Witch, I Swear I’m Not a Deep Sea Ancient God!

Chapter 98: The Navy Admiral’s Request

A five-star arm badge, Navy Admiral...

Chen Qi was secretly shocked.

Although the Navy’s weak strength in the Witch Sea sector had long been questioned by all sides,

an Admiral, as one of the Navy’s leaders, was undoubtedly a top-tier powerhouse.

Chen Qi felt the opponent’s spiritual energy field.

There was no deliberate concealment; the spiritual energy field was like an immovable mountain.

Even the surrounding air seemed to solidify.

Just a slight leak of aura made the water spirits tremble uncontrollably.

Fourth tier, a legendary figure...

If there was a huge chasm between second and third tiers, then between third and fourth tiers lay an enormous abyss.The person Pelu had brought was actually a Navy Admiral!

Chen Qi rubbed his head, feeling a slight headache.

A Navy Admiral in the Witch Sea could be considered a regional overlord.

If not for the law, their overwhelming strength would let them act with impunity.

Now, a fourth-tier powerhouse was asking him for help.

For a moment, besides matters involving taking the blame, he couldn’t think of anything he could help a Navy Admiral with.

The elderly Navy Admiral spoke kindly:

“I am advanced in years. Just call me Old White Seagull or Mr. White Seagull. I came here to have a meal and also to entrust you with a matter.”

White Seagull...

Chen Qi recalled for a moment.

White Seagull was a Navy Admiral in semi-retirement; if not for the Dimensional Tide, he would have already been close to retirement.

On the game forums, although he mostly spent time resting, he was well regarded as a Navy Admiral.

If you wanted to join the Navy faction, Old White Seagull’s camp was the most recommended.

“All right, Mr. White Seagull. It’s cold outside; would you like to come inside to talk?”

Chen Qi tentatively asked.

He was indeed urgently in need of a second-tier Lamp Phase profession card’s resources.

However, if this involved Navy secrets, it wouldn’t be worth the risk.

He had no interest in getting caught up in Navy conflicts right now.

Old White Seagull hesitated for a moment, then stepped onto the small houseboat and poured himself a cup of hot wine.

At this moment, besides Old White Seagull, inside the small houseboat were the well-known big mouth Pelu, who was drunk, and Lilith from Witch Times.

If he could speak about matters openly in front of these two hidden geniuses, it probably wasn’t too confidential.

As long as this wasn’t to make me handle dirty work, Chen Qi breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously:

“Mr. White Seagull, what’s the matter?”

Old White Seagull drank a cup of hot wine and slowly said:

“I wanted to enjoy a meal of Moonlight Fish, and I heard from Pelu that you need a second-tier Lamp Phase profession card with quite powerful inspiration.”

“Hmm... something like that.”

Chen Qi answered.

In the Witch Sea, there were many newcomers like him with strong inspiration.

For example, Teacher An, who had exceptional inspiration since childhood, even able to feel the surging spiritual energy within her body.

Old White Seagull continued:

“Then, sir, how would you assess your strength as a first-tier transcendent?

Also, could you let me see your Hunter’s license and files?”

Among first-tier transcendents...

Chen Qi was asked and fell into thought.

Though still a rookie, he had barely passed the newbie phase.

If excluding nobles or those with great opportunities, among first-tier transcendents, his strength was already near the top.

But with his newly acquired Ember’s Touch, even against carefully trained noble first-tiers, he could hold his ground!

Chen Qi replied:

“Not bad, but Mr. White Seagull, I don’t have a Hunter’s license yet, nor a hunter file recording combat information.”

Old White Seagull suddenly frowned and looked at the dazed Pelu:

“Pelu told me you entered a D-tier dimensional rift with less than 20% survival rate and came back alive. You are a powerful hunter with both strength and courage. She said you’re the bravest first-tier hunter she’s seen in recent years.”

“I have indeed cleared several rifts, but I haven’t obtained a hunter license yet.”

“Is that so...”

Old White Seagull looked sorrowful. His intelligence seemed mistaken; although this person had high inspiration, his combat experience appeared insufficient.

Chen Qi adjusted his collar:

“So, Mr. White Seagull, what exactly is the matter? If you need a chef for a banquet, my skills aren’t up to par yet.”

Old White Seagull sighed deeply:

“It’s like this: the Dimensional Tide has reawakened many rifts.

And in some place in the Moonstone Archipelago, a single-player E-tier rift has also reawakened.

This rift is crucial to my family. So I’ve been asking the Hunter Association to find someone to clear it.

Unfortunately, due to the recklessness of predecessors, the rift mutated from an E-tier into a D-tier rift.

But still, only first-tier hunters can enter.”

After the single-player E-tier rift mutated into a D-tier rift, the entry requirements would not change in the short term.

In strategy, this is a typical forced high-difficulty dungeon and one of the hardest rift types to handle.

Even players find such rifts very hard to clear.

Chen Qi asked curiously: “How is the clearing situation of this rift?”

Old White Seagull shook his head: “The upgraded D-tier rift’s difficulty far surpasses ordinary rifts.

Now, the Hunter Association has dispatched sixteen first-tier hunters. Among them, eleven have no remains left, and five first-tier hunters barely escaped but with heavy injuries.”

Five hunters survived and escaped?

That difficulty isn’t so bad... Chen Qi thought.

Old White Seagull continued:

“In this rift, inspiration is crucial, and it involves some Lamp Phase puzzle elements, requiring strong inspiration.

So I’ve been commissioning the Hunter Association to find highly inspired first-tier hunters, but many have failed.

I originally wanted to ask Pelu, who is also first-tier, but she recommended you. And I once obtained a rare second-tier Lamp Phase profession card years ago, which I can offer as a reward.”

A rare second-tier profession card!

Chen Qi resisted the temptation and instinctively asked: “Why not ask the Navy?”

Normally, a Navy Admiral handling this would simply have subordinates deal with it.

Old White Seagull drank a mouthful of hot wine:

“No, the Navy is undergoing reorganization. This timing is very critical.

And as an Admiral, even trivial matters cannot use Navy resources.”

Then Old White Seagull seemed to recall some sorrowful matter:

“Also, Chef, the strength of the new generation Navy may not be stronger than the Hunter Association’s specialists.”

This request could be accepted, Chen Qi thought for a long time:

“My strength is indeed a bit stronger than ordinary first-tier transcendents. I can give it a try. So, what exactly is the request?”

Old White Seagull looked out at the sea through the window: “Chef, have you heard of the Lost in the Rift?”

Lost in the Rift?

Chen Qi recalled briefly; this was a common term mid-game.

Simply put, these are survivors who remain in the rift even as it closes.

Some keep their sanity, become part of the rift, continuously growing stronger, even surpassing the rift itself!

But this is only a rare few among the few.

Most become terrifying undead and monsters.

The larger and more difficult the rift, the higher the chance of encountering Lost in the Rift.

Many top players have been trapped by Lost in the Rift even in C-tier rifts.

Chen Qi answered: “I know.”

Old White Seagull fell silent for a long time, full of regret:

“Ten years ago, my son went into a rift in the Moonstone Archipelago. He was stubborn, unwilling to accept the family’s gift, wanting to become a legend by himself, just like the legendary Deep Sea Hunters.

But as the rift was about to close, he was crushed under a monster’s corpse and could no longer leave. His companions could only leave food for him.

Now, with the tide returning, the rift has opened again.”

At this point, the powerful transcendent’s hand trembled slightly.

Even as a Navy Admiral envied by all, there were still many things beyond their control.

Old White Seagull took out a neatly arranged hundred thousand Shell Coins and the rift’s file from his clothes:

“Chef, I want you to bring my son back and hold a belated funeral for him on his death anniversary this year.

This is my request.”