Chapter 715 - 396: Lopasman (Double-Length - )

Fernar felt that Vic did not seem to be joking with him.

Moreover, his Talent Ability seemed to support this point, the blurry image of the running Giant, just like he had said, the Sun Chasing Giant.

But deep down, he didn’t quite believe that this was true.

Fernar sized him up once more, still frowning tightly.

This silly appearance, could he really be the ruler of an Ancient Dynasty?

Fernar didn’t say anything.

But his gaze and expression seemed to say everything.

All of this was noticed by Vic.

He couldn’t help but twitch his lips: "...I always feel like you’re speaking ill of me in your heart."

"You don’t believe it, do you?"

Upon hearing this, Fernar shook his head: "No, I barely believe it."

Barely believe it...

Vic fell silent for a moment upon hearing this.

If it’s too forced, then you might as well not believe it at all...

"Since you say you are the lost ruler of an Ancient Dynasty..." Fernar didn’t dwell much on the issue of belief but instead asked: "Is this body of yours... taken by force?"

Fernar pointed to Vic’s chest and asked this.

Upon hearing this, Vic shook his head, choosing not to hide anything, as now the two of them were partners with their lives tied together.

"No..."

He looked at his palm.

"When I woke up, perhaps I had already died once..."

"I can no longer be sure of who I truly am now."

"Maybe I’m Vic, maybe I’m the ruler of Varesa, or maybe... both? Who knows..."

Vic chuckled.

He didn’t care much about this matter anymore.

Now, he should probably be referred to as a newly born soul possessing both the memories of the ruler of Varesa and Vic.

Seeing Vic’s philosophical pondering, Fernar didn’t linger too much on this topic.

"Alright, King of Varesa."

Fernar looked around.

"We are now in the border mist, can you tell me what we should do next?"

Vic fell silent for a moment, then looked at the thick gray mist before slowly speaking.

"Next, you better pray that we can find the Sun Chasing Giant’s remains..."

"Otherwise, we most likely will be lost in this mist forever..."

...

Woo—

The steamship at the port sounded its horn and set out once more.

This new steam-powered ship stood out among the vessels in the harbor, drawing exclaims from the island residents.

A tall man, wearing a cigar and with his broad chest exposed, slowly descended from the gangway, surveyed the surroundings, and walked towards the island.

However, before he could go far, a small hand firmly tugged at the corner of his clothes.

He turned to find a dirty little girl, deeply bowing her head, holding her hands out in a begging gesture.

Looking around, there were many other children like her, and not only children.

Many disabled elders and crying women were there too.

They seemed to be organized, rushing to beg whenever a passenger got off a ship.

The man glanced at the rather dilapidated town, then fetched a few Silver Coins from his hand and placed them in the girl’s hands.

Then, he turned and left.

However, soon, five or six children emerged from a corner of the alley, crowding around him and reaching out their hands, seemingly having been watching in secret for a while.

The man pinched his nose and sighed.

Then, he reached out and grabbed the little hand attempting to steal.

The boy who was trying to steal instantly shrank his pupils, struggling vigorously, only to find the man’s hand was like an iron clamp, not budging at all.

Just when he thought he was in trouble, he heard the man’s hoarse and magnetic low voice.

"Stay here, don’t move."

With his words falling.

The boy felt as if he was being controlled by an mysterious power, unable to resist as he and his companions went to the side, obediently standing in a row.

"Damn... you little brats, what are you trying to do, rebel?"

As if their actions were too outrageous, following a voice questioning them, a group of fierce-looking thugs quickly appeared.

Earlier, they seemed to be ordinary dock workers.

Rogel calmly looked at the circle of thugs surrounding him.

He didn’t speak or move.

He just stood there quietly, then gave a thought.

The group of people in front of him suddenly turned into ashes, vanishing into the air...

He puffed out a cloud of smoke, then turned towards the town and walked away.

At this moment, he was possessed by a fabricated avatar and had arrived in the northern part of the Sea of Confession.

Of course, the avatar he fabricated wasn’t the only one.

The things happening here were just one of the tasks he needed to perform.

This was inside the borders of the Lopasman Empire, the faith territory of the Extreme Night Church, on a large island named ’White Radish’...

This place was filled with poverty, exploitation, and oppression.

In this regard, the Lopasman Empire far surpasses the faith territories of the Mother Goddess and the surrounding Demigods.

As a unified and massive empire, the Lopasman Empire has existed for a long time.

Its internal corruption is already nothing short of a murky mess, with the Church and nobility joining hands to squeeze the commoners dry, trying to extract every drop of value from them.

This naturally leaves the common people suffering.

It’s well-known that there’s a common sense: if people can’t eat, they’ll find ways to eat, even if it means rebelling.

Even in a world with Extraordinary Power, it is the same.