I Have a Sailing Game

Chapter 624: Chapter 352: The Exiled Soul (2-in-1)

"This world once had a continent."

This information was learned from the mouth of the Giant Dragon Ancestor by the first Dragon Village leader.

But from memory, He only told the Dragon Village leader this one sentence at the time, not revealing more, probably out of concern for the pollution that secret knowledge might bring.

"I wonder how ancient this history is."

Rogel clicked his tongue in wonder.

Once again, his knowledge increased with something shocking but of little use.

After organizing these memories, Rogel pondered for a moment and decided to rest on this island for a while.

After scanning with spiritual power, he smacked his lips: "Forget it, there’s only a few coconuts and a lizard on the island. Better to transmit some stuff over from Scot..."

This small island was so barren that Rogel couldn’t bear to strip it clean.

After transmitting a bunch of delicacies using the Power of Faith, Rogel picked up a roasted lamb leg and started gnawing on it, then as if remembering something, he glanced at the Item Inventory.

"Almost forgot about you..."

Speaking, he pulled the item out of the Item Inventory and then meticulously scanned it with his spiritual power.

A moment later, Rogel couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

"Varesa? What a coincidence?"

"And it’s a bloodline exiled beyond the realm..."

"Interesting..."

He was somewhat disappointed.

Initially, he entertained the hope that this might be the soul of a fellow Earthling since it was found beyond the realm.

If that were the case, Rogel would’ve lent a hand, as long as it wasn’t some vicious brute. At the very least, he’d provide a handsome body and handcraft a Golden Finger.

If it were even more coincidental, and it turned out to be a fellow book lover, then he’d design a plotline for a perfect story protagonist and offer a complete service!

After all, without powerful hacks like his, transmigrating to this world would truly be Hell level difficulty...

However, that idea clearly fell through.

This soul was originally from the Main World, just exiled beyond the realm.

And it was related to the Sun Chasing Dynasty Varesa.

So, if Rogel allowed him to regain life...

It wouldn’t be a transmigrator, at most a reborn.

"A lost dynasty, it could be a nice potential ally. Speaking of which, it’s all Argongos’s doing..." Rogel rubbed his chin, considering the feasibility: "Let’s give it a try, at worst, it’s just for amusement."

Having made his decision, Rogel raised his hand, and the Black Tide emerged...

"Let me find..." he murmured to himself.

...

While Rogel was busy planting a new seed, one seed had already quietly begun to sprout.

Far across the Barbaric Sea Area.

Though it was called the Barbaric Sea Area, it didn’t even have an official name.

And on the Twin Islands, the appearance of the Hunting Tribe had undergone a tremendous transformation.

Thud... thud...

Heavy and powerful footsteps sounded again, and the Hunting Race people turned toward the sound, spotting that robust figure carrying massive prey.

With a thud, the prey was tossed down by Blade Wind.

At this moment, his body was already close to over two meters tall, muscles knotted like cast iron, exuding an invisible sense of intimidation, and the blood of prey lingering on him added a sense of danger.

"Blade Wind brother is back!"

"It’s a giant-legged elephant... such a dangerous beast, and Blade Wind brother hunted it alone..."

"Well, after all, Blade Wind brother is one who has received the blessings and baptism of gods!"

The tribe members energetically greeted Blade Wind, and he responded one by one.

However, Blade Wind seemed indifferent to the prey, heading straight back to his little hut.

With his younger brother Blade Fire outside, the house appeared slightly empty.

Blade Wind took the waterskin, took a hearty swig, breathed out, and sat by the chair.

He was planning to take out the Black Tide Mark for his daily prayer, but the slight footsteps at the door made him pause.

"Blade Wind."

This was a middle-aged man from the Hunting Race with slightly graying hair, the current clan leader of their Hunting Tribe.

Seeing his arrival, Blade Wind quickly got up to greet.

The clan leader didn’t exchange many pleasantries, after briefly greeting, he straightforwardly expressed the purpose of his visit.

"Blade Wind, in three days, you will succeed as the clan leader."

The clan leader’s tone was calm, but the words were incredibly shocking.

Before Blade Wind could respond, the clan leader continued.

"Over these days, your skills have likely been recognized by the tribespeople, even those who might not recognize you probably don’t have the guts to speak out..."

"You also have patience, I never told you my plans, yet you maintained composure and treated the tribespeople as always..."

"That is more than enough..."

"You have received the favor of the gods, and you will surely lead the Hunting Race to a brighter future..."

Initially, Blade Wind seemed ready to respond.

But as the clan leader continued, he gradually fell silent.

Back when he had jumped from the Divine Peak, Blade Wind naturally sought out the Hunting Tribe’s clan leader to express his requests.

He certainly hadn’t forgotten the god’s demand—to become the Common Lord of this Barbaric Sea Area and establish a civilized nation.

To achieve this, the help of the Hunting Tribe was essential.

After all, Blade Wind knew clearly that, although he had gained great power, it was far from enough to make every tribe in the Barbaric Sea Area submit solely by force.

Moreover, mere submission wasn’t enough, he also needed to establish a civilized nation, which couldn’t be accomplished just by having the strongest fists.

Essentially, he had to thank the blessings of the gods.

Otherwise, he might not even understand what the word "nation" meant.

All in all, Blade Wind knew well that to fulfill the god’s demand, he first had to earn his tribe’s recognition!

And now, he had done it.

"...To fulfill the god’s demand, there will likely be no shortage of wars in the future..."

"Blade Wind, I have only one requirement for you... no, it is a request, I beseech you, you must act within your means, do not let the Hunting Tribe fall into endless warfare..."

The old clan leader no longer appeared as the imposing figure Blade Wind once esteemed, but rather like a helpless old man rambling to a younger generation.

Logically speaking, the old clan leader’s advice was indeed very sound.

However, Blade Wind had grown up on the edge of life and death, recklessness was his norm, so his character certainly wouldn’t be indecisive.

Therefore, facing the clan leader’s advice, Blade Wind merely nodded slightly: "Don’t worry, Chief, I know what I’m doing."

He didn’t make a promise, he simply said it this way.

Decisiveness and coldness had been what allowed him to survive this long.

This was both an advantage and a potential flaw...

"...Let it be so."

Seeing this, the clan leader hesitated, opened his mouth several times but said nothing, in the end leaving such words before turning to leave.

He was well aware of Blade Wind’s character, in essence a good kid.

But...

Forget it, perhaps such a temperament is more suited for a king; the choice of the gods should not be wrong...

The clan leader finally left Blade Wind’s small hut with a light sigh.

Three days later.

Blade Wind smoothly took over the position of clan leader from the old leader, becoming the clan leader of the Hunting Tribe.

The tribe members had naturally seen Blade Wind’s recent performance clearly; his strength was known to all.

After becoming the clan leader, Blade Wind spoke in a deep voice, announcing the first important matter.

"From now on, Chasing will be our totem, and the Master of the Black Tide, will be our faith."

"The Chasing Totem will strengthen our will and body, while the Master of the Black Tide, will guide our direction..."

Blade Wind’s order was decisive and implemented swiftly.

If before, when the slender him spoke, he only seemed serious and gentle, now he seemed to carry some innate leadership qualities, and also exuded authority.

In the time that followed, under Blade Wind’s lead, the Hunting Tribe began hunting beasts, bathing in blood, crafting gear, and gradually moved towards strength...