A Novel Concept - A death a day, MC will live anyway! Chapter 248: To Spare or to Play

Helming the rudder, Titus watched the stormy sea beyond the prow. Waves taller than his own sailboat surged toward him. Flexing his Concept, the Rehm parted each crashing wave, making way for his passage. What required no effort for him was arduous for others; one of the reasons he had entrusted his tribe to another leader. So daring young tribespeople had wanted to accompany him, but he refused. The epicenter of the cataclysm lay at the lair of the seventh Terror, and Titus didn't believe in coincidences.

As the chief, it was his duty to investigate the origin of the calamity that had shaken the ocean an hour earlier. Gladius had offered to accompany him, but Titus declined; soone needed to protect their tribes in case it was a trap. The Rehms were a dwindling people, and every individual was precious.

So, here stood the old warrior, defying the wrath of the ocean at the helm of his catamaran. Ahead, two waves moving in different directions collided to form a hill of water.

Titus’ soul called upon his Concept, and a supernatural wind filled his sails, magically accelerating his boat. A mont later, the vessel climbed the water wall before taking off into the air.

The sailboat flew almost three hundred ters before landing on the crest of a wave. Titus laughed as the foam from the landing splashed him.

It had been a decade since he had sailed the seas alone, and he had forgotten the pleasure of navigating solo.

Suddenly, an ash cloud appeared on the horizon, and the old sea dog squinted. The seismic activity of their world fragnt was too weak to cause an eruption.

Soone or sothing had forced nature's hand.

“To ruin the status quo? Who would be stupid enough for that…”

Heart tight with worry, Titus accelerated again.

Priam broke the ocean's surface, gulping down a lungful of air. He had chosen to resurface in one swift move rather than create a new passage to his inner world. The reason was obvious: he feared the eruption he had caused had hard Esmée.

A few seconds later, he turned to his right, alerted by his [Echolocation]. The young woman was approaching, riding a dolphin. The sight of the princess riding the animal with the grace of a drunken monkey made him smile. At least, there were things even his rivals didn't excel at.

“I’ll get better,” Esmée muttered, patting the dolphin’s head lightly before releasing it. “It was the only way to get away from the eruption quickly…”

Her tone was neutral, but Priam thought he detected a hint of reprimand.

“Uh…” Priam coughed, blushing with embarrassnt. “I didn’t really have a choice.”

“Let’s not dwell on it. Did you get what you wanted?”

Priam grinned, raising his hand. Nestled in his palm was a core the size of a walnut. Its athyst hue reflected the sunlight like the world’s most flawless diamond.

[Core - Tier 1 - Earl] - The core of the seventh Terror of the ocean. Contains draconic and ntal affinities. Your skill level does not allow you to assess the runes within.

The pressure of the ocean depths compressed a drop of draconic blood and a large volu of aether into a unique gem.

Add-on note: Detection of an ideal-quality trophy. Creating a gate using this trophy is highly recomnded.

“It’s magnificent,” Esmée murmured. “Is it from the seventh Terror?”

“It was,” the warrior corrected. “I found it inside its brain.”

The heart had been devoured, boosting the level of [ntal Bridge]. The enhancent ca with knowledge and certain tricks, including the translation of runes stolen by Priam.

Lvl Up: [ntal Bridge] Lvl 6,..., 10

TA (Affinity) 10

TA (Perception) 5

“Cores are distributed based on their abilities. Did its owner have ntal talents?”

“Yep,” Priam replied, levitating out of the water. “Let’s head back. Blueberry must have finished preparing the banquet.”