Game of Thrones: Lord of the Deep

In the 123rd year of the Imperial Sea Yuan Gregorian calendar, you were born. You are one of the millions of newborns born in the 123rd year of the Sea Calendar.

You are neither a noble seaman from the Land of the First Born, nor a lower-class citizen from the Shadow Autonomous Region. You were simply born into an ordinary Laza family.

Like many families, your father is a worker at a grain production base, and your mother does cleaning and other jobs.

Your parents' salary is not enough to make your family rich, but it is not enough to starve and freeze.

It can be said that there are hundreds of millions of such families in the Laza Province, and you are just the most ordinary one among them.

Perhaps because of your youth, your energy and curiosity are very strong. In addition to literacy, you like to go to the sermons of the Sea God missionary.

The ancient myths and legends of legendary heroes make you listen with your eyes fixed.

The legendary queen Elizabeth, the giant nemesis Tormund, the forest spider Casa, the legendary baroness Lyanna, the slave prime minister Newgate, etc.

The stories of legendary heroes impressed you, and the legends that existed when the first generation of Poseidon conquered the world filled you with reverie.

It's just that every time you become a hundred thousand whys, the missionary will always pick up a cane and threaten to beat you.

The old missionary is named Martin, and his most common answer is: Don't ask, but do. Don't ask what the kind Poseidon can give you, but ask what you can do for the Poseidon!

For this topic, you have argued many times when you were young, but the response you got was always a smile.

Days passed, and you gradually grew up. The wheat fields that you could run freely on no longer allowed you to trample freely.

The heavy work at the grain production base made your father's body weaker and weaker. This was not a disease, but after decades of hard work, his body was really not good.

For a middle-aged man, working 12 hours a day is very deadly, which made your father's waist gradually bent.

Fortunately, your father's foreman is a good man, a good man in the standard sense. He changed your father from a heavy porter to some lighter jobs.

For this, your family only paid two kilograms of fresh beef and a box of fresh apples. You vaguely feel that this job change should have successfully saved your father's life, but the low-labor job will inevitably lead to a decrease in income.

In addition, you owed a sum of money for the medicines purchased for your mother from the pharmacy. At the age of 15, you felt that it was time for you to contribute to your family.

Although there are often stories about some people who made a fortune and entered the land of the first birth in that more chaotic shadow autonomous region, that chaotic place is far away from you.

Or in other words, except for the old Lai, gangsters, evil warlocks and pagans, no one will take the initiative to go to that place full of filth and sin, or you think that even if your father loses his job, there are still jobs in the Raza Province that can maintain the minimum food and clothing for your family.

From this day on, you will also wear your work clothes every day, go to the grain production base and do your best to contribute to the family.

The heavy physical labor and mediocre pay every day still make your nerves numb gradually.

But you are smart and always collect some useful things under the pretext of helping the base to deal with waste and sell them to the Shadow Autonomous Region to supplement your family income.

In fact, many workers are doing this, but everyone is very sensible.

After all, this is more or less an illegal transaction.

There were a few times when you got things thrown away by officials in the villa area, and you, the workers and the foreman, secretly sold them on the black market for a lot of money.

Even this money allowed you to pay off part of your mother's debt, which made you very happy.

Life is heavy, but every time you think of your family, you can always calm down and continue to suffer at a young age.

Your eighteenth year is coming soon, but this does not mean that there has been any change in your life, and your father's health has not improved at all.

But now, your family has a new member, and the arrival of your younger brother makes you very happy.

You have even imagined that you and your brother sneaked to the deserted watchtower at night, expecting the evening breeze to dispel the thin fog and go to see the luxurious villa of the noble official, but more importantly, there is one more person to support in the family.

You are very popular with your coworkers and foremen, because you are very good at dealing with people. It can be said that your brother's growth is inseparable from the various help of coworkers and foremen. Migrant workers are always so honest and simple, willing to help their brothers.

But the heavy pressure still puts your family finances on the verge of collapse, and your father's body is completely unable to return to the position of heavy physical labor.

And your mother has been able to barely earn some meager income by sewing and mending since her serious illness.

It's not that you haven't thought about falling in love at the age of 18, and you also have your own crush.

The girl who is one year younger than you is the child of Tom's relative, the head of the base. You love each other deeply. The girl likes your enthusiasm when you work, and you also love the girl's gentle smile in the sun.

But you tacitly agreed not to establish any relationship, and you didn't know the girl's specific background.

You thought that even if she was the daughter of the base commander, Master Tom, you could still fight for her, and you had the ability to make Master Tom look up to you.

But in the end, you found that you were extremely wrong.

Once by chance, you saw the girl's ID card, which was the ID card of the First Land. In the empire, the class of each region is different.

And Master Tom does not have the strength to enter the First Land.

You can only pretend not to see it, just try your best to show the best of yourself in front of the girl, and endure to maintain the distance.

Of course, no matter how deep the feelings of young people are hidden, they can't escape the eyes of the old fox.

One day, you were called into the office by Master Tom. This office is not gorgeous, but it is not comparable to your wooden house.

Master Tom is not a bad person, or Master Tom is considered good among tens of thousands of grain production bases. Master Tom is very good to his workers.

He is a majestic and kind fat master who can tolerate others' disrespect for him and has high demands on himself.

Master Tom did not use any euphemistic or implied threats to you, but directly said to you: "Caesar, if you don't want you and your family to appear on the blacklist of those officials, let go before you are discovered."

You know the horror legends of those blacklists, but you used silence to show the stubbornness that a young man should have.

This is what Master Tom expected. He patted your shoulder and said: "I will pick a suitable position for you. I have seen your efforts in the past few years. The Wilson family's children are good guys after all. You will be assigned to the checkpoint at the gate of the base. That job can solve your family's livelihood problems now."

Yes, this is the ordinary life of an imperial person. You don't understand why you work so hard and strive so hard, but still get such an ending.

You have no idea what you should do to be better, and you don't know how to break the current class.

That night you cheered up and accompanied your Avril to the abandoned tower.

Yes, you were unwilling to accept this result. The breeze that night was very cool and blew away the light mist.

You mustered up the courage to confess.

But Avril didn't say anything, she just kept covering her face and crying. Behind her was the magnificent villa area, and behind her was the sea god temple with lights everywhere.

At this moment, the soft light stung your eyes so much that you couldn't open your eyes.

It's impossible for you. How much you hope that Avril is the child of Master Tom's relatives, so that even if the hope is extremely slim, you can still have a chance.

But, she is the daughter of a sergeant of the Fire of Civilization.

To be honest, a few hours ago you didn't think this identity was so valuable, after all, you have seen sergeants of the Provincial Defense Army several times.

But Master Tom patiently explained the difference between the two to you under your questioning.

He explained in an almost blasphemous way that in short, the Provincial Defense Army is just a watchdog.

And the Fire of Civilization is the most sacred army in the hands of His Majesty. They expand the territory for His Majesty the Sea King. More importantly, even if it is just a sergeant, it is almost hereditary.

They are the sharp blades in the hands of the Sea King, and you are just a burden to the Sea King.

There is a world of difference between the two of you.

After that day, you broke all your fantasies and came to the freight station of the grain production base to start a new job. You found Master Tom again and hoped that he would not tell Avril where you were going.

Master Tom agreed. In fact, in Master Tom's eyes, you are a very capable child. Master Tom noticed you a long time ago and hoped to train you to be the foreman of the base.

But if it weren't for Avril, Master Tom might have observed you for a few more years.

But you just agreed to some instructions with nonsense and came to the gate of the base to take office.

The grain production base is a very large outer area of ​​the city. Each main production base is divided into countless small sub-bases, just like the large manors of noble lords that only existed in textbooks more than a hundred years ago.

Although you are not well educated, you can write and count. In this main base of the center of the Laza Province No. 2-0-23, you are responsible for counting every box of goods to see if there are any omissions.

Your family also moved here. You often looked at the villa area in the distance from the magnificent gate of the main base, as if at this moment, you became a serf in the lord's manor more than a hundred years ago.

You accepted your fate. You knew that Avril must have inquired about your whereabouts, but that didn't matter. You had to admit that you were a low-level trash. Indulging in the relationship between the two was nothing more than harming both of them.

Day after day, you gradually became a smart and capable young man and a reliable assistant in the eyes of the stationmaster. You imagined your future countless times.

But in your small and pitiful worldview, the best future you could imagine was to let your younger brother grow up steadily and have the opportunity to become a missionary or a wise believer of the state religion, or to stop your parents from being tortured by illness.

You are very sure that you will contract various diseases caused by fatigue when you are in your fifties.

And you will owe a sum of money for medical expenses when you are in your sixties.

In the end, some of your limbs will be replaced by prostheses to improve your work efficiency and pay off your debts.

You will pay off most of the debt before you die, and your son will continue to help you pay off the remaining small part.

This happened to your father, and it is also the unchangeable fate that will happen to you.

This is very distressing, although your co-workers often persuade you that the local workers have been doing this for generations, and even decades ago they lived a harder life.

They think that instead of guessing all day, you might as well pray to Poseidon that your brother can join the Poseidon State Church and become a missionary respected by everyone.

By chance, you met the old missionary Martin again, and this time you asked the question from your childhood, have you ever made any contribution to the Poseidon?

This time Martin did not smile and say nothing, he felt that you had grown up, so he told you: You are just a burden to His Majesty, most of you are like this.

After saying that, Martin stopped discussing this matter, you were very confused, you worked harder than everyone else, even working 14 hours a day, and suffered more than anyone else, you tried hard to make your co-workers admire you, you almost single-handedly carried the burden of the family, you couldn't figure out why you were a burden to the Emperor.

Until this day, you received a strange job, and the freight station was temporarily closed today.

The supervisor of the freight station ordered you to clean the gate of the base, which had hardly been cleaned, and there was an extra subsidy for this job. You didn't ask much about it, but just started cleaning silently with other workers.

However, you soon found that this job was not easy. The gate of the base was closed and the gate was polished to a bright shine.

At this time, the law enforcer of the base found you and said that the superiors had received a request to make it spotless before nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

Spotless?

There were wheat bran blown by the wind everywhere, or all kinds of garbage. You tried to argue with the law enforcer about this joking request.

But soon a beautifully dressed woman came over and threw a handful of money in front of you, saying that the garbage would be cleaned by a special person, and she wanted to see a spotless street until nine o'clock tomorrow.

You took the money thrown by the woman, and you quickly thought of a way. You found the water management department and said that you wanted to use the water source for irrigating the wheat field. Unsurprisingly, you were rejected.

But after you explained the purpose, the water management department immediately said that you could use as much as you wanted. In this way, you would use water to wash the streets every hour.

At this point, you feel that something big has definitely happened at the base. The work of washing the streets has kept you busy all night. At six o'clock the next day, both sides of the road are already full of pedestrians.

You heard the world, Urtes, and someone's child coming back from the noisy words, which made you confused.

Has the provincial defense force gone out to suppress bandits recently? Working at the gate of the base, you know very well that no defense force has gone out in recent months.

But your work cannot be distracted. At 7:30, after you washed the streets for the last time, you were driven to the city wall on the side of the gate of the base under the leadership of the law enforcers.

To be honest, although you feel that being driven here is somewhat insulting, you have to say that it is clearer here and it is also a good place to enjoy the ceremony.

Soon, something surprising happened to you. You saw the governor's car of the Laza Province appeared. It was a luxurious car.

Behind the senior officials were the base chiefs of the grain production bases in each district, as well as the endless guard of honor.

Soon, the shock from the sky made you lose the ability to speak. You saw a huge blue dragon flapping its wings in the distance, and countless escort boats followed on both sides.

Looking at your law enforcers, they said, that is the Statue of Liberty gunboat of the Fire of Civilization, and that is the transport boat named Sky Garden. Countless names you have never heard of appeared in your world.

This is the first time you have seen the Fire of Civilization Corps. In your cognition, they are different from the Provincial Defense Army. They are the sharp blade of the emperor.

While you were stunned, the transport ships completed the landing, the blue dragon roared, and a figure like the commander walked down from the dragon's back step by step.

The dragon was not the strongest fighting force in the sky fifty years ago, but the dragon is a symbol of status!

You stretched your head hard. In fact, you don’t know what you expect to see, but there is an inexplicable mood and power that inspires you to try to see these.

Soon, the solemn bells rang around the base, and the gate of the base was still closed. The Fire of Civilization was arranged in a neat formation under the command of the commander.

The law enforcer smoked the good cigarette you handed him, and explained everything about the Fire of Civilization Corps in a few words, while you stared at the gate intently.

You wanted to see what the Fire of Civilization Corps was, and what made you and Avril so different.

Soon, the gate of the base opened, and the Fire of Civilization slowly moved forward accompanied by the ancient and sacred ballads.

As Old Martin said, the Fire of Civilization is the sharp blade of the Sea King, and its ten thousand people's synchronized steps accompanied by the ancient melody hammered into the central main base one by one.

You know that these Fire of Civilization Corps are the children of farmers, merchants, and workers in the province of Laza, but you never thought that these people who were born in the same place as you would welcome so many cheers.

The provincial general raised his head and gave an impassioned speech on the big screen about the results of the Fire of Civilization fighting against heretics and alien races on the continent you had never seen. Every victory made the whole base excited, and every footstep made countless autumn leaves fall.

Some people knelt down for this sacred army, some people cheered for it, and some people went crazy for it.

Those missionaries who need to take off their hats and salute when you see them shout loudly to clear the way for the children of these workers. You even feel that in their eyes, it is a supreme honor to bless the Poseidon's army.

You saw a provincial district chief being polite to a colonel of the Civilization Fire Legion, and you also saw a provincial general trembling with fear in the face of the leader of the Civilization Fire Legion.

The former is a district chief in charge of hundreds of thousands of people, while the latter is just a legion commander with thousands of people under his command.

They don't have as many people as Master Tom, but Master Tom would politely put on a smile and bribe an inspection official from a provincial capital.

You suddenly feel that maybe this is the Poseidon's army. You feel that there is something different in your spirit that is overwhelmed by life, as if for the first time you know that you can be something else.

The ceremony was over. In the next month, you thought about it a lot and asked a lot of people, but in the end you returned to your original base.

In the afternoon, you met Master Tom.

I want to join the Legion of Civilization, what do I do?

I have to say that Mr. Tom is a qualified old gentleman, but your question still made the fat on Mr. Tom’s face tremble.

After silence, Master Tom asked you a lot of questions. Is Avril enough to make you pay so much? How do your parents arrange it?

Most of the Fire of Civilization soldiers have a hard time returning to their homeland.

Mr. Tom slapped you seriously during your stumbled answer. To this old gentleman, what you said was unrealistic and irresponsible.

As a base manager, Master Tom is not like those scabs who drink human blood and eat human flesh. Master Tom has strict requirements on workers and controls production quality.

But outside of work, Mr. Tom always knows who is in trouble and whose family is unable to solve the problem, and provides some help within his ability.

This makes the workers admire Master Tom very much, and so do you.

In the eyes of Mr. Tom, your behavior of joining the fire of civilization as soon as your upper and lower lips touch is undoubtedly a blasphemy to the Emperor of the Sea and a contempt for responsibility.

You calm down.

Mr. Tom is right, but that doesn't mean you give up on your goals.

You start to train yourself consciously. Workers' children give you a good body, but this is not enough. You need to train combat skills.

At first you were just playing boxing exhibition matches in the pub. At first you were beaten badly, but gradually your winning rate became higher and higher.

But the exhibition match in the tavern is not an underground black boxing game. You start to take the initiative to help the security guards at the freight station deal with thieving gangsters.

You started working so hard that you quickly became the foreman, and now you can support your family and save money at the same time.

You used the money you saved to buy a pistol from the black market, and whenever you had time, you would go to the Dothraki grasslands to train.

These are very tiring, but every time you want to give up, you will tell yourself that you no longer want to live in the wheat fields, eat the tasteless food, breathe the dusty air, or Because of his identity, he retreated from love.

You really don’t want to be a burden to His Majesty!

Soon, you will be 22 years old. With your current body, you can easily defeat four or five people of your age, and your marksmanship is far superior to ordinary people.

You have never told your parents this, and you have never talked about your dreams, but your parents seem to know something, but they just don’t say much.

And on this day, the Poseidon will favor you.

On this day, you were walking on the street as usual. After your daily running training, you liked to take a look at the scenery in the base.

But this time there was a little surprise during the stroll.

There was an explosion at the restaurant on the street. The explosion can be said to have stunned you directly.

Although the security in Lazar Province is not very good, you are sure that even those Dothraki barbarians would never dare to play with explosives such as wildfire in the base.

You soon confirmed your suspicions that the fire of civilization was besieging the building, and the leader was the leader you had met at the ceremony a few years ago.

You vaguely know that when the fire of civilization returned, they did not leave immediately, but were divided into two groups, one group was in the city, and the other group was scattered in the major bases.

The Fire of Civilization belongs to the direct legion of the Poseidon. You have also seen some officers on vacation in the tavern, including not only Raza people, but also people from other provinces.

You took out your pistol and crawled to the ground. The sudden danger made you almost unable to think.

Vaguely, you heard the Fire of Civilization soldiers mentioning words like cult and heresy in their exchanges. You understood that there were evil warlocks causing trouble, which made your hair stand on end.

Bullets were flying above your head, and you clearly saw a group of people in the building wearing strange clothes, holding weapons similar to dung forks, and with blue lips, constantly attacking the defense line of the Fire of Civilization.

You can obviously see some traces of mutation on this group of people, mutants!

Oh my gosh, these mutants transformed by sorcery and witchcraft only appear in grandma's stories.

It was the kind of scary creature that would wake you up as a child.

In an instant, you saw the leader. The leader seemed very old in your eyes, but his movements of wielding the sword were smooth and smooth. He chopped up several cultists in an instant. This shocked you. This was the experience. Can you surpass the combat power blessed by the Deep Sea Disk?

The soldiers behind the leader were also calm and composed, constantly narrowing the encirclement.

Just then, the explosion sounded again, the old leader was blown away, and the smoke and dust filled the air again.

In the smoke and dust, you vaguely saw the manhole cover shaking a few times.

You thought it was not an illusion, and you shouted loudly to the soldiers, but the gunshots were everywhere, the smoke and dust rolled, and no one heard your warning.

A pair of hands covered with black spots stretched out from the manhole cover. You were sure that you were not wrong this time. You didn't have time to think, and rushed over and emptied the magazine into the gap of the manhole cover.

But another manhole cover in the smoke and dust was still opened. In the smoke and dust, a tall figure holding a machete moved towards the leader step by step.

You didn't have time to think about it, and rushed directly to the two-meter-tall cultist and wrestled with him.

Obviously, your pistol only has one magazine, so you had to pick up the dagger you carried with you to fight.

Soon you regretted it. With your current strength, you could easily defeat several coworkers, but facing this psychopathic cultist who was a head taller and a circle wider than you was like France facing Germany. You felt like you were floating in the wind when you were beaten by this big guy.

The cult lunatic was too strong and seemed to be not afraid of pain. You could only barely hold this thing back.

You were beaten black and blue by him, but fortunately, this thing was eager to sneak attack from the back and the leader who had no gap with this place did not kill you, which gave you an opportunity.

You deliberately exposed your flaws, pretending to be knocked unconscious by this big guy's punch, and lying straight on the ground.

As you expected, this two-meter-tall psychopath did not finish you off. You seized the opportunity and jumped up regardless of the pain in your body, jumped onto the back of this big guy, and stabbed his eye socket with the dagger in your hand.

The big guy felt pain and grabbed your arm and threw you forward. You felt that all the bones in your body were broken when you fell to the ground.

But fortunately, this cultist didn't last for a few seconds and soon stopped moving.

After the smoke and dust cleared, the soldiers who were setting up the defense line on the other side of the street found you. After finishing off the corpse you created, they immediately dragged you to a corner and returned to the leader to point fingers at you.

Soon, a person who looked like a physiotherapist treated your wounds. Not long after, you saw the old leader striding towards you with a frosty expression on his face. He looked at you carefully and left.

The soldiers around waited until the law enforcer arrived to make sure that someone was taking care of you and left.

The law enforcer sent you back home, which made you a little disappointed, but you still thought you had other opportunities and were surprised that the spray used by the medic was so effective.

Your heroic deeds soon spread in the freight station. This time, even Master Tom couldn't stop the spread of the matter, which made Avril find you.

After several years, you are no longer the naive boy you were back then. You have been beaten by society for so long, but you are still brave. The youthful vigor in your heart has not turned into motivation. You explained your plan to Avril, but the response you got was still crying.

Only then did you know that Avril, as the daughter of a family of officers of the Fire of Civilization, might have a life of luxury.

But her parents have not come back for more than ten years. All she can do is pray to the sea god every day, pray, and pray again.

Pray that you will not receive a notice from the Central Expeditionary Military Academy, and pray that it is your grandfather who is missing arms and legs who opens the door every day, not the leaders of the academy.

You hugged Avril and fell into silence. In fact, your expectations were not in vain.

The leader remembered you, and as your injuries were completely healed, you got a place in the expeditionary army.

That day, you said goodbye to your parents, left a long letter to Avril, and got on the Raton troop carrier.

Three days later, you arrived at the expeditionary recruit camp in Shadowland. Shadowland is a chaotic place, and the empire has only built provinces on the periphery.

Unlike ordinary expeditionary forces, your regiment can be said to be trained completely according to the template of the Fire of Civilization. It does not have any extra tasks. In addition to the high-intensity training tasks, you pick up rifles and fight with the bandits in Shadowland and monsters in the depths day after day.

This so-called training is deadly. During the two years of training, you have wiped out bandits and suppressed riots countless times. You have entered the slums of Shadow Province several times to clean up the heretics and cultists that once existed only in urban legends in your eyes.

As one of the most elite regiments, you know very well that the day when you become His Majesty's army is not far away.

You will no longer be a burden to the Sea King, but his sacred warrior, and you will be away from the scorching sun and the endless sun.

No one tells you when you will become a soldier of the Fire of Civilization Legion, but you all know that the time is not far away.

"From today, the 101st Regiment will serve as a backup. In 15 days, you will officially go to the Ultes continent."

On that day, you changed your uniforms. You put on a sophisticated and decent military uniform with a shining mark of the Fire of Civilization on it.

A brand new rifle and bayonet, a few pairs of high-quality boots, it can be said that everything you wear is enough to buy your life on the black market.

You are the elite of your regiment, and even your exoskeleton armor is two levels stronger than others. Almost everyone believes that if there is no accident, your appointment will come soon, and you will become a new Fire of Civilization sergeant.

This is the first time you know that the Fire of Civilization has military pay, and the military pay provided by the Empire is enough for you to eat in the best restaurants in the province of Laza for several days and nights.

Before leaving the continent of Essos, almost everyone was partying, and so were you. When you returned home, your parents hugged you with tears in their eyes.

They felt awkward about you becoming a non-commissioned officer of the Fire of Civilization. Your father felt that this was the supreme honor of your family, while your mother was worried that she would never see you again.

Master Tom also met you, and this time the old gentleman treated you with great respect.

You are a warrior of the Sea King, and you are the sharp blade of His Majesty.

Master Tom was still serious. He carefully asked you about your arrangements for your family and said that he would take care of everything, and you just had to go forward without worry.

It can be said that you, wearing the Fire of Civilization equipment, have become the glory of your entire neighborhood.

It can be said that there are millions of newborns in this base every year, and you are the best batch.

You met Avril again, yes, in the Land of the First Born.

The First Born Land does have identity recognition, but that doesn't mean they can stop a Sea King warrior.

You visited the old man in Avril's family for the first time and confessed your feelings.

You are very sure that if it was before, you would be beaten to death, but now, Avril's grandfather received you very solemnly.

Five years, this is the requirement of Avril's family, to serve in the Fire of Civilization for five years and come back alive.

The seemingly simple requirement is actually very difficult. Many Fire of Civilization sergeants find it difficult to return to their hometowns. It's not that they died in a foreign land, but some monster tribes that are difficult to kill completely will make them stick to it for decades.

No one cares about the big-headed sergeant, but the officers are different. You know that this is a test from Avril's grandfather, and you also know that this is a slim hope for your future from a veteran of the Fire of Civilization.

You spent the last three days with Avril's company, and today you will become a Sea King warrior.

Like many years ago, the melodious ancient hymns were sung again on the street at the main entrance of the base, but this time, you are no longer envious.

You are among them!

When the sun shines again on the land of the Laza Plain, the roaring storm of the dragon disperses the fog above the main gate, the bells of the base temple ring for you, countless flowers are thrown to your side, and people fill the streets to pray for you.

From today on, you are the warriors of the Sea King.

As the gate slowly opens, you are greeted by your leader, a gray-haired old man.

"101 Expedition, from today on, you are no longer a burden to the Sea Emperor, you are the Sea Emperor's sharp blade and the heavy hammer of the Empire!"

"After careful calculation, the probability of you completely conquering Urtes for His Majesty is pitifully small, and the benefits you can bring are also negligible, but every drop of blood you shed will make the lives of your loved ones better, even if this slight improvement reaches an imperceptible level. With the approval of the Imperial Military Affairs Department, from today on, you will be the Sea Emperor's warriors, and you will join the fire of civilization!"

You vaguely saw Avril crying in the crowd, and you felt that what the leader said might be right, even if it was just a little better.

As the leader said, you have become the Sea Emperor's sharp blade. Even if this knife is not fast now, as long as it can withstand continuous grinding, it will be able to cut iron like mud sooner or later.

And you don't know how many monsters and demons are waiting for you on the Urtes continent, but you don't have any cowardice, or you are ecstatic.

Because you are no longer a termite lying on the empire, nor are you the scum at the bottom of the empire.

Even if there are thousands of people like you in Urtes, you are extremely sacred at this moment!