Chapter 405: Charlot Mecklenburg, You May Call Me Amon

Charlot was greatly astonished. The last time he encountered the Radiant Holy Kingdom, this divine entity had made twelve requests. Yet, after he had touched it, two of the demands vanished—one pertaining to the evil aura of the Labyrinth God, and another linked to the Blood Ancestor.

This time, only four remained, with six demands having been "fulfilled."

The disappearance of the favor of one of the Nine True Gods was understandable.

Charlot Mecklenburg himself was a God Pact Holder of the Serpent of Fate! He still owed this True God thirty-two instances of Fate’s Joy.

But the absence of jealousy from a beloved person left Charlot puzzled. Where could there have been any jealousy between him and Annie Mecklenburg? Nevertheless, having satisfied the requests of this divine entity, Charlot decided not to dwell on it further...

The destiny of divine beings...

Hmm, Charlot thought of the God of Joy.

This being had transformed from an independent Evil God into the Serpent of Fate’s pet. That could also count as altering the destiny of a divine entity.

The favor of the Red Dragon Emperor, the reward of the Lionheart King, and the indifference of the ruler he served—all these Charlot had experienced, leaving little cause for doubt.

When Charlot touched the divine entity again, he could even feel its emotions—full of pleading, yet interwoven with concealed malice.

For the first time, Charlot perceived that this was an evil divine entity.

It was completely different from Saint Michael and did not originate from the same source.

Charlot took out his diary and flipped to a page in the Radiant Holy Kingdom’s logbook. The latter pages had already begun to record his actions, detailing how he became the ship’s master.

However, the entries were incomplete, as he had yet to fully control this legendary warship.

The peak Saint-rank blood was relatively straightforward—Nannie Bretagne Axel was a fitting target.

If he couldn’t obtain it himself, Annie surely could. After all, only a small amount was needed.

But as for the other three items, Charlot was clueless: the fang of the Sea Serpent Queen Posugi, the tear of the Whale King, and a branch of the Ancient Gomodoro Tree.

Charlot once again boarded the legendary warship but tactfully avoided the magical array at the bow.

The ship spanned multiple decks, grand and imposing. Even the main deck was divided into six levels, capable of accommodating tens of thousands.

Charlot had a faint sense that the ship was “alive”—not merely because of the forcibly nailed divine entity at its bottom but because the entire ship seemed to have life.

No matter where he walked, he felt an ever-present sense of being watched.

Charlot gently caressed the golden ring on his finger. Having fulfilled eight of its demands, he could not yet activate the ship, but most of its spaces were now accessible to him.

Having spent some time aboard, Charlot knew that the captain’s cabin and the helm were the most critical areas. Guided by Fate’s Whispers, he headed straight for the captain’s cabin. Located at the topmost level of the ship, it occupied a grand chamber over five hundred square meters, with observation decks on either side.

As Charlot stepped into the cabin, the Radiant Holy Kingdom’s logbook grew warm in his hand, and a line of text appeared on its final page:

“Charlot Mecklenburg, master, welcome to your faithful Radiant Holy Kingdom! As a reward for decades of its loyalty, grant it a goat!”

Immediately, Charlot thought of Golden Ram Herolf and muttered internally, “Does this ship devour humans?”

A glance around the cabin confirmed his suspicion—a goat’s head seemed conspicuously absent.

However, Golden Ram Herolf was not a mere beast but one of the Seven Seas’ pirate kings. Even if decapitated, his head would be a blood-soaked human head, not that of a goat.

Charlot silently recited, “Change the request!”

Golden Ram Herolf was still useful—his influence would be valuable when Charlot eventually ventured to the Aggras Sea.

The logbook produced another line of text:

“Fate’s Joy will suffice.”

Charlot, already indebted to the Serpent of Fate for thirty-two instances of Fate’s Joy, had none to spare. He muttered, “That’s not available either!”

Again, the logbook’s text shifted:

“Five hundred cursed sailors.”

Charlot deliberated, “That’s feasible!”

He had tens of thousands of Labyrinth Guards at his disposal; transferring a batch to serve as sailors posed no issue.

After a brief pause, the logbook fell silent. Unable to resist, Charlot asked, “Who are you?”

Text slowly emerged:

“Esteemed Charlot Mecklenburg, you may call me—Amon!”

Charlot’s brow twitched as if his heart had been tightly squeezed. After a moment, he asked, “What’s your relationship with the woman beneath the ship?”

Silence stretched until Charlot assumed no answer would come. Then, faint text appeared:

“Omibera is my mother, though she refuses to acknowledge it.”

Charlot felt momentarily at a loss but soon noticed further text in the logbook:

“Charlot Mecklenburg, master, the map in the captain’s cabin marks where you can find the fang of the Sea Serpent Queen Posugi, the tear of the Whale King, and the branch of the Ancient Gomodoro Tree. As for the peak Saint-rank blood, I cannot assist.”

Exploring the cabin, Charlot indeed found an enormous map, which outlined both the New Continent and the Old Continent, along with numerous islands and the currents of the Seven Seas. When he placed his hand on the map, three coordinates lit up.

Charlot memorized the locations. Suddenly, Fate’s Whispers began to emit a rustling warning. Uncertain of the danger, he cast Swiftstep Technique tenfold and bolted from the cabin. Forgoing conventional exits, he leapt from the ship’s side.

The moment Charlot left the Radiant Holy Kingdom, a thunderous roar erupted behind him. The divine entity at the ship’s bottom stirred violently, its psychic waves sweeping through the cavern like an ocean storm.

Prepared for such an event, Charlot dove into a Mirror of Power. As he entered the mirrored world, he glimpsed the ship repairing itself—splintered hulls mending, shattered masts rising anew, and broken cabins restoring themselves.

Beneath the ship, the divine entity opened its eyes. Not daring to be seen, Charlot chose to retreat...

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