"The one I just touched... you mean that dice?"
Silas immediately thought of the milky-white dice that had just brought him no small amount of trouble, asking somewhat surprised.
That dice is the Uniqueness of the Monster pathway?
"To become a true god, Uniqueness is indispensable. After all, a true god is unique," Medici said with a laugh.
"Both of those Snakes of Mercury hope to obtain it.
If things go badly, you might see Ouroboros descend onto the ship in a bit to say hello to you."
That's impossible, because Ouroboros is a Silly Snake.
Silas subconsciously recalled the other Snake of Mercury's assessment of his nemesis.
Speaking of which, Ouroboros was precisely a King of Angels.
If the definition of "King of Angels" hadn't been a lie from Medici, then Ouroboros's body contained at least two Sequence 1 characteristics of the Monster pathway...
However...
"But I feel like the School of Life didn't place particularly high importance on it."
His eyes flickered, somewhat doubting Medici's words. "Are you mistaken?"
"Idiot."
Medici snorted derisively.
"The more importance you place on something, the more you must act like you don't care, to avoid alerting others. Don't you understand such a simple principle?"
The Governor's mansion probably only treated that dice as an ordinary Beyonder item.
If they'd known it was formed from Uniqueness, they definitely wouldn't have simply stored it in a safe.
To avoid overreacting, the School of Life hadn't even sent their own demigods to act, instead commissioning Silas, an outsider.
Their response was quite appropriate.
Silas quickly understood this reasoning.
"Mm, you're right, Lord Red Angel. I'm an idiot. You're the smartest, so smart you got eaten as materials."
He coldly shot back.
"Hah? I..."
Before the Red Angel could counterattack, Silas manipulated the flesh and blood around Him, surrounding Him tightly so He could no longer make any sound, forcibly ending the topic.
Standing on the vast sea, his expression gradually grew heavy.
Silas hadn't forgotten what he'd once said.
To revive Cecilia, and to end this mad pathway and take revenge on the evil god, he'd already decided to replace the True Creator and become the true god of this pathway.
But now it seemed that since the True Creator had already become a god, that Uniqueness had long been accommodated by Him.
To replace Him, he'd first have to extract the Uniqueness from His body...
Was that possible?
Extracting the Uniqueness from a true god's body was almost no different from killing a true god.
No, perhaps there was another possibility.
He looked down at this sea beneath his feet.
This peculiar sea seemed to be connected to the True Creator, to the so-called Dark Angel.
Even items formed from Uniqueness felt fear toward it, suggesting an extremely high status.
However, his current control and understanding of it were still insufficient.
That fellow Medici only spoke in vague terms and hadn't clearly told him the truth about this sea.
He still needed to advance.
Only by advancing could his control over this place deepen, and that tower might provide more intelligence.
Moreover, he was currently only Sequence 4, still far too distant from being a true god.
He needed to reach at least the angel level of Sequence 2 before it was appropriate to consider these issues.
So the question returned to potions and digestion.
After completely corrupting a demigod, Silas clearly felt the potion digesting, indicating his direction was correct.
However, more acting rules still needed further research. Having reached Sequence 4, the potion's digestion process naturally couldn't be as rapid as at lower sequences, and he couldn't estimate how long it would take to finish.
As for the other problem, naturally it was the Sequence 3 potion formula.
Silas subconsciously wanted to find paper to write down his thoughts. Suddenly...
"Whoosh!"
An ancient parchment suddenly materialized and fell into his hand, just like above Mr. Fool's gray fog.
In that instant, Silas held his breath.
As if to confirm, he expressed his mental thought with intense will, staring at that parchment, wanting it to disappear.
"Whoosh."
Sure enough, the parchment disappeared again according to his intention.
Silas experimented back and forth like this several times, finally confirming that he truly had the ability to materialize objects on this sea.
This was perhaps another proof that his control over this sea domain had increased after his advancement.
Mr. Fool and the gray fog, me and this sea...
He sensed the bizarre similarity between the two, as well as the confrontation between the tide and the fog, and momentarily formed many speculations.
Among the most extreme conjectures, he even guessed that this place and the gray fog were so-called "divine kingdoms," which was precisely why he'd seen the True Creator on the other side of the fog.
As Silas thought about this, he suddenly laughed at himself.
Forget it, speculation was useless. Better to return to reality.
With this thought, he left this sea and returned to the real world.
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That night, on the route to Oravi Island.
The dining hall of the Doe had become a lively banquet hall, with all the crew members gathered together for a celebration feast.
Because they'd plundered large quantities of military supplies from the port, the banquet had plenty of wine and plenty of food.
The ship's navigation had been handed over to those flesh puppets, and there was an Apothecary on board who could prepare highly effective hangover remedies.
This left everyone without concerns, drinking heartily.
"This cup, to the Captain!"
The crew members cheered, raising their wooden cups high.
The successful surprise attack on Bayam with zero casualties, this enormous victory stimulated their nerves more intoxicatingly than the richest wine.
And the Captain was fair enough, having the officer complete a clear inventory of the haul that very day, converting it to cash and putting it in everyone's pockets.
Many of them had never seen so much money before, and now their eyes were red.
Not only powerful but also fair enough, where else could they find such a captain!
However, the one they were praising wasn't at the center of the banquet.
"Not going to drink with everyone?"
The deep night sea breeze was ice-cold and piercing.
At the bow, helmsman Ruber tilted his neck back to drink and warm himself while steering the wheel, asking casually.
"I don't drink."
Silas answered flatly, standing at the bow, far from that joyful place.
Warm lamplight spilled through the dining hall windows onto the deck, adding a touch of brightness to this pitch-black world.
The cheering inside grew louder and louder, and he seemed to hear Anderson's loud laughter and the fat pharmacist's angry cursing.
He couldn't help but recall his days in Tingen, the times when he'd attended welcome banquets with everyone at Blackthorn Security.
How relaxed those days had been, and when he returned home, Cecilia had been waiting for him...
At the thought of his sister, his heart seemed to gradually sink into the deep seabed.
"You should drink a little," said the unshaven, despondent-looking Ruber, glancing at him before turning back and saying flatly, "At least it would spare you some pain."
He seemed to have perceived that gloom in Silas's heart.
"No need. I want to clearly feel that pain," Silas calmly refused.
"Only with that pain's scorching will I not forget my original purpose."