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Chapter 515: Charlot Mecklenburg's Brand
🕑 Added 2025-06-20 15:05:01 +0000 UTCThe Evil God of the Aggras Sea Storm, Ipugil, views you as a mortal enemy!
Charlot felt disoriented as his diary suddenly emitted a thought.
Who is this Storm Evil God?
Why does he see me as a mortal enemy?
Before Charlot could collect himself, the diary transmitted a second thought:
The Evil God of the Ocean Currents and Tides, Siroshen, views you as a mortal enemy!
Charlot was even more stunned.
He had never even heard of this Evil God. Why did this one also consider him an enemy?
Soon, a third thought emerged:
The Evil God of the Golden Sea, Nailo, views you as a mortal enemy!
Only then did Charlot realize what had happened—these three Evil Gods must have recently joined forces to kill Agmirlas!
Although Charlot could not fathom why they would harbor enmity toward him, did Evil Gods really need a reason? They were inherently fickle and prone to hostility. A proper Evil God targeting a mere human hardly required justification!
Charlot asked casually, “Teacher, have you also incurred the enmity of these three Evil Gods?”
Juno Arthur shook his head and replied, “Although I cannot nullify their marks, I’ve temporarily shielded myself from them. They haven’t perceived me yet. Why? Did you sense their hostility?”
Charlot immediately felt indignant.
He secretly vowed,
“When I return to the Aggras Sea with my fleet, I’ll construct temples to the Serpent of Fate on every island. You three Evil Gods hate me, right? I’ll make sure you loathe me even more.”
“When I establish a stronghold of faith for the Serpent of Fate across the Aggras Sea...”
“I’d like to see what you’ll do then!”
Currently, the Aggras Sea had three ruling Evil Gods. With the fall of Agmirlas, the Storm Evil God Ipugil and the Ocean Currents and Tides Evil God Siroshen dominated the region. Charlot was determined to make their reign uncomfortable.
After swearing his vow, a small silver snake coiled at Charlot’s feet, gleefully spinning around as though it had witnessed something highly amusing.
...
In three different seas, three Evil Gods—each unique in appearance—lay prostrate in agony.
A silvery mark stretched across each of their backs, alongside the unmistakable imprint of "Charlot Mecklenburg's Brand."
They writhed in humiliation, their forms contorted with indescribable pain. All three roared curses against Charlot with the most terrifying howls and unrestrained fury.
Their hatred burned deeply for the "man" who had branded them from afar, subjecting them to such disgrace.
For his entire life, Charlot would remain baffled as to why these three Evil Gods despised him so profoundly.
Well, he had always thought Evil Gods were just like that.
...
The reborn Emilia Mecklenburg, transformed into an opulent masterpiece rivaling the seven great palaces of the Old Continent, had undergone an extraordinary metamorphosis. Two massive primary structures were connected by triple-decked aerial bridges, while over twenty palace-like deckhouses were staggered intricately across her design. Except for the ship's emptiness—inhabited only by Emilia herself and a dejected Gareth Mecklenburg—she was flawless.
Charlot waved energetically, and Emilia enthusiastically exclaimed,
“Daddy! Thank you for the new palace!”
Wiping sweat from his brow, Charlot muttered inwardly. This wasn’t something he gifted.
He then shouted, “We’re going home!”
Emilia joyfully twirled around the deck, cheering, “We’re going home!”
Meanwhile, Gareth’s face was a picture of gloom—he would rather leave the ship altogether.
Two legendary warships slowly turned course and began their journey back. Along the way, Charlot inspected his six hundred mazes scattered across the Aggras Archipelago.
The Aggras Sea had a sparse population, with only about a dozen inhabited islands concentrated along two main trade routes. The rest were simply too dangerous, as the three Evil Gods of the region were anything but benevolent.
Agmirlas’s labyrinths were nearly uninhabited, serving instead as dens for malicious beings—the so-called maze guardians of Agmirlas.
After his inspection, Charlot planned to relocate part of the population from the Old Continent to these islands. Despite most being unsuitable for settlement, the total area of habitable land in the Aggras Archipelago exceeded his Mecklenburg duchy tenfold. Transforming these islands into livable havens would require a significant investment.
Though Charlot lacked experience in strategy games, he had a strong interest in developing the Aggras Archipelago. He had calculated that, if fully developed, the islands could rival the Ingrima Empire as a new nation. Positioned as a bridge between the Old and New Continents, the territory could become a prosperous commercial empire if the Evil Gods were expelled and safe trade routes secured.
Despite his eagerness to return, Charlot only lingered briefly to dispel Agmirlas’s influence and re-labyrinthize the islands by establishing Mind Channels.
...
The two legendary ships departed the Aggras Sea but soon encountered a storm.
Whether it was the wrath of some deep-sea Evil God or merely a natural phenomenon, Charlot could not discern. Fortunately, the ships’ extraordinary power made them impervious to ordinary storms. Torrential waves and violent winds dissipated as they approached the vessels.
Several days later, after navigating through the storm, Charlot received an unexpected reply to his alchemical magic communication. His fleet, now commanded by Cresto, was docked at a nearby island rather than having returned to the Mecklenburg duchy.
The intermittent responses, riddled with typos and fragmented phrases, puzzled Charlot.
Navigating quickly, Charlot soon felt a peculiar sensation—as if they were entering another world. A mysterious island emerged on the vast ocean, one that he was certain hadn’t been there before.
Cresto and a group of Saint-rank followers greeted him. They were stunned by the sight of Emilia Mecklenburg, an entirely new legendary warship whose power rivaled the Radiant Holy Kingdom. Such a vessel would undoubtedly cause an uproar in the Old Continent.
Charlot’s subordinates curiously inquired about the ship’s origins, but Charlot responded evasively. How could he explain that he and Eumibella had somehow "created" a daughter and that the Emilia Mecklenburg was essentially her birthright?
It was akin to tales of legendary births: Nezha emerged with golden bracelets and a red scarf; Jia Baoyu was born clutching a precious jade...
Yes, it was all a bit too Evil God-esque.
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