bdsm-fiction Chapter 139 You Owe Me Three Lives
Chapter 139 You Owe Me Three Lives
The sea area where the passenger ship previously encountered a maritime disaster.
Alger, a part-time pirate, is leading his crew in a search of the area, mainly looking for any unusual or unusual traces, and incidentally searching for shipwreck survivors.
Of course, on the surface they were pirates who came to take advantage of the chaos.
"Boss, we haven't found anything except wreckage, not even a few bodies..."
A sailor reported dejectedly to his commander, "There's nothing of value at all."
Listening to his sailors' report, Alger didn't show much emotion, simply waving his hand to indicate that he understood.
"Honestly, coming here is a waste of time..." the sailor complained before leaving.
Alger just shook his head when he heard that... Anyway, he was just here to check things out. Since there was nothing there, he might as well take a stroll around the area. That would be enough to make the church pay him.
Not long after, there was another knock on the door.
Alger composed himself and asked seriously, "What is it now?"
"Boss, we've retrieved a suitcase."
"Suitcase?"
"Yes, this is the only intact thing we found today."
As he spoke, the sailor brought up a leather suitcase with a fawning expression.
"It's probably luggage from the passenger ship." Alger stood up and glanced at the suitcase briefly.
I noticed that its square shape and craftsmanship were quite exquisite. Even after being soaked in seawater for so long, there were no signs of damage.
"It probably belongs to some wealthy businessman..." he analyzed.
He then opened the box in front of his men. To his surprise, the box was somewhat waterproof, and the inside wasn't very damp.
The contents of the box were quite ordinary: a few pieces of clothing, and underneath them, a small silver knife, a gold-inlaid pocket watch, and a gold coin with a unique pattern.
These are some small antiques that look quite old.
"It should be worth a few dozen pounds..." To be honest, Alger was a little disappointed, since he hadn't gotten anything of great value, but considering that it was essentially free, he couldn't complain.
Just when he thought it was just a simple suitcase, he suddenly felt a strange bulge inside. He reached inside and found that there seemed to be a hidden compartment.
He glanced at his subordinate standing directly in front of him, then subtly withdrew his hand, saying casually, "Nothing of great value."
"I see..." The sailor was somewhat disappointed upon hearing this.
Alger took out the silver knife and handed it to the sailor: "This little thing is quite exquisite. Here, take it."
"Thank you, boss." The sailor excitedly took the knife.
After dismissing his men, Alger locked the captain's cabin door, his intuition telling him that there must be something more valuable in that box.
He went to the suitcase, opened it completely, and gently pulled open the hidden compartment. Inside, he found a stack of documents.
"This is... banknotes?" Alger's eyes lit up; at the top was a stack of gold pound banknotes.
"It's about five hundred pounds." He counted it roughly, then casually shoved it into his pocket.
This amount of money isn't much, but it's not insignificant either... just enough to make up for some of the savings he spent on buying extraordinary materials.
"This is..." While examining the documents, Alger noticed a familiar script—Rosserian.
He decisively took out those pages and examined them carefully...
"This is the year, month, day..."
"There's no mistake, this is Russell's Diary!" Alger was both surprised and delighted. He had originally planned to try to acquire some of Russell's Diary after returning to the shore, but he never expected to find it here by chance.
However, before he could even feel happy, he found a familiar word on another page.
"Antigonus..."
Alger recalled that at the Tarot meeting, Mr. Fool had mentioned this name and a notebook of Antigonus's Notebook.
"Could it be... that this is the will of the Fool?"
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On Lorne's side, after much effort, he finally managed to steer the pirate ship away, but it was more like he was being pushed along by the waves than steered it.
One of the ship's masts broke, leaving the ship with very little power. The only saving grace was that the ship's steering function was still working, and it could still be controlled with the rudder.
Unfamiliar with this sea area, Lorne didn't know where to sail. He could only roughly determine a direction through divination and stumbled as he sailed into the distance.
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Sequence 0: Tyrant
Three Thor traits plus Tyrant uniqueness.
The ritual requires hundreds of thousands of followers who submit to faith out of fear, followed by a solo challenge against a true god (another Sequence 0) and survival, and finally, in that atmosphere of fear and obedience, the ingestion of a potion to complete the ascension.
In the cockpit, Lorne was pondering the information he had gleaned from the Blasphemy Token. To be honest, there was a unique thrill in peering into the secrets of the gods.
When he saw the tyrant's godhood ceremony, his first thought was—it was a waste of his time.
This ritual is utterly pointless. To challenge a true god and survive means challenging someone far beyond one's level. And putting that aside, since it's about challenging a deity, doesn't that imply that without other gods, he can't become a god...?
Taking on a challenge beyond one's level doesn't guarantee a head start...
"There should be a way to replace it..."
Lorne thought half-jokingly, "Is there anything easier... like becoming a god while lying down...?"
Besides the recipe, the most important thing about this blasphemous card is that it confirms one of Lorne's conjectures: that there is only one god for each path, since the recipes all specify an ingredient called uniqueness.
"God..." Lorne gazed at the distant horizon, thinking half seriously and half jokingly, "Maybe one day I can become a god too?"
Putting aside his mockery of the gods, he began to think about something else.
This personal experience has proven that the eighth rule of the time travel guide is useful. So, is the seventh rule, which states that reciting someone's name can guarantee the delivery of an angel, also true?
After all, if a single incantation can summon such devastating power, it seems not impossible to ascend to heaven in one step by simply reciting a revered name.
Just as Lorne was resting his chin on his hand in thought, his inspiration was suddenly struck.
"Uh...where am I?" A weak voice came from behind.
Lorne turned around and saw Tracy slowly open her eyes. Disbelief filled the girl's pale face: "I...I'm still alive?"
"Of course you're still alive. I'm not saying you can't die until you've paid back the two lives you owe me."
Hearing the girl's murmur, Lorne chuckled and teased her.
Tracy stared at him blankly, her deep blue eyes filled with complex emotions: "You... too..."
"I'm fine too."
Lorne approached the girl, examined her slightly flushed face, and said:
"Now you owe me three lives~"