In the Pirates of the Caribbean world—
Jack smashed a bottle on the floor and shouted at his crew,
"Get up, you drunken fools! It’s ti to work!"
The crew froze, exchanging stunned glances.
Had the captain lost his mind again?
A blind crewman stumbled forward to persuade him,
"Captain Jack, it’s the middle of the night... why not sail out tomorrow?"
Click.
Jack’s pistol cocked loudly as he pointed it at the man’s forehead.
"Set sail. Or die," Jack said coldly.
"God is angry. Very angry."
The crew gasped in unison.
Just monts ago, they’d been laughing and drinking, dismissing the idea of gods and sacrifices.
Captain Jack had tried to build an altar once.
But they’d all talked him down, convincing him that gods wouldn’t really co, and that it was better to spend their stolen treasures in taverns and casinos.
What did they get in return? A good ti.
Now their captain was serious—and so was the looming fear of divine wrath.
Jack gathered everyone on the deck of the Black Pearl.
His face was grim as he addressed them.
"The Eternal God gave an ultimatum," Jack said, his voice tight.
"If I don’t complete a sacrifice within three days... the world will be destroyed."
A chill swept through the crew.
"My God... this isn’t just bad news, this is the end of the world!"
"Destroy the world? Hiss... what the hell did we get ourselves into?!"
Jack glared at them, furious.
"It’s your fault! I prepared treasures, gathered offerings—but you lot gambled and drank it all away!"
The n lowered their heads in sha.
"What do we do now, Captain?"
Jack took a deep breath, steeling himself.
"We head to the Old Bay.
There’s gold, craftsn—and Elizabeth Swann."
The crew stiffened.
"You an... the Governor’s daughter?"
Elizabeth Swann—famous for her beauty, wealth, and stubbornness.
Not to ntion, a virgin heiress.
"Exactly," Jack said.
"We kill the surrounding navy, offer them as sacrifices along with Elizabeth Swann, and calm the Eternal God’s anger first.
After that, we’ll hunt for the sea goddess Calypso."
The crew looked at each other, then roared in agreent.
This ti, no one dared slack off.
If the world was going to be destroyed otherwise, what did a little bloodshed matter?
———
anwhile, in the Legend of Sword and Fairy world—
Solanum nibbled anxiously at her fingernail.
She’d known from the start that ddling with divine ditation might bring consequences...
But she’d been too stubborn, too clever for her own good.
Now, with the Eternal God’s fury sweeping through the multiverse, even the thought of hiding seed laughable.
Red Kwai folded her arms and smirked.
"Now you’re scared?
You stole the ditation technique from , refused to honor the God properly—and now you’re panicking?"
Solanum hugged her knees, pouting miserably.
"I didn’t an to... I just didn’t want to always be stuck with you! Every ti you bullied ..."
Red Kwai rolled her eyes.
"Enough excuses.
If you don’t want to get obliterated, you’d better help build the altar. Quickly."
Solanum nodded pitifully.
Red Kwai’s smile turned cold.
In her eyes, the so-called immortals of this world were pathetic hypocrites.
Selfish. Cold-hearted. Arrogant.
When she was suffering, when she was humiliated—
Where were these so-called immortals then?
None had co to save her.
But the Eternal God had given her strength.
True strength.
Compared to hollow gods and useless immortals, her faith belonged to soone real.
"I heard there are descendants of Nuwa here," Red Kwai whispered to herself.
"And demons, and ancient spirits...
Good. They’ll all beco sacrifices for my God."
With a flick of her wrist, Red Kwai summoned her magic sword.
She began carving an altar, taking materials from the Soul Sealing Tower itself.
The monunt should have been invulnerable—
after all, it had been crafted by a god long ago.
But Red Kwai was no longer the sa.
Her soul had transford into a hybrid of ghost and flesh, allowing her to draw upon dark powers far beyond ordinary mortals.
Swish! Swish!
Sword light flashed.
The ancient monunt shattered like glass.
Piece by piece, Red Kwai constructed a crude but sturdy altar.
Animal bones ford the base.
At the top, she placed a crystal and a glowing night pearl taken from within the tower.
Sixteen exhausting hours later, the altar stood half a ter high—
simple, but brimming with ominous power.
Red Kwai stabbed her magic sword into the ground.
She took a deep breath, recalling the sacrificial incantation that had been passed down by the God.
Closing her eyes, she began to chant.
"Great Eternal God...
Your humble believer, Red Kwai, calls upon you."
"You who shine brighter than the heavens,
You who are older than ti,
You who are eternal and unchanging—"
"Today, I offer you the Soul Sealing Tower,
and all the creatures of Mount Shu as my sacrifice."
"Please, descend into this world, and accept my devotion."
The wind howled.
The altar began to tremble.
The true beginning of a divine reckoning had co.
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