blueteamnovel Chapter 373 - 312: Hoping My Father Becomes a Dragon: Our Cabin Leads to Financial Street
Chapter 373 - 312: Hoping My Father Becomes a Dragon: Our Cabin Leads to Financial Street
Chapter 373: Chapter 312: Hoping My Father Becomes a Dragon: Our Cabin Leads to Financial Street
On one side were his father, his uncle, and a host of fellow clan cousins; on the other, his devoted subjects. Trapped by both, he could hardly abandon either.
But if the tugging continued, once he succeeded in pulling the other out, his father’s prediction would likely become reality.
Then, everyone in the city, including themselves, might end up keeping his father company in the shipwreck graveyard.
This situation presented a tough choice for the brother and sister.
Yet, this dilemma vanished in an instant with a simple snap of Byron’s fingers.
SNAP!
Many inhabitants, deep in their dreams and oblivious to reality, suddenly found themselves beside a tall figure in a White Robe, radiating pure, Holy Light.
"You are..."
The figure waved gently, and a swath of pure white light showered down, deactivating the parasite barnacles that had started to grow on them and causing them to fall to the ground.
The irresistible drowsiness swiftly dissipated from their bodies, and the blurry, chaotic Dreamworld receded.
Their eyeballs rapidly moved beneath their eyelids then suddenly opened wide, completely breaking free from the Nightmare that was Luanyun City.
Only a name etched deep into their souls remained—"Father of Healing."
In fact, it had been the six maids who came with the Faustian Pact who had intervened.
They could change their appearances at will based on the inclinations of people’s hearts. Led by Head Maid Sherry, they all disguised themselves as another of Byron’s "deity" personas.
While distributing a wide-scale coral disease vaccine throughout the city, they also reinforced their mental branding, setting the stage for addressing the sleepers and Parasitic Corals elsewhere.
Byron had always been like this; when devising plans, he always accounted for defeat before victory.
He always prepared exits in advance, ready to extract himself and cut losses at any time.
Vaccinating everyone against the coral disease was like drawing the firewood from under the cauldron, severing the connection between the Dream Realm and reality at its root.
No matter how powerful the Dream-Power Ability, it could do nothing to those in reality.
If not for the unexpected arrival of the Blue Dragon King, which shifted their priority from stopping the disaster to carrying out a rescue, they would have been able to nip this divine manifestation calamity in the bud during its inception.
As the collective dream crumbled and dissipated, the anchor chains of all the residents of the International Port naturally vanished one by one.
CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!...
Dream anchor chains, stretched to their limits, snapped apart one after another, and Byron and Catherine finally let go of the two chains they were holding.
"Father, when we next prepare, we’ll come to the New Continent to find you soon!"
The Mithril Dragon recoiled, carried by inertia, slowly drifting away from Edmund Lancaster, who revealed a gratified smile.
But the summoned Blue Dragon Soul surged forward, plunging into Luanyun City, streaking past the Blue Dragon King and wreaking havoc among the rows of other Ghost Battleships.
In their panic, Yemengade and the other Ghost Ship Captains failed to notice the Blue Dragon Soul exchange a wisp of Spirituality with Edmund as it passed by.
The Bayfolk youth could only stare fixedly at the International Port, where the sky was clearing and the fog dissipating, grinding his teeth, "Impossible! How can mere mortals visit my lord’s Dreamworld and return to reality? Do you also possess a Dream-Power Ability comparable to a Sixth Order?!"
No one answered his question.
With the collective dream of all the residents of the International Port gone, the real world began to resist the arrival of the Old God’s offspring, the Touch of the Kraken.
The manifestation ritual was nearly complete, but at the last moment, it was forcefully repelled.
Even the entire city of dreams, Luanyun City, was being forcibly stripped from the real world, and the divine manifestation ritual failed completely.
Yemengade could not accept that the "Blood Frenzy Disaster," which he had been plotting since the corruption of the May Wind, would end in such a bizarre way.
Subconsciously, he pulled out the Faustian Contract, marked with a black background and red letters. He continuously drew Philosopher’s Stones to supply the tentacle in a vain attempt to prolong the ritual, but it was like trying to extinguish a cartload of burning wood with a cup of water.
The separation between reality and the Dream Realm was unstoppable, growing ever wider.
The Contract Devil, once the Great Pirate Flint, emerged and timely amended the contract, reminding him, "Your current debt is equivalent to four thousand five hundred Philosopher’s Stones. The normal repayment date is tomorrow. Each day of delay will incur an additional 10% interest. If you cannot repay within ten days, or if you, the signatory, break the contract, your soul will be consumed by this contract."
Yemengade’s frantic scattering of Philosopher’s Stones gradually slowed to a stop.
Outside the Dreamworld, Byron also noticed the third of the Faustian Contract in his hand, his eyes suddenly lighting up.
Eh? This thing actually fell into his hands? You might as well come into my bowl.
The rampant Blue Dragon Soul, about to revert to the Silver Law, immediately turned its head toward Yemengade, unleashing a massive orb of light and completing an exchange of a wisp of Divine Light.
With that, the two interlocked "Warships" of the Dream Realm and reality completely separated.
The tentacle that had lost all its Anchoring points also detached from the Warship and slowly retracted back into the egg sac deep within the Dreamworld, waiting for the next manifestation ceremony.
The Blue Dragon King then filled its sails and lightly settled back onto the sea’s surface.
Yemengade, who had barely escaped the explosion by leveraging his Dream-Power Ability and now looked slightly disheveled, watched the Dragon Knights outside with a chilling gaze, "Earl Grenville, ’Mithril Dragon’ Catherine; Governor of the Royal Port of Hightins, ’Sea Hunter’ Byron Tudor, I will remember you. Someday, I will return."
Then, turning to look at the Blue Dragon King, which seemed unharmed, as if nothing had happened, and had resumed its boring life of "eating, sleeping, and fighting Ghost Ships," he hissed hatefully, "Let’s start with you. I may indeed not be able to deal with you directly, but for Undead Creatures, life ends with death, unable to progress or grow further. I will restrict the engagement of other heavy Warships, cut off your logistical support, and prevent you from sustaining the war through battles. How long can you use the Spirituality within you, and the weapons and 32-pound cannonballs on your ship? By then, I’ll open the passage at the Edge of the World and let the Ghost Ships swarm into the shipwreck graveyard. What will you do then? I will gradually exhaust you to death, starve you to death, and the Bayfolk’s treasures will eventually belong to me, Yemengade!"
This was true for both Byron’s Undead Servants and naturally born Undead Creatures.
Once a human dies, their autonomous transformation almost ceases, and they can’t progress further, let alone climb further up the Ladder of Glory.
Henry VI and Edmund Lancaster died as Tier 4 Heroes, and they will forever remain Tier 4 Heroes.
Even if they return successfully, neither the Silver Law nor the Iron Laws of Sovereignty would acknowledge their Kingly Title and Anchoring.
Even with advancement through the rules of the shipwreck graveyard, the rate of progress would only be a fraction of what a normal human could achieve.
Just as Andrew Lancaster spent over a hundred years on Silvergold Island, where time flows differently, but the lengthy sojourn did not grant him power far exceeding others. On the contrary, he had become much weaker than when he was alive.
Unless these Undead can continuously replenish "Transformation" from the outside world, like from other humans, or treasures like Blood of Transformation or Philosopher’s Stones. Or by following certain forbidden knowledge, they transform themselves into Undead Mythical Creatures like ’Undead Knights’ or ’Stitched Monsters’ and reactivate their dead transcendent path.
This is why Yemengade felt confident in his grasp over the Blue Dragon King.
Byron, of course, knew that part of what the other said was deliberately said for him to hear, to make him feel anxious and regretful, uneasy and insecure.
But...
He looked at the two unimpressive doorways that had quietly appeared in his online trading platform, the Financial Street, and felt utterly calm, You want to scorch earth? Then faced with this Financial Street, what will you do?
The spiritual exchange that just took place had successfully established a connection between the two.
With this First-Class Sacred Relic, Byron could achieve real-time airdrops, and the resources from Financial Street, even the entire Material World, would be provided to the Blue Dragon King without limit.
Especially the Torrent Fortress, soon to be the top steel, military, and industrial capacity supplier of armaments in the world—their support goes without saying.
Cannonballs, Firearms, alchemical explosives, Spices, Blood of Transformation... there would be no shortage.
As long as his father asked, even paper-made maids, butlers, and beautiful Dancers could be burnt for him in an instant. It’s just uncertain if this Deadman’s World offers such services.
Even occasionally through this portal, he could throw in some other Old Gods’ or peers’ "interesting toys"—like the Golden Great Devil Card from the Capricious Joker—for a chance to cause indigestion in the Kraken and boost the odds of a rescue.
And although items with Spirituality couldn’t be taken out, there should be a wealth of ancient Antiques settled in the stomach of an Old God over two thousand years—precious treasures for the "Historians" of the Tower Sequence.
Opening an Antique shop on Financial Street would immediately create a positive cycle!
Tumble about in the stomach of an Old God, Father. I want to see the shipwreck graveyard and the Edge of the World flood with blood! The ’King of the Undying’—a title the ’Double-faced Person’ Smith Brothers obsessed over even in death—can only be yours. If you can whisk me away to soar directly when you break free in the future and pass on to your son a... Kingly Title, nothing could be better.