Chapter 334: Twelve Requests from a Divine Creature

Charlot Mecklenburg was utterly terrified, feeling as if his very soul had fled!

It took him over ten seconds to realize that the laughter was not coming from the old king.
But this revelation was even more horrifying, as the soft laughter was incredibly familiar.

It was the voice of a young boy.

Charlot jumped in fright and silently prayed in desperation:
"O you who traverse the river of time, who comprehends all mysteries, who masters the rituals of the transcendent—O Sovereign of the Court of Fate! Why have you been disturbed? Was it something I did to provoke you?"

A voice resonated by Charlot's ear:
"Would you be willing to sacrifice Saint Michael to me?"

Without hesitation, Charlot responded, "I am willing!"

"How can I offer him to you?" he asked.

One of the Nine True Gods, the Serpent of Fate, requesting a tribute—this was a monumental blessing.

True Gods never take offerings from mortals for no reason. Even if they do, it is always beneficial. As long as the True God would stop taking an interest in him, Charlot was more than willing to part with a Saint!

The boy's voice replied faintly, "Throw the ring that controls Michael onto him."

Without hesitation, Charlot removed the golden ring and prayed solemnly:
"O you who traverse the river of time, who comprehends all mysteries, who masters the rituals of the transcendent—O Sovereign of the Court of Fate! I follow your guidance, presenting you with a tribute to your satisfaction, and await your delight!"

He hurled the golden ring toward Saint Michael with all his might.

The golden ring flashed once and disappeared into Michael's body.
A soothing laugh echoed in Charlot's ears, and the boy's voice, soft and gentle, said:
"Once, I took mortal form and roamed the world, spending time as Michael's friend..."

Saint Michael's body trembled violently, yet his eyes remained closed. Soon, a faint streak of light emerged from his body, surging into the unfathomable River of Fate.

After the streak of light departed, Saint Michael fell silent once more. However, his body began to "collapse," and his divine force field contracted further. Finally, only a single golden ring remained.

Charlot extended his hand, summoning a flaming hand to retrieve the golden ring.

He knew this was the Serpent of Fate's reward.

What the True God needed was "Michael," not the Saint!
Whatever mysterious method the Serpent of Fate had used on this divine creature's body, it ensured no one could command him again. He had fully merged with the golden ring.

The ring's appearance had completely changed. It now resembled a coiled golden serpent, vibrant and full of life, emanating an enigmatic aura of fate.

Charlot carefully slipped the ring onto his finger, feeling as if he could hear faint whispers of destiny. The sensation was extraordinary.

He waited patiently for some time, but no further "instructions" came, and the voice did not return. With that, he resumed exploring the next layer of the labyrinth.

...

Soon, Charlot discovered the "entrance." As he stepped over a particular spot, a magical array glowed beneath his feet. The moment he stepped in, he fell to the next level.

The sixth level of the labyrinth was half-filled with seawater—an underground lake. Floating atop the water was a colossal warship, its size beyond imagination. It resembled a palace drifting upon the sea, magnificent, luxurious, and unparalleled.

Charlot's heart swelled with joy. He knew this must be the legendary Saint Radiance.

He raised the golden ring that could control the legendary vessel. Yet, the Saint Radiance remained motionless. Instead, the other golden serpent ring emanated an imposing aura, accompanied by unintelligible murmurs. These whispers were unclear, but Charlot felt as though guided by intuition. He dove into the lake, swimming toward the ship's underside.

Beneath the massive legendary vessel, countless sharp nails pinned a giant woman—one no less formidable than Saint Michael—against the ship's keel. Or rather, this Saint Radiance was built with this divine creature as its keel.

Her facial features, limbs, and torso were all tightly nailed down by enormous spikes, leaving her unable even to groan. Her body trembled constantly, emitting muffled cries of pain.

She was still alive!

Despite enduring relentless torment and being nailed alive to the ship's keel, she remained conscious. Her soul had not been destroyed, nor had she perished.

Although Charlot knew she was no ordinary being, the sight shocked him to his core, and he couldn't resist the urge to save her.

The golden serpent ring suddenly emitted another round of whispers, prompting him to stay alert.

Charlot quickly realized that this creature was entirely different from Saint Michael. Michael's body radiated divine holiness and exuded a powerful sacred force field. However, this being had six enormous luminous wings and was enveloped by an indescribable force field.

What startled Charlot most was that each nail piercing her body was embedded with a golden feather—feathers unmistakably plucked from Saint Michael.

Charlot was stunned, thinking, "So they weren’t allies but enemies! They must have been fighting when the old king used some incredible method to summon them. One was made into a Saint, the other into the Saint Radiance's keel!"

"But why is she still alive?"

"The Golden Ram Herolf didn’t tell the truth. She cannot occupy a body unless someone willingly lives as a ship, enduring such torment forever."

Charlot gently touched the divine creature's forehead. A wisp of thought flowed into his mind:
"The fang of the Sea Serpent Queen Posugi, the tear of the Whale King, a branch of the ancient Gomodoro tree; the dark energy of the Labyrinth God, the essence of the Blood Ancestor, the favor of one of the Nine True Gods; the envy of a beloved, the fate of a divine creature, the blood of a pinnacle Saint rank; the blessing of the Red Dragon Emperor, the reward of the Lionheart King, the indifference of a loyal servant! Gather all these, and I shall serve you as my master, carrying you to any place and uncovering all the treasures of the Seven Seas."

Charlot recoiled his hand in fright but, after a moment, could not resist touching her forehead again. The wisp of thought repeated:
"The fang of the Sea Serpent Queen Posugi, the tear of the Whale King... Gather all these, and I shall serve you as my master, carrying you to any place and uncovering all the treasures of the Seven Seas."

The thought repeated itself incessantly, cycling through the same list with no variation.

Charlot pondered for a moment before asking, "What if I can only fulfill part of your request?"

He attempted to convey his intent mentally, but there was no response. Instead, the thought's intensity grew, reverberating endlessly in his mind, even after he withdrew his hand.

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