Pirate Kingship

Chapter 410 - 330: New Entry: The Halo of a Great Good Person

Chapter 410: Chapter 330: New Entry: The Halo of a Great Good Person

The bigwigs of the College of Cardinals command the wind and rain throughout the Silver Continent, having everything at their beck and call. They are unlike the kings of various nations, who are constrained by a plethora of nobles and divided powers, living even more freely than secular monarchs.

The only regret is probably that the Ladder of Glory’s Transcendent pathway never offers the service of life essence sublimation. No matter if you are a Cardinal Bishop, crowned with the name of a Saint, or the Supreme Pope, sooner or later you have to grow old, abdicate, and hand over the Power Ring. Perhaps there is inequality in life, but in the face of death, everyone is equal!

Now it seems that these clergy, who are obsessed with power, are clearly more greedy than those secular monarchs who at most pursue immortality. They want to use the Forbidden Book "Heaven’s Gospel," which has strong side effects and great difficulty in promotion. They also want the Blood of Immortality, which can completely solve hidden dangers, allowing them to transform into angels on earth—or even deities—without any side effects! In light of this, The Bound Creator must truly be in great trouble. His condition might be a bit stronger than the Old Gods, but he indeed no longer has the strength to care about everything happening in the Material World.

With the abilities of the Blood of Immortality as a thread, Byron was able to thread all the previous clues together, suddenly clarifying the cause and effect.

Whether it was slaughtering Lancaster, eradicating the Traditional Faction Bayfolk of Iron Anchor Bay, preventing the prophecy of the Mad Hunt Deity’s revival from coming to fruition, or suppressing the Protestant Doctrine, allying with the York Family, and the Bloodthirsty Cult starting the project of immortality, it was all to forever retain their power.

This had nothing to do with faith and justice.

Byron glanced at the Sailing Logbook with its Decryption Rate at one hundred percent and said with a tinge of regret, "[Secret: The Shadow behind the Red and White Rose War] was the first Hidden I uncovered after obtaining the ’Sailing Logbook’; to save my life, I already extracted a Sacred Relic once. This time, even with a complete decryption, there is no such luck a second time."

The first entry, [Historical Reviser], allowed him to randomly extract a Sacred Relic whenever he encountered a Hidden with an influence over thirty points, used for correcting history.

Correspondingly, the [First-Class Holy Relic · Nation-Destroying Nail] had already been used in Iron Anchor Bay.

One could say that without the chain reaction caused by the destruction of the First Fleet, Byron could not have controlled The Seventh Fleet and the entire colony, which were lacking in soldiers and officers. Nor could he have attained such high prestige and status within the White Rose York Party.

It was very much worth the cost.

As for the remaining Spirituality rewards and new entries, they were immediately credited to his account.

Byron’s already profound Spirituality was further enhanced, going from 13.6 to 14.1.

The higher one goes, the more difficult it is to increase Spirituality; if this decryption had occurred at a Low Sequence, it would have been sufficient for him to boost it by one or two points at once.

Even so, it was enough to grant Byron absolute dominance among the Third Order Transcendents.

Spirituality was no longer his weakness.

At the same time, in addition to: Historical Reviser; Heartfelt Trouble; Outlaw Madman; You Are Not The Murderer; Why Did You Engrave Your Name On My Pipe?; Unhindered by Sickness (Inactive); The Three Musketeers, he received an eighth entry.

The ink on the Sailing Logbook automatically spread out, turning the mere words into reality.

[Saint’s Halo] (also known as: You’re a Good Person/Halo of the Great Benefactor):

"As the saying goes, the more one lacks something, the more they flaunt it.

Directly putting a ’Great Good Man’ label on your forehead.

The moral radiance from you almost condenses into a sparkling angelic halo above your head.

Anyone who sees you begins to idealize,

Considering you as the benchmark, the model, the moral high ground!

No matter what action you take, those around you will interpret it as a righteous cause.

Similar to the [Fairy] Rigel’s title effect, her actions are understood and forgiven due to her stunning beauty.

While you are revered because your positive image has already been deeply imprinted in people’s hearts.

Note: It is normal for villains to harm good people, and being a Great Good Man cannot eliminate the enmity from opponents. Even when the garden is full of orchids, weeds must still be uprooted."

It sounds excellent, almost like a super-villain’s divine technique. If Sect Leader Yue had this ability, he would definitely be a true gentleman for life, never losing his disguise.

But at the same time, there arises a deeply ingrained side effect:

"Fear of Inadequate Firepower Syndrome!

It’s said that every rabbit, gentle and kind on the outside, suffers from this disease—incurable and untreatable. Only bigger, stronger firepower can bring some relief."

The external and internal, stillness and motion counterbalance each other, which also perfectly fits Byron’s nature. A Great Good Man is just a facade; only when one truly values nuclear force and convinces others with reason—nuclear deterrent—can they, like some great Samaritans from Blue Planet, truly intimidate nations.

After acquiring the new entry, Byron’s bloodline sublimation ceremony went on without any other incidents.

About an hour later, the pod enveloping Byron matured and burst, allowing him to emerge rejuvenated in front of everyone.

A silk robe automatically flew out from the Snake Skin Bag and draped itself over his body.

His 190-centimeter frame did not grow any taller, but standing there, he seemed as tall and majestic as a mountain, exerting a heavy sense of oppression.

A golden Luminous Crown sparkled on his head, making all the Marines instinctively lower their heads, not daring to meet his eyes. It was not like the usual reverence for a Captain, but rather an innate and powerful pressure emanating from the depths of their blood.