Standing last among those sailors, Byron was shoved roughly onto that narrow gangplank by the pirates.
Just a short distance beneath his feet churned blood-steeped waves and dozens of gaping mouths filled with sharp teeth!
”Thud.“
He could only watch helplessly as the sharks opened their mouths, stirring up turbulent currents in the ocean as they bit viciously towards him!
However, the [Sailing Logbook] formed before his eyes and wrote furiously on its own:
"The ancient blood of the Bayfolk within you begins to boil.
Spiritual sublimation commences!"


A moment before, everything had been so beautiful. Emperor Montezuma II of the Aztec Empire wore a tall, corn-shaped, conical hat. He was adorned with turquoise and gold ornaments, his shoulders broad, his figure imposing. After communicating with the Empire and his guardian deity, the God of Tyranny—using the Queen, who served as chief priestess, and the Golden Code as mediums—he seemed to have acquired a divine aura that complemented his already imposing human presence, exuding majesty and radiance! He felt as if he had truly reached the pinnacle of his life.


Chapter 149 - Chapter 143 Why did you engrave your name on my pipe?