Global Islands: I'm The Sea God's Heir!-Chapter 57: Ch : Water Tycoon Mistakenly Becomes A Sage
An army camp from the primeval age.
Knights moved about in leather armor, while magicians roamed the area carrying wooden staffs.
The commander of this camp was one hell of a knight.
Encased in gigantic full-body armor, the subtle muscle contours visible through the gaps hinted at the kind of monster hiding within.
As he stood, both of his hands rested on a massive silver greatsword.
"Commander Goran, we’ve caught a very strange and suspicious individual. Would you like to take a look?" a cavalry unit asked carefully.
"Strange and suspicious, you say?"
As the commander spoke in his monstrous voice, the eyeballs behind his helmet glowed green, sending a faint shiver down the knight’s spine.
"Yes, Commander. And that person is accompanied by a demon slime."
"Hmm? A demon slime and a human together?"
The commander seemed greatly intrigued.
"Very well. Let us meet them. Bring them to my quarter."
The knight bowed deeply, then disappeared like a frightened rabbit.
Before long, the same knight, along with a few others, escorted Aegis and Pyro forward, both bound in chains.
They entered the Commader’s tent.
Everything had gone against Aegis’s expectations. He had thought that he and Pyro would be separated, but thankfully, that did not happen.
What he did not know was that the System transferred Skylords and their followers together, as they shared a deeper bond.
Those adventurers, however, might not be as fortunate as him though.
Honestly, he did not care much about that.
What concerned him was something else entirely.
Instead of a chaotic battlefield, they had been spawned near an organized army camp.
As a result, they were captured almost immediately by the guards.
No. To be more specific, Aegis let himself to be captured on his own accord.
The reason: he wanted to gather intelligence and understand the true nature of this Primordial Battlefield.
Commander Goran sat upon a stone seat reinforced with iron, his towering figure casting a long shadow over the tent.
Aegis stood calmly before him, chains still wrapped around his wrists. Pyro sat on his shoulder, blinking innocently at everyone around, as if the situation had nothing to do with him.
"State your origin, skinny boy," Commander Goran demanded. "You do not look like a soldier of any known banner."
"I come from a distant kingdom, far beyond these lands," Aegis replied evenly.
The commander’s glowing eyes narrowed slightly.
"And the creature?" he asked while looking at Pyro.
"My men claim it is a demon slime."
Aegis glanced at Pyro, who let out a soft boink and waved a tiny flame.
"He is not a demon. How could something so small and harmless be a demon?"
Commander Lark did not say those words out loud.
But deep inside, he agreed.
Demons were known for their grotesque forms and overwhelming malice. They did not come in such small, almost adorable shapes.
Still, suspicion lingered in the air.
As the commander rose from his seat and walked closer, his gaze suddenly froze.
On the back of Aegis’s hand, a faint purple mark had appeared.
A purple trident.
Aegis himself had not noticed it yet.
The mark formed Halo, then pulsed once.
Then again.
The halo became brighter by the second, until the symbol detached from his skin and projected itself into the sky above the camp.
The entire tent was suddenly bathed in violet radiance.
Commander Goran’s jaw nearly dropped onto the floor.
His massive greatsword slipped from his grasp and struck the ground with a heavy clang.
.
"No. this cannot be..."
Without another word, the commander dropped to one knee.
Then both.
He lowered his head until his forehead pressed firmly against the ground.
Around him, knights froze in terror. Magicians went pale as white sheet.
One by one, they followed.
Armor clattered. Staffs fell.
Every knight and magician knelt until their foreheads pressed to the earth.
They trembled as if standing before their god.
"Forgive us for our ignorance, Sage. We did not realize that the time had already come."
"Sage? That time?"
Aegis himself was caught off guard by the sudden change in dynamic.
He did not know whether he was the only one who had spawned with this so called Sage title, or if there were others like him scattered across the battlefield.
For now, he decided to focus on his objective.
"Stand up... And what is a Sage? How is it possible that I know nothing about this?"
The giant commander, Goran, slowly stood on his feet. He looked at Aegis with burning fervor, as if staring at a living legend.
"A Sage is a hero promised by the Primordial God," Goran said solemnly. "We Primordials have suffered under endless wars for millennia. Those wretched Earth Titans destroy everything we build, again and again."
His voice shook as he continued,
"Children, women, elderlies —They spare no one. And ever since our God disappeared, things have only grown worse."
The camp had gone completely silent.
"All we were left with was a prophecy. It foretold that Sages from a Realm Beyond the Stars would one day descend upon our world and free us from our suffering." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
As he spoke, tears unknowingly flowed from behind his helmet, slipping past the glowing green light of his eyes.
"Primordials..." Aegis murmured.
His gaze swept across the camp, studying the knights and mages more carefully.
Only now did he notice the differences between human and Primodials.
He had initially assumed that only the guards possessed such massive, powerful builds, and covered in mysterious black tattoos.
But he was wrong.
Almost everyone here was built the same way.
Their frames were bulky and dense, as if they had been born with strength injected directly into their flesh.
They were not trained to be strong. They were inherently stronger.
The mages were no exception.
Each of them bore distinct elemental marks etched into their skin. Some had black symbols carved into their cheeks, while others had black sigils embedded into their temples.
The marks looked as if alive, resonating with the ambient energy of the land.
This was a race shaped by war.
And Aegis had just been mistaken for their prophesied savior.
Slowly, a realization settled in his mind:
This Primordial Battlefield was far more than a simple event.
It was cursed by wars.
