I Have a Sailing Game

Chapter 489 - 291: Execution! (Double-Length)

In the past, commoners could only gaze from afar at those believers who wielded extraordinary power.

This world is predominantly vast oceans.

But the ocean doesn’t represent barrenness; on the contrary, if there’s enough extraordinary power as a foundation, then the sea will bring immense wealth.

Unfortunately, the extraordinary power of the Sea of Confession has long been controlled by nobles, the Church, and great families; this is the foundation of their maintained status.

As such, most commoners could only live ordinary lives, watching with hope and awe those so-called noble believers or the extraordinary lords of old.

But now, the times have changed.

Or rather, Rogel wants to change this era.

Believers and the extraordinary are in opposition and mutually exclusive because of the Church’s presence.

"God" cannot allow a group of people not under His control who still possess power that could threaten His reign.

For His long-standing foundation of rule has enslaved believers spiritually, making them provide faith, only giving believers some scraps after He is satiated.

But after experiencing the events in Magrela and Black Tide City, Rogel has gained new inspiration.

Transforming a lofty deity into a mysterious and powerful "trader."

The Master of the Black Tide grants believers the power of prayer, and believers, in turn, give faith back to the Master of the Black Tide.

In this way, Magic Potion Extraordinary can coexist with each other, after all, the extraordinary also have needs, and prayer and magic can coexist.

Under the coexistence of two power systems, then promote it widely, no longer confined to great nobles or lords, but extend it to more commoners.

The "Master of the Black Tide" will gain enormous benefits from this!

This will be a mutually beneficial and win-win situation.

However, to maintain this situation, a major premise is necessary.

That is for the Black Tide Secret Society to continue existing...

Putting aside his thoughts, Rogel focused on the present.

Coincidentally, a young man waved his arm at that moment.

"This Bishop... I want to become a member of the Black Tide Secret Society!"

His voice was loud, mustering great courage.

Rogel looked towards the source of the voice.

This was a thin young man, but there was a determination and courage evident in his eyes and expression.

Others’ gazes also turned to him, and they quieted down, seemingly curious if this young man could truly obtain extraordinary power.

Among many expectant gazes, Rogel spoke calmly.

"You are brave, young man."

"Come up to the stage."

Saying this, Rogel raised his hand, and black gaseous currents emerged, spreading from the gallows to below, slowly forming a set of steps.

The crowd spontaneously made way for the young man.

This captivating scene seemed to be the first in this young man’s life.

But he had already taken the first step requiring the most courage. Next, there was no need to fear further.

He took several deep breaths, silently encouraging himself in his heart, and then walked resolutely toward the steps.

Before long, he climbed the stairs formed by those black gaseous currents, arriving in front of Rogel on the gallows stage.

"What is your name?"

Rogel smiled slightly, a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

Breaking free from the heavy shackles of thought is not easy.

"Fernar, my name is Fernar, Bishop."

The young man named Fernar was very nervous.

"No need to be nervous, Fernar."

Rogel nodded, then extended both hands, holding in each a bottle containing magical liquid and a Black Tide Mark.

"This is a Black Tide Mark; it is required for releasing prayers, just like those believers you envision possessing mysterious power."

"However, the premise is that you need to take time in your daily life to pray and accumulate the necessary power to release prayers."

Looking at this mark, Fernar was overwhelmingly excited, wishing he could immediately take the Black Tide Mark.

But he knew this bishop had more to say, so he suppressed his inner impatience and waited patiently.

Sure enough, Rogel soon spoke again, this time introducing the bottle in his hand.

"And this is a bottle of Extraordinary Magic Potion."

"After drinking it, various extraordinary powers can be obtained; of course, you must first know what kind of potion it is."

"The potion in my hand is called ’Sailor,’ and after drinking it, you can gain the ability to breathe underwater for a long time and tame some common marine creatures."

"But it has some dangers; there may be a chance of turning into a monster."

Hearing this, Fernar couldn’t help but show a look of shock, somewhat unbelievable, and couldn’t help but blurt out, "Isn’t this what the Church used to call Witch Dem..."

Before finishing the sentence, Fernar realized he might not have been supposed to say that, quickly closing his mouth, his face tense, not daring to look at Rogel.

However, Rogel didn’t mind at all and smiled, looking at all the people present.

"That’s right; this is what you formerly imagined only the ’Witch Demon’ would use..."

He then restrained his smile.

"But its real name is Extraordinary Magic Potion."

"It stands side by side with danger yet holds unlimited possibilities."

"The Black Tide Secret Society will not prohibit the existence of the potion and will, in future meetings, teach knowledge related to the Magic Potion."

"Drinking Magic Potion to become an Extraordinary can still allow ’trading’ with the Master of the Black Tide."