When the plot-skips players into the game world

Chapter 900: Chapter 272 Sea Monster

In the Spirit Summoning Tower, there have been many discussions about the new Queen of Avalon.

Students generally believe that she is a cruel, highly skilled in acting, iron-blooded, and highly aggressive Monarch… in stark contrast to the previous Queen.

Many people call her a madwoman. According to normal international social conduct, even if assassination is real, one should not immediately launch a military retaliation lasting several months… especially when openly, the military strength and top-level power of Stibnite are far superior to those of Avalon.

The decisive actions of that Iron-Blooded Queen made the people of Stibnite fearful.

Although the Gryphon Legion did not attack civilians, they consistently targeted high-value objectives—unfortunately, as the territory of the Black Chancellor and the only breeding base for Necromancers, the Necromancy Academy “Spirit Summoning Tower” was included in these “high-value objectives.”

The barrier of the Spirit Summoning Tower could barely protect them, however, the crackling lightning strikes made them afraid to leave the Spirit Summoning Tower for a long time, and many of the facilities placed outdoors were destroyed as a result. Not to mention the necromancers and spirits raised outdoors…

Originally, the Spirit Summoning Tower, shrouded in deathly stillness and white fog, filled with the wails and shrieks of wronged spirits and so dark one could not see their own hands, now outside it has turned into blue skies, white clouds, and verdant grass.

And while they slept in the dormitory, they could hear the whooshing sound of Gryphons flying by outside. Then comes the thunder, followed by a power outage—now the Necromancy Academy also has modern amenities like electric lights and telephones.

It is only because the Gryphons did not attack civilians that the people of Stibnite can live and produce normally.

—However, Avalon proved one thing.

That is… “What if they attacked civilians?”

They proved they indeed had the capability, and this Queen could really commit such acts. Five years ago, the students of the Spirit Summoning Tower regarded Avalon as “a weak and backward Knight country, which should be thrown into the trash bin of the old era,” “an easily smashed iron bucket,” “closed and self-corrupting, a toy that shatters upon touch”… But now, the students’ comments are, “I don’t want to fight against Avalonians,” “I’d rather deal with the Irisflower People.”

To instill fear among the people of Stibnite without inciting their sense of resistance was even more difficult than conquering them. If the Avalonians initiated vengeance without regard for consequences, the people of Stibnite would have hated the Avalonians… but the Avalonians showed their skills, hinted at their power… yet also left them a bit of dignity, without really harming them.

Thus, Stibnite chose to back down.

If one considers Avalon as a hypothetical enemy, even conscription would face resistance—because no one wants their home bombed by the Gryphon Legion just as they arrive on the frontlines.

—The deterrence of drawing the bow without releasing the arrow is more threatening than casting forbidden spells.

And all of this was devised by a Half-Elf Queen who is only nineteen years old.

Although there were rumors that this involved the Minister of the Department of Unconcern, Aiwass… but he is recognized as a good person unanimously by the Cardinals of the Eternal Church State. This is enough to prove that all accusations against his character and morality are rumors… because nothing can prove a person’s true heart more than the power of the Path.

If one removes Aiwass from the equation, people would discover a terrifying fact:

In recent years, all major events in Avalon involved the direct or indirect participation of this Little Queen! And these events ultimately led to the successful and complete transition of power into the hands of the new Monarch, and nearly all the chronic problems and risks of the Kingdom were resolved…

And Paul finally remembered why the name Aleister was familiar to him… This was the Miss associated with rumors of an affair with “Pope Aiwass”!

The ruthless woman who competed with the Iron-Blooded Queen for a man… What is she doing in Stibnite?

Paul hesitated for a long time, but still plucked up the courage to tell the professor that “he had accidentally leaked the professor’s and master’s plans.”

He could have kept it a secret—but if the professor or his master learned about it from somewhere else, then he would have suffered.

But now, it would be possible to shift the blame to the master… This approach of surrendering when encountering an enemy, was exactly what she told Paul.

Strangely enough, Professor Laximi had no particular reaction to this. He did not blame Paul, nor did he inquire what exactly he had disclosed.

Professor Laximi simply nodded his head, indicating that he understood, and closed the subject.

But from his flickering gaze and continuous tea-drinking gestures, it seemed like he was also contemplating something.

When the students of the Spirit Summoning Tower finished their “work,” the day had completely turned dark.

After having dinner with the professor, Paul found an excuse to leave Professor Laximi and hurriedly returned to Dimitri.

With nothing better to do, they went on the deck of the cruiser.

At 9:30 pm, golden moonlight spilled over the black sea.

There were no lights at the bow, pitch black. To ordinary people, this darkness might be terrifying, but for the two of them, it offered a perfect, peaceful retreat.

Besides the sound of the waves, there was no other noise.

Dimitri looked up at the moon, lost in thought. This usually talkative guy, now curled up in the corner like a shadow, silent—Paul knew without thinking too hard that he must be thinking…

Just then, Paul suddenly heard some strange sounds.

——Before becoming a Necromancer, his profession in the Path of Love was called “Deceit Master.”

This profession thrived in the Parthian Ancient Country.

In Parthia, gambling was prevalent between slaves and their masters. Initially, it was because the Parthians, when punishing their slaves, did not want to bear the guilt of murder, so they used methods like “drawing lots” to leave the responsibility to fate and saw the “result of the lots” as the will of the gods.

Later, this simple act of drawing lots expanded to include various forms of unfair gambling contests such as playing cards, dice, and chess. The outcome hardly affected one party, while the other might pay with their life.

Among these, the highest level of gambling was that between slaves and Benevolent Lords—it even turned into a form of entertainment. Whether a slave won and was pardoned as a freeman or a Benevolent Lord won and executed the slave on the spot, both outcomes would incite cheers and celebrations from the crowd.

And in this environment, the profession of Deceit Master was born.

In the Parthian language, it has another translation: “Professional Gambler.” Whether exploiting abilities on slaves or masters… such actions belong to the chaotic and insane Path of Love.

Paul’s ears could easily differentiate the numbers on the dice in a dice cap. Therefore, to him, rolling three sixes was a piece of cake; he could achieve the desired result even a hundred times.

But now, he heard an “abnormal sound” coming from the depths of the sea.

That sound was completely different from the waves. It was as if something was approaching.

And it was getting clearer—

Paul suddenly widened his eyes, realizing what it was.

“Dimitri!”

He instinctively shouted out loud immediately.

Dimitri was startled, jumped up instantly, and also pulled on Paul.

Because Paul’s legs were a little paralyzed with fear, when Dimitri tried to pull him, he couldn’t move him. As a result, they both fell towards the direction away from the sea, towards the deeper parts of the deck—they tumbled and crawled, but they just managed to dodge a sudden attack!

——It was a gigantic, powerful tentacle.

Paul recognized it at a glance; the tentacle was even thicker than his waist—just the part of it above the water was already over ten meters long!

It suddenly smacked against the side of the boat, easily shattering the railing completely.

Then, another tentacle followed—

This time Paul reacted.

He swung his hand in front of him and Dimitri, conjuring a yellow-brown light screen.

It was a Preservation Arts!

A second ability level Preservation Arts, its defensive power could easily resist a torrential downpour of rifle bullets!

——But that light screen, under the seemingly slow slap of the tentacle, was utterly useless!

It was neither shattered nor dispersed.

That was the absolute suppression from a higher being on the Path over a lower one!

Dimitri suddenly darted, pushing him to the ground just in time to narrowly avoid the tentacle’s strike.

The howling wind swept past, and Dimitri let out a scream of agony—his back was grazed by the tentacle. Blood immediately soaked through his shirt.

“Dimitri, Dimitri!”

Paul frantically tried to drag Dimitri’s body, but found he simply couldn’t.

Then, he saw a sight of utter despair—

At least a dozen tentacles were raised high, smacking down on the ship’s deck, shattering it. Below, people’s terrified screams and roars penetrated the broken deck.

The entire wooden structure of the ship let out a screeching scream.

A gigantic Sea Monster had embraced the ship from below—the entire ship began to violently rock!

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