the solid rock wall...