Chapter 441 - 188: This Rope... Is Art

Wei’en was startled. "The entire Cordo Sea? How are they going to manage an area that large?"

"They’ll probably get them to help..." Menor gestured with his eyes toward Yuan and the other man, who were still roughhousing. "I’m sure no one cares more about the Cordo Sea than the crew of the Black Pearl."

Wei’en understood. The crew of the Black Pearl were indeed the most suitable people for this part of the sea.

If they found out that the taboo rule about entering dreams at night was deliberately set up by someone, they would surely fly into a rage.

"Alright, you should go check on Clelia. My time is short. I’ll be returning to headquarters soon."

"Okay."

Wei’en nodded, glanced one last time at Marco and the others cleaning the deck at the stern, then flashed back over to the Kenzan Frolov.

’This is for the best. Black Jack and his crew may seem vicious, but they actually have a set code of conduct. Even though there are villains like Henrik among them, at least they don’t turn their blades on their own people.’

’Besides, with Yuan there, I’m sure Marco will get plenty of training on the Black Pearl.’

Menor watched Wei’en’s departing figure. Though he was reluctant to admit it, he already treated Wei’en as an equal.

But what troubled him was the loneliness and vigilance he could sense in Wei’en’s heart, like a solid, towering wall without a single crack. Whether it was with the Eternal Life Association or with Yuan and the others, he never revealed his true thoughts.

’What a difficult person... if it weren’t for his potential and strength, and...’

’Ah, forget it. I’ll let Clelia deal with this headache.’

With that thought, Menor walked over and stopped Yuan and Black Jack. It’s unclear what he said, but they stopped their roughhousing and started clamoring about throwing a party and drinking until they dropped.

On the other side, Wei’en heard the commotion behind him. While inwardly marveling at the skills of the "Eternal Life Association’s social butterfly," he walked over to Clelia’s side.

"How’s it going?"

"I don’t know where to start..." Clelia looked frustrated, pointing at Pavla, who was still fast asleep with her eyes closed. "I can’t even touch her body."

Wei’en reached out with two fingers and tapped Pavla’s forehead, then looked at Clelia in confusion. ’It’s that simple, isn’t it?’

Clelia’s eyes widened. "How did you do that?"

"What were you thinking when you tried to touch her just now?"

"I was just thinking of tying her up and taking her into that space... Does that matter?"

’Is that all?’

Wei’en was skeptical. He asked resignedly, "...Don’t you know about the power of the Benevolence Authority?"

"You mean I can’t have any malicious intent towards her?" Clelia belatedly touched Pavla’s chest. "It really works! No wonder... I was just thinking of stripping..."

"..."

Wei’en covered his eyes. ’You wanted to strip off that beautiful long dress, didn’t you?’

’You’re one of a kind, Thousand Faces.’

Then he watched as Clelia excitedly took out a rope and tied Pavla up in a very alluring pose...

Her two... assets... were particularly prominent. If Pavla’s Golden Robe hadn’t been thick enough, the "dials and hands" might have poked right through.

’Uh, where did she learn these rope skills?’

’It’s a fucking art form!’

"So? What do you think?" Clelia admired her masterpiece. "Not bad, huh~"

"...Not bad, I guess." Wei’en turned to face the blood-and-gore-splattered deck, covering his nose and mumbling, "Hurry up. We still need to get Ronan and the others."

"Oh?"

"The Ronan has been destroyed. For the rest of the voyage, we’ll have to rely on this Five-Masted Sailing Ship we’re on. We should let Ronan come out and take a look."

Clelia nodded in understanding. She hoisted Pavla onto one shoulder, grabbed Wei’en’s hand with the other, and said, "Let’s go. I can’t wait to see those lovely Guards~"

"Wait, one last thing. Ghosts!"

Wei’en pointed to the corpses of the Holy Professionals on the deck. "Clean up."

"Adagua!"

Following his command, the four Origin sub-bodies opened their giant maws and swept across the deck, leaving only a few intact corpses that hadn’t been hit by the Corpse Explosion Skill.

[You have used Soul-Devouring Magic to devour Boastian Coronel. Your Origin has been enhanced. Evaluation: The Power of Faith is not Origin itself, but a bridge between Origin and the soul. The more of their own Origin a believer retains, the less Power of Faith they have. Special Reward: Origin +0.05.]

[...]

[You have used Soul-Devouring Magic to devour Noberto Segura. Your Origin has been enhanced... Special Reward: Origin +0.1.]

’So, the greater the Power of Faith, the less of one’s own Origin they have?’

’Did the gods use the path of faith to devour and absorb their Origin, or did their Origin dissipate as their faith deepened?’

Wei’en faintly understood that he might have discovered the secret of faith for both the True God Church and the Evil Sects. If this were true, wouldn’t the ultimate goal of these so-called gods be to devour the Origin of more and more people?!

’But whether that’s the truth remains to be seen...’

Thinking of this, he took the corpses of the few Holy Professionals and returned to the theater space with Clelia.

"Tina, Brother Wei’en."

As soon as Wei’en appeared in the theater, a small figure lunged at him. He quickly tossed the corpses aside. "Tina?"

Tina wrapped her arms around his neck, hanging from his body and burying her head in his chest. "Tina... sensed danger."

’Did she sense the danger just now and end her special training early?’

Wei’en patted her on the back and said gently, "Don’t worry. I’ve already taken care of everything. It’s alright now."

The white-haired girl looked up, her vacant, lifeless eyes staring at him without blinking. "Tina... is not happy."