Pirate Kingship

Chapter 408 - 328 Perfect Body and Ambush!_2

Chapter 408: Chapter 328 Perfect Body and Ambush!_2

"By then, it will be too late for tears," just like the infamous pirate Flint, who met his demise on Silvergold Island, once said.

The life of a Transcendent is a constant tug-of-war, struggling to maintain the balance of their inner Spirituality. If one truly wishes to transcend the mundane and not become a handful of dust after a century, then they must engage in this dangerous tug-of-war with these perilous beings. Only when the id, ego, and super-ego reach a tripartite balance of power does one achieve the most stable state.

And when that voice whispered the words "Prince of Night Demons" by Byron’s ear, the pull of his bloodline surged abruptly. It appeared not only did the owner of that voice take notice of him, but even the long-slumbering Mother of Creation Lilith seemed to subconsciously pay him attention.

Having witnessed the promotion of more than one high-ranking member of the cult, Alfred of Blood Red Whiskey couldn’t help but widen his eyes in shock, exclaiming, "What’s happening?"

Then a translucent "umbilical cord" that had never appeared in any of the Bloodthirsty Cult’s past bloodline sublimation rituals suddenly stretched down from the Blood Moon. It connected with the golden-red Supernatural Aura emanating from Byron’s body, forming a translucent amniotic sac that enveloped him completely. His body floated up automatically, curling up into the fetal position as if returning to the womb. The energy, Spirituality, and information between the two were fully connected. Byron’s clothes dissolved into nothingness amid the crimson glow in an instant, with only an array of Miracle equipment dropping to the ground, revealing his bulky body still marked with traces of beastification.

"Hmph!"

Faced with such an unexpected change, Byron, immersed in his own metamorphosis, felt the pressure mounting.

Being exceptional to the point of dazzling brilliance wasn’t always a blessing. Just by hearing the name, it was clear the Prince of Night Demons was far more formidable than the average Night Demon, with a much higher Rank in the Bloodline Codex. But correspondingly, his relation to Lilith was that much closer. If he couldn’t withstand the combined pull of the other party and Beastliness, he’d likely never again be an independent personality as a Black Witch. Instead, like Nightmare Yemengade, he’d become an Affiliate and Zealot of the Old Gods, fighting for their resurrection cause all his life.

Byron always remembered the essence of the Transcendent System: the human heart is the "charioteer" of one’s fate. His chariot is pulled by two horses: one is a noble steed that leads him up with pure concepts of Divinity; the other, a difficult brute that drags him down through his body. Man has the ability to ascend to Heaven, even be reborn as a divine being. Yet, he is constantly tempted by bodily desires, drawing him down into Beastliness’s material world. Only by holding the reins firmly can one become the master of their own life! Byron didn’t want to compromise with Beastliness and become a bloodthirsty Beast; nor did he want to be assimilated by rules and become an adjunct to the Silver Law. His thoughts were always the same: freedom! "If there’s something I want to do, whether it be to become a Demon or a Saint, it will certainly be out of my own volition, and not because I’m swayed by some outside force."

Reliance on the "Flow State" alone was not enough. He also had to add the Knight’s innate skill [Riding] to barely manage the tug of war between the two horses. He piloted his "chariot," ascending and then descending, gradually entering a state of extreme focus. The symbol of self-control and the "Flow State" realm began to elevate continuously. For every increase in the pull from Beastliness, his "Flow State" realm ascended correspondingly, drawing ever closer to the realm of "Divine Sight." Overcoming oneself provided greater progress than sparring with any expert.

Time ticked away.

With a foundation far more solid than ordinary Transcendents, the id, ego, and super-ego, after reaching a new equilibrium, were incredibly more stable than others. Together they hoisted the dazzling Crown symbolizing the racial Rank of the Prince of Night Demons, casting the entire dark chapel in golden light. The bloodline transformation finally got back on track.

Outwardly, deterioration had ceased to deepen, with various traces of beastification on his body gradually fading away and returning to the appearance of a normal human. The deeper metamorphosis also started at this moment. The calluses from long-term sword training fell from his hands, and the scars from numerous battles began to disappear without trace... The newly grown skin gleamed with the lustrous shine of beautiful jade. Byron’s already striking face seemed to glow. Shoulders, chest, waist, thighs... His body proportions were also re-adjusted according to the golden ratio. Broad shoulders, shark muscles, a narrow waist, merman lines, and down below... ahem, in short, every male-aspired trait was perfected to an impeccable level. It had even surpassed the limits of the human species.

Originally, when Byron had broken through to the Third Order [Storm Admiral], he had received a divine baptism that opened up a connection between his Spirituality and his body. It enabled his body to reach a theoretically perfect state, both psychologically and physiologically. But that had only allowed his body to grow to the limits of what his own genetic material could express, and had done nothing for the recessive genetic diseases within him. Now, however, it seemed that even his genetic code was self-adjusting, and the disease-causing factor known as "Glass Delusion" had dissipated in an instant. He was gradually reaching and even surpassing the most perfect genetic combination of the human race, perfectly aligning with the power of Mother of Creation Lilith.

Indeed, only the word "perfect" could describe it. With keen hearing and sharp eyes, a tall physique, broad shoulders, and perfectly streamlined muscles that were unobtrusive, yet filled with a fluid sense of powerful beauty. Such a body had ascended to the realm of aesthetics, comparable to the marble statues passed down from the heroes of the Mythological Era.

The translucent amniotic sac could not block the view from the outside.

Next to him, Violet’s Sapphire-like bright eyes twinkled with specks of starlight, her cheeks slightly flushed, and she couldn’t help but part her pink lips slightly, whispering, "How can he be so... handsome?"

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught Jacqueline standing by her side, her hands covering her eyes, yet leaving a large gap between her fingers, her almond-shaped eyes unblinking. Violet took a handkerchief out of her pocket and wiped the glistening moisture from the corner of Jacqueline’s mouth.

"SLURP."

And... she also wiped her own.

This was the spirit of a Bay Citizen Princess and pirate captain; unabashedly gazing upon a beautiful man without any intention of hiding it.

Well, it’s not as if she was looking at someone else’s man. Sooner or later, he would be mine; at most, I would share him with Catherine, fifty-fifty, and no one else should even think about it!

Just as people of different races and cultures look upon the same natural landscape and find beauty, what is naturally harmonious is the most beautiful. This kind of charm seemed to transcend the aesthetic boundaries of species.

At this moment, Byron, through his own commanding power and the massive Anchoring he had prepared in advance, had completely stabilized the ritual. He finally had the leisure to pay attention to the voice that had just sounded in his ear.

"My instincts tell me it’s the master of this city speaking, [Piercing Duke] Caipes? A feast for Dragons and Night Demons? The Old Continent of the Mythological Era was also called the Dragon Court. Since Lilith’s Night Demons could be mentioned alongside it, it stands to reason that the stronger Dragons would have an Old God among them. And as he said, whether these two rulers are allies or enemies, they both share an intrinsic commonality: they are both naked Profiteers. After all, the ancient heroes who first founded kingdoms were often "Bathed in Dragon Blood" monarchs. [Blue Dragon King] Reinhardt, who founded the North Sea Empire, was just one of them; historically, there were at least four other kings, making up the Five-colored Dragon Kings. Later on, the heroes intermarried, resulting in all of the upper echelons of the Silver Continent being related. Two thousand years later, it is still the same. Nobles and generals—are they destined by birth? Here, they truly are. There has never been a precedent for any commoner ascending to kingship. At this moment, Byron could clearly sense the trace amounts of Blue Dragon Blood within him, which were also growing rapidly. This affirmed his speculation about the mutual exchange of knowledge between them. One coveted flesh and blood while the other coveted treasure—perfectly complementing each other. Who knows what kind of surprises the combination of Dragon and Night Demon will bring in the end?"

But Byron didn’t have time to fully experience the series of changes within his body.

BOOM!

Suddenly a loud explosion sounded in his ears. A speck of blood-red light, carrying a massive figure, violently intruded into his perception. And due to the deep connection of the "umbilical cord," he couldn’t even close his eyes or block his senses.

"What?!"

What followed was a barrage of even more violent gibberish and knowledge from the other end of the "umbilical cord," almost immediately demolishing his tripartite balance.