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Chapter 1431 Bonus Chapter: That Corner (1)

“There! It’s right there!” A young man with long brown hair and a pirate-like bandana shouted as he pointed at a nearby island.

He was standing on the starboard of a three-masted sailboat. The rolling waves drowned out most of his voice.

A muscular man with a black eye patch reached out to hold the shipboard. He frowned and muttered to himself in shock and suspicion,

“I don’t remember there being such an island on this sea route…”

This was not the first time their ship had plied this sea route.

The young man who had shouted replied excitedly, “This means that it’s usually hidden. It only appears at specific moments.

“There must be treasures on such an island!

“Captain, in the words of that strange monk, a fortuitous opportunity has presented itself!”

He spoke in the Loen language. “Fortuitous opportunity” was a term pieced together by two words.

“That monk spouts words indecipherable to us. Pay no heed to them.” The muscular man wearing an eye patch raised his hand and ruffled his slightly messy short yellow hair. “And I often tell you guys that treasures are often accompanied by danger.”

As he spoke, he pointed at his right eye which was covered by the eye patch.

“That’s the cost.”

The young man with the pirate-like bandana sincerely said, “But, Captain, isn’t this the purpose of our adventure? For treasure!”

They were a group of treasure hunters from different places. Of course, they occasionally worked as pirates and ‘borrowed’ food, drinks, and necessities from passing merchant ships. After all, ideals alone couldn’t feed them.

The captain fell silent for a moment before saying, “Gather four to five people, and we’ll step foot on the island to take a look. The rest of you, prepare to set sail at any time.”

The young man’s eyes lit up.

“You agreed? Captain, you agreed!”

The captain chuckled.

“Weimer, if not for the fact that there’s no other choice, no one at my age would continue to be a treasure hunter.”

He appeared to be in his thirties, but his blue eyes showed signs of age.

“Fine.” Weimer held up his hands. “Whatever you say.”

He immediately became excited.

“I’ll get Ol’ Keaton!”

Ol’ Keaton was the ship’s first mate. He believed in the God of Knowledge and Wisdom and had mastered many languages. If they didn’t bring him along on such an expedition, it was very likely that they would throw away whatever treasures they found as trash.

More importantly, Ol’ Keaton was also very strong.

When the ship docked at the dock that seemed to have long been abandoned, an exploration team of four had already gathered beside the gangway.

They were Captain Gray, First Mate Ol’ Keaton, Boatswain Parvi, and Veteran Seaman Weimer.

“No one…” Parvi looked into the distance and muttered regretfully.

The weather in the Berserk Sea today wasn’t bad. Visibility was extremely high under the blue sky, and the small port hid no secrets from her.

This place was incomparably quiet as if it had been dead for many years.

“It’ll be more terrifying if there were people!” Weimer added.

It implied many things if such a hidden island remained inhabited.

Parvi was wearing a white shirt and brown pantaloons. She had a pair of beautiful light-blue eyes and a slightly androgynous appearance.

She glared at Weimer.

“You want to stay behind and clean the deck?”

Weimer shrugged and shut his mouth.

Having become a boatswain as a woman, she needed to manage many unruly crew members; she would never go easy on her threats.

Captain Gray, who was surveying the area, gave an order.

“Let’s get ashore!”

He then exhorted, “We’ll do it the old way. During the first exploration, don’t touch anything. Just look and listen.”

“No problem!” Weimer was the first to rush out of the ship and run down the gangway to the dock.

He jumped up excitedly mid-run and glided to the ground like a big bird.

The sound caused by his actions spread out in all directions, mixed with some echoes.

Behind him, Gray, Ol’ Keaton, and Parvi followed carefully.

“If you continue that recklessness of yours and act on your own like an uncivilized wild dog, I’ll tie you up and hang you at the stern to fish for sharks!” Parvi quickly walked to Weimer’s side and warned him in a hushed voice.

Weimer nodded solemnly and muttered, “Girlboss, with your personality, you should join the Church of Storms instead of believing in the Evernight Goddess…”

Parvi didn’t say anything. She looked around and followed Captain Gray and First Mate Ol’ Keaton.

The port was not big. There was only a lighthouse, two simple docks, five warehouses, and a few buildings that served as a hotel, restaurant, bar, and police station. It did not take long for the four of them to circle the area.

Apart from the fact that there was no one around, everything seemed normal.

Weimer looked at the tables in the house facing the street through a relatively clear glass window and did not speak for a long time.

His expression was a little solemn given his personality.

Inside the house, on the dining table, there was a cup with brownish-black liquid and two pieces of moldy toast.

Next to them were several neatly folded newspapers.

It looked like the owner was about to enjoy breakfast when he suddenly encountered an emergency and had to leave in a hurry. He did not even have time to flip open the newspapers.

He never returned.

It would be considered normal if there was only one such example. After all, accidents were unavoidable. However, the entire port was in a similar situation. It was inevitable that it would make one’s hair stand on end and imagination run wild.

In that instant, all the local residents, no, all the living creatures, seemed to have evaporated.

“They haven’t been gone for long…” Captain Gray’s slightly hoarse voice broke the team’s silence.

Parvi subconsciously replied, “Indeed, if this port has been abandoned for a long time, the food will not just be moldy.”

It seemed like only a few days or weeks had passed since the bizarre incident had happened.

Ol’ Keaton retracted his gaze from the street and nodded gently.

“That’s what the plants here say.”

There were obvious wrinkles at the corners of the First Mate’s mouth. His hair was already mottled with natural curls. He was wearing a white robe and brass-framed glasses.

“Ah?” Weimer was momentarily slow to react.

He then looked at the place where Ol’ Keaton had sized up and quickly understood why he said that.

There weren’t many weeds in the harbor. There were some plain or gorgeous mushrooms growing sporadically on the wooden buildings. They seemed to have existed all along.

The natural world had obviously not had enough time to invade this place.

Ol’ Keaton saw Weimer’s enlightened expression and didn’t explain further. He turned to Captain Gray and solemnly said,

“I’m worried that something might happen if we stay here for too long.”

“What might happen? Could it be that we will also disappear into thin air…” Before Weimer could finish speaking, a tanned palm appeared over his mouth.

This palm pushed his head and pressed him against the wall.

“There won’t be a next time!” Parvi glared at Weimer and warned under her breath.

Weimer nodded with difficulty, indicating that he understood.

When Parvi released him, he muttered softly, “This isn’t like you, Girlboss. You actually didn’t slam the back of my head against the wall…”

Parvi chuckled.

“I’m afraid that the commotion will be too great and awaken up the bizarreness hidden here.”

Captain Gray didn’t care about their little bout. He took out his silver-white pocket watch and opened the lid.

“We’ll return to the ship in another fifteen minutes.

“If everything remains normal, we’ll prepare a second exploration tomorrow.”

“Alright!” Weimer was the first to agree.

The four of them maintained a fine battle formation as they skirted the buildings in front of them and headed for the edge of the port.

There was a slightly stained steam locomotive parked here. The two tracks extended deep into the island.

Parallel to the tracks was a cement road.

This was exactly what Gray and the others had imagined. After all, the port bore the responsibility of loading and unloading goods, traveling passengers, and connecting other towns with convenient road traffic.

However, to their surprise and confusion, the railway was only one to two hundred meters long. At the end of it stood a sizable town.

Even though they were still at the edge of the port, the four of them could see the situation there with their naked eyes.

“Wh—” Weimer could not express his feelings in words. He could only curse under his breath. “If I were the owner of this island, I would definitely tie up the bastard who suggested such repairs at the stern to fish for sharks!”

Based on their experience in many ports, this arrangement was simply abnormal.

The town 100 meters away had to be closer and connected to this side to form a port city, or it should be a few kilometers away and be independent, unlike now!

“There might be a deeper meaning,” Ol’ Keaton said with a frown. “This might have something to do with the bizarre happenings here.”

After he finished speaking, no one responded for a moment.

After a few seconds, Weimer looked at the town not far away and said, “Captain, do we head over to take a look?”

Captain Gray nodded.

“Sure. Twelve minutes left.”

They then walked along the cement road toward the small town.

On both sides of the road, weeds flourished and mushrooms dotted the area. The closer they got to their destination, the more it was like this.

Before long, the four treasure hunters arrived at the edge of the town.

There was a wooden board erected there. On it was a word written in Loen: “Utopia.”

“This place is called Utopia,” Weimer muttered to himself as he cast his gaze at Ol’ Keaton.

Ol’ Keaton shook his head slowly, indicating that he had never heard of it.

It was the same for Parvi and Captain Gray.

They observed the situation inside from the edge of the town and confirmed that the streets were also empty. It was so quiet that even the wind seemingly found it unbearable to pass.

As they walked forward step by step, the four of them saw the Iris Hotel, Utopia’s Telegraph Office, and many buildings. However, without exception, the interior of these buildings revealed that their owners had left in a hurry and never returned.

There were also cups with some water left, dry clothes that were halfway through their washing, cutlery that had been laid out, musical instruments that had not been put away, books that had been flipped through, carriages that had stopped by the roadside without any horses… These things all reconstructed the appearance of the town before the bizarre situation happened.

“I keep feeling that something is missing…” Weimer couldn’t help but whisper when he saw the municipal square in sight.

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    Lumian recalled the faith-related materials provided by the Tarot Club and carefully said, “This should be the mystical manifestation of faith anchors, and the result of chanting your honorific name.”
     
    “Oh, oh, oh, I'm receiving their prayers…” Franca suddenly understood.
     
    She immediately continued, “Fortunately, we're now unified both inside and outside the mirror, with our consciousness existing both within and without. This allows our mirror self to handle matters related to believers without affecting our daily life and combat state. Otherwise, if we were suddenly hit with prayers during intense combat, it would be easy to get distracted and have accidents.”
     
    “However, I think some pathways' Sequence 3 should be able to effectively use these prayers to temporarily strengthen themselves, like the Sun pathway?”
     
    “War Bishop,” Lumian smiled. “Within a certain range, the more anchors, the stronger a War Bishop becomes. His soldiers are all his anchors.”
     
    Franca nodded, browsing the points of light with interest and listening to the illusory voices to understand what the believers were praying for.
     
     
    “No dangers during sea adventures…
     
    “Stay away from chaos and war…
     
    “These are all generic prayers, I can't respond or help—they're too vague,” Franca muttered to herself.
     
    She glanced at Lumian.
     
    “Your fate domain powers could actually be useful here—there's nothing that good luck and fortune-turning can't solve.
     
    “Why isn't anyone praying to curse their enemies?”
    At this point, Franca paused. “There's one prayer asking for their illness to be cured…
    “I'm professional at making people sick, but healing isn't within a Demoness's authority…”
    Jenna thought for a moment and said, “Don't you still have some of those healing agents left from Mr. Moon?”
    Lumian had 11 bottles in his Traveler's Bag, while Franca, Jenna, and Anthony each had two bottles.
     
    “You're right, nobody said a patron saint can't use external help,” Franca immediately took out a potion from the Traveler's Bag.
    While recalling the mystical materials provided by the Tarot Club, she imitated their contents along with knowledge from pre-crossing textbooks, magnified the corresponding prayer light point, and extended her Demoness spider silk—so fine it was invisible—into it, quietly inserting it into that believer's nostrils and reaching their stomach.
    During this process, she used her Petrification powers to make the flesh touched by the spider silk enter a paralyzed state, preventing the prayer from noticing anything unusual.
     
    Then, Franca unscrewed the healing agent's cap and let the liquid flow along the spider silk to its destination.
    After completing all this, she withdrew the spider silk and removed the paralysis.
     
    That plainly dressed believer with many patches suddenly felt their stomach become slightly heavier, as if they had unknowingly drunk a glass of water.
     
    They didn't pay it much attention and finished their prayer, continuing to listen until the half-giant bishop completed the sermon and began distributing communion.
     
    Just then, that believer let out a surprised sound. “Huh…”
     
     
    Hearing this from her corner, Franca felt both embarrassed and secretly delighted.
     
    Helping others feels pretty good!
     
    Getting sincere praise from others feels nice too!
     
    After this batch of believers left Saint Franca Cathedral, Franca lowered her voice and said to Lumian and Jenna, “We can't rely on healing agents every time, right? Since my honorific name includes Keeper of Diseases and Plagues, future prayers will definitely include plenty of such requests.”
    Without waiting for her companions to respond, Franca muttered to herself, “Actually, at Sequence 4, one can create their own unique plague varieties or mystical pathogens. I want to invent a mystical pathogen whose characteristic is devouring other pathogens, while its effect on humans is just causing drowsiness, fatigue, or laziness for a period of time. This could cure most diseases in ordinary people except for their own physical mutations…”
     
    “Functional disorders in that matter.” Franca clicked her tongue both self-mockingly and with feeling. “Just throw a Charm at them and it works for a certain time, though it can't be permanently cured. Damn, what kind of thing is this…”
     
    “The dancers and streetwalkers you helped before? Especially those who changed their lives through learning theater performance?” Jenna realized.
    “That's another kind of anchor…” Franca sighed. “No good deed goes unrewarded. However, with the Savoie Mob gone and us being forced to leave the market district, their situation must have worsened again, so they miss the past. I'll return to the market district later, find the people currently in charge of related matters, 'persuade' them, and control them. It's a pity this is Trier, and we can't completely solve these problems. If we don't have to stay in Trier in the future, I want to find a place to build a new society!”
     
    Acting on her words, Franca and Jenna quickly left the cathedral for the market district.
     
    Lumian didn't follow them, worried that doing so would split Franca and Jenna's anchors.
     
    He chose to take a carriage to the outskirts to look at Saint Lumian Cathedral.
     
    On the way, fifteen to twenty points of light suddenly appeared before his eyes, and illusory prayer voices echoed in his ears.
     
     
    While browsing, he discovered a relatively special request.
    This wasn't actually a request, but rather an elderly woman telling the patron saint about her regret.
     
    I also regret not cherishing those early years in Cordu properly… After pondering for a moment, Lumian decided to respond to this request.
    He magnified the corresponding light point and saw the old lady with obvious wrinkles wearing a conservative black dress.
    Layers of mirror worlds then appeared in Lumian's eyes, reflecting the old lady's different stages of life—her as a child, her innocent self, her youthful and simple self, her mature and steady self, and her kind and benevolent self…
     
    Sitting in the carriage, Lumian quickly chose the mirror trace of her at seventeen or eighteen years old.
    The wrinkles on the praying old lady's face visibly contracted, and her skin quickly gained luster.
    This was an application of the Unaging characteristic, but when used on others, it could only last for a very short time, no more than half an hour, since the mystical connection was only established with the illusory trace in the mirror—not real and not stable.
     
    In Lumian's view, this was half temporary rejuvenation, half mirror illusion.
    After the old lady returned to her seventeen or eighteen-year-old appearance, Lumian transmitted a message in a female voice, “Hurry.”
     
    The old lady immediately broke from her prayer state, not knowing where that somewhat cold and deep but pleasant female voice came from.
    “You, you…” Those around her all widened their eyes.
     
    “What about me?” the old lady asked these fellow believers in confusion.
     
    “You, you, you…” The nearby believers still couldn't form proper sentences, but someone handed over a mirror.
     
    The old lady looked in the mirror and froze in her seat.
     
     
     
    Did my prayer to Saint Lumian receive a response?
     
    As thoughts raced through her mind, the old lady recalled the female voice she had just heard. “Hurry.”
     
    She suddenly understood, abruptly stood up, and said to the surrounding believers with a smile, “I'm going to get my photograph taken!”
     
    She quickly squeezed out of that area and walked briskly toward the cathedral door.
     
    As she walked, she lifted her skirt and began to run, getting faster and faster, just like when she was seventeen or eighteen and ran desperately for a job opportunity.
     
    She ran to the nearest photo studio and sat in front of the backdrop.
    Click, a flash of light captured a youthful and radiant smile.
     
    Having responded to the prayer, Lumian seriously considered a Demoness's faith anchor issue.
    War Bishop is actually simpler - recruit soldiers, cultivate a team, and that's it…
    Most of a Demoness's abilities tend toward disaster, making it difficult to use them positively to develop believers… Those Demonesses of Unaging in the Demoness Sect probably rely on seduction, charm, and fear from disasters…
    In the early stages of faith, making people fear is also a method of developing believers, the most standard method…
     
    But since we're affiliated with the Church of The Fool, we can't do that…
     
    Fear…
     
    Lumian suddenly thought of a sect that deliberately spread fear of disease.
     
    The Sick Church!
    His eyes, like highland lakes, immediately brightened.
    Is it possible to take over the Sick Church, eliminate all the Blessed and those corrupted by evil gods, then steal the faith directed at evil gods and make certain alterations?
    This is somewhat similar to that section about the Sea God Church in scripture… This could also weaken the corresponding evil gods' influence on the real world…
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    Han Sen
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    Good chapter
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    H_SAN
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    Aiya~ I thought Utopia was destroyed after Lord of Storms attacked Adam there. Now I understand that it must have mostly been the Cathedral area that was destroyed.
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    Frosty3689
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    Utopia! Been so long!
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    HarweeS
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    Utopia! joy
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    Guru
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    butwhy 😖😭😭😭😭 finally, it's been sooooooo long
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    Me3
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    Hopefully the Mc is a native I don’t rlly like stories with multiple reincarnated Mc’s kinda brings down the special aura

    But so far it’s been rlly good
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    Listless
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    Noice
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    DemigodPercy
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    #panic# thanks for updating
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    Aconfusedman
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    Hope we see Klein in the next chapter or so
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