Chapter 228: The Plan

Chapter 228: The Plan

After entering above the gray fog, Klein stretched out his hand and summoned the Sea God Scepter from the junk pile, then browsed through the countless light spots swirling around this Sealed Artifact.

Each light spot corresponded to a believer’s prayer. Radiance flowed over them, sacred and ethereal.

Very quickly, Klein performed an initial mental filtering, focusing on the parts that originated from the sea rather than the islands. After he had isolated the Sea God Scepter above the gray fog, he could no longer directly use this “divine artifact” to sense the surrounding ocean and carry out effective operations. He had to rely on believers’ prayer images as anchors, expanding five nautical miles outward from each of them to influence the corresponding underwater creatures.

Klein’s spirituality spread outward, touching one of the light spots. He saw an image from evening: the daily prayer of the natives aboard a fishing boat before returning to port.

As Klein’s thoughts changed, the image’s perspective rapidly rose. The gloomy scene of layered clouds piling up and waves surging was taken into view more and more broadly.

“A few hours ago, there were already signs of a storm brewing? True. When I went out earlier, the atmosphere did feel quite oppressive… So when Elland said Mad Captain Connors’s ship should be anchored in the shadow of some nearby island, it was to avoid the storm…” Klein’s finger lightly tapped the edge of the mottled long table as he spoke silently to himself.

With this deduction, his upcoming “person search” would be much easier, because he would not need to scour the boundless sea. He only needed to pay attention to the vicinity of the different islands in these waters.

At a thought, one blue-green gem at the tip of the Sea God Scepter in Klein’s hand abruptly lit up.

On the sea where the fishing boat had already vanished, under crimson moonlight, the deep-blue, nearly black waves rose and fell with no small force. Suddenly, seawater silently surged upward, and an exaggerated pair of eyes vaguely appeared on the surface, gazing at the sky. Beneath those eyes was the outline of an enormous shadow.

At the same time, fish of different species surfaced one after another.

They received the faint radiance that had spilled down from nowhere, circled once, then sank again, setting off in different directions.

A little over ten seconds later, the waters within five nautical miles returned to their previous state. The deep-blue, nearly black waves rose higher and higher, awaiting the final eruption.

Phew… This is quite draining… Klein raised his left hand and rubbed his temple.

Just now, he had not simply driven the sea creatures. He had given them a certain degree of extraordinary spirituality, allowing them, after discovering ships anchored near islands, to transmit what they saw back to him in the form of prayers.

To the Sea God Scepter, this was not especially difficult or complicated. But for Klein, the operator, the burden was extremely great and the consumption was considerable.

After that, Klein selected believers around the different islands of the archipelago and, in the same manner, issued “orders” to the marine creatures in the corresponding regions.

Once all this was done, he had no time to throw the Sea God Scepter back into the junk pile. He returned directly to the real world, removed his coat, and collapsed onto the bed.

With his spirituality exhausted to the limit, he had thought he would immediately fall unconscious. Who would have known that the hollowness and pain in his head would make him unable to open his eyes, yet unable to enter the dream world either?

Klein could clearly feel his skin bulging with tiny raised bumps, like an allergic reaction. Beneath them, countless tiny granulations seemed to be hidden.

Indeed, just as Mr. Hanged Man said, if I let my spirituality remain dry for two days in a row, I will certainly experience auditory…