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A Super Tsunami erupted, originating from the Devil's Sea between the two great continents, unleashing a massive wave that surged in all directions.
In this disaster, Harrison, Lorensath, Atlan, and several coastal kingdoms suffered severe losses.
Among them, the maritime cartographers of the Atlantis City-States Alliance faced the greatest devastation. Countless cargo ships navigating the seas were heavily impacted by the tsunami, with an uncountable number capsizing and sinking.
The entire oceanic industry was ravaged, burying countless merchants in financial ruin.
Aside from Atlan, the hardest hit was the Harrison Empire.
Its Imperial Capital Grom was a typical coastal city, where thousands of fishing boats and cargo vessels perished in the tsunami, delivering a heavy blow to an already strained imperial treasury.
In the Imperial Capital Grom, within the Royal Garden.
Countless varieties of flowers bloomed vibrantly, with many precious species on display. While these flowers would typically require exorbitant prices from nobles for their care, here they served merely as commonplace decorations.
A group of men and women frolicked in the garden, led by several individuals dressed in regal purple garments, surrounded by dozens of young male and female attendants.
In the central pavilion of the garden, a tall and handsome man elegantly raised his cup and spoke, “Rody, it seems you have sent someone to Farn County. Have you not severed ties with them yet? As a noble prince, with the world’s most esteemed Bloodline flowing through your veins, please refrain from actions that tarnish your status.”
“I know,” Rody replied calmly.
He too sat there, having undergone a series of events that had completely stripped away his youthful innocence, his demeanor now increasingly composed.
“Alas, a prince being subjected to a slave-type Spirit Technique. Other kingdoms will surely mock you,” the tall Handsome Man shook his head with a sigh before rising to leave. “Don’t forget to continue learning from your teachers; there is still much for you to grasp.”
“Yes, Your Highness Third Prince,” Rody replied expressionlessly.
The Third Prince paused, looking at him with a sense of helplessness: “It’s over now; you should call me brother.”
Rody remained silent. The other shook his head and said nothing more as he exited the garden.
A large crowd followed him as he left, and in the blink of an eye, the once lively garden was left with only Rody and a maid standing to the side, waiting to tidy up.
Rody silently rose and walked away, glancing at the countless blooming flowers around him. The feeling of loneliness grew stronger, as if he were a monkey trapped in a cage for others to gawk at.
This magnificent Imperial Palace felt too foreign and confining for him; every move he made was under scrutiny.
After all, he was a bastard child who had fallen into obscurity. While enjoying the endless favor of the emperor, he also faced exclusion from several siblings.
Two brothers, one sister, and one younger sister—these individuals were all ambitious, vying for that supreme throne.
For him, this unexpected competitor, countless schemes had already been set in motion.
Alluring, suppressing, showing concern, mocking—these tactics made his brief two-month life here more eventful than the previous twenty years combined, leaving him both mentally and physically exhausted.
"Fourth Prince, His Majesty summons you," a heavily armored man strode over.
Rody nodded. "Alright, I will go right away."
The imperial family is the most ruthless!
Though he had never heard this saying before, he had come to understand it deeply through personal experience.
If given a choice, he would prefer to return to Storm Harbor and continue living his simple yet fulfilling and happy life...
………………
On the vast and boundless sea surface, the waves rippled gently as the terrifying tsunami gradually calmed down.
What was once a clean expanse of water was now littered with countless debris—seaweed and numerous dead marine creatures floated about, their pale bellies creating a haunting sight.
Amidst countless floating corpses, an enormous turtle shell drifted quietly, its diameter spanning over a hundred meters, resembling a floating island surrounded by countless dead fish.
At the center of its back, the shell was cracked several meters thick, revealing the rotting flesh inside.
Gagging, a human crawled out from the hollow, using hands and feet, and as soon as he emerged, he couldn't help but vomit profusely.
After regaining some composure, he finally noticed that the other two had already come out.
One of them lay on top of a creature with golden tufts of fur, gazing up at the starry sky.
The other stood quietly to the side, like a lifeless statue.
"You're awake. How do you feel?" The man lying on the creature's back said without turning his head.
Warner sighed. "I'm fine now. What time is it?"
"It's been two nights since that incident. We were pushed by the tsunami and crossed the Oros Strait, arriving at the southern part of the ocean." Xiar continued to gaze at the stars above, seemingly engrossed as if watching a movie.
The Oros Strait was the narrowest channel between the Harrison Empire and Atlan, stretching over a hundred kilometers in distance.
He had remained fully conscious throughout, thoroughly enjoying a terrifyingly thrilling roller coaster experience.
The giant turtle's body surged into the clouds one moment and crashed to the seabed the next, drifting with the waves and covering thousands of miles in just a few dozen minutes!
"What about those people?"
"They're dead, shattered by the tsunami. Not a single one survived."
"Oh, do you know the exact location?"
Warner asked casually, but he didn't pursue the matter further. Those sailors were just ordinary people, and their fate in this terrifying tsunami was all too predictable.
What pained him the most were the things he had brought along, now destined to sink into the sea, never to be recovered.
"I have a rough idea. We're currently adrift over three thousand kilometers from the mainland," Xiar sighed, sensing the life force beneath them growing weaker, its flicker dimming to the brink of extinction.
This colossal creature was also pitiable; it had been controlled and bound by Hilton for ten years. Just as it gained its freedom, it encountered Pirate Queen Chloe, who had devoured a significant portion of its life force with the Banyan Tree Seedling. Now, barely a fraction of its vitality remained.
It was merely hanging on by a thread, unaware of when it would finally breathe its last and become a cold corpse.
"It's a pity Anos Eagle was exterminated by the Golden Winged Bird; otherwise, we could have had it bring us some Source Crystals..."
Xiar felt increasingly helpless. The only way to heal it was to transform it into his totem, using Evolution Points for restoration.
Unfortunately, this creature belonged to the pinnacle of Ultimate Form; transforming it into a totem would require thousands upon thousands of Source Crystals, and even that might not be enough.
"Where do we go now?" Warner sensed the gravity of the situation but didn't ask further questions. Instead, he straightforwardly inquired about their most pressing concern.
Xiar pointed toward the southwest. "There's an island ahead that isn't too far off. Let's head there first to replenish our food and fresh water..."
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