Samsara Tower: Only I Know the Plot!-Chapter 434 - 435: Want to Face Da Chao?

"Who on earth are you?"

Poseidon glared at Fenric, his expression twisted with unease.

A dreadful hunch gnawed at him—today might end badly.

"I already answered that question," Fenric replied calmly. "I am the Sea God(Poseidon). I’ll give you one last chance, Poseidon—hand over the trident willingly, or I’ll kill you and take it myself."

"Arrogant mortal! I’ll bury you in the waves!"

Poseidon roared, his eyes glowing with a deep blue light.

The sea below stirred in response to his fury, swelling with violent energy.

The next moment, a massive tsunami—towering two hundred meters high—rose from all directions, converging on Fenric. The surging waves twisted into colossal figures of sea gods, roaring as they charged at him.

The sight was overwhelming, as though Poseidon had become one with the ocean itself.

Arthur and the others, who had just emerged from the depths, froze in terror.

This was the might of a god!

Mortals couldn’t possibly stand against it.

Even Fenric was taken aback.

But what shocked him wasn’t Poseidon’s strength—it was the trident in his hand. The weapon’s power resonated with the sea, far stronger than Fenric had anticipated.

If I can seize that trident and merge it with my own... my control over the ocean will advance by leaps and bounds.

Fenric smirked. "Poseidon, how many times must I tell you? Size doesn’t matter to me. Haven’t you learned your lesson yet?"

With that, Fenric stowed away his trident, clenched his fists, and thrust both arms outward.

It was the same devastating move once wielded by Whitebeard in the great war.

"Kacha—!!"

The void itself cracked as destructive vibrations tore through the air. Gravity warped and twisted around him, the very fabric of the sea shuddering under his might.

Fenric’s strength wasn’t yet on par with Whitebeard’s—at least not without using the demon body. He couldn’t split the seas with a single strike. But it was more than enough to shatter Poseidon’s constructs.

Cracks spiderwebbed across the bodies of the sea god giants, as though sliced apart by invisible blades.

Poseidon’s divine power faltered. The towering figures crumbled, collapsing into torrents of seawater that crashed back into the ocean.

"Boom—!"

The echoes of destruction rippled through the waves.

Poseidon’s face darkened—his confidence shattered.

Fenric’s gaze sharpened. He immediately sensed Poseidon’s intent to flee.

"Trying to run? Do you think you can escape?"

Fenric’s voice was ice. He drew out his trident, summoning the power of the sea. A massive section of ocean surged upward into the sky, trapping countless fish within it.

Poseidon, having taken the form of one of the fish, tried to blend in. But Fenric’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the writhing mass.

"You think hiding will save you?" he sneered. "Do you really believe I can’t drag you out?"

Fenric’s left hand glowed as he activated the Ring of Thunder.

The sky darkened instantly.

"Boom!!"

Thunderclouds swallowed the horizon, lightning splitting the heavens.

The oppressive air pressed down on all who watched.

A blinding bolt of lightning struck Fenric directly, encasing him in a storm of crackling energy. Thunder dragons coiled around his body, their arcs of light illuminating him like a god of thunder descending upon the mortal world.

Arthur and the others gasped in disbelief.

"Isn’t he the Sea God?!" Mera stammered, her eyes wide. "How can he control thunder too!?"

No one had an answer. Even Arthur and his mother exchanged bewildered looks.

Fenric was beyond monstrous—he defied all logic.

"Poseidon," Fenric’s voice boomed, laced with thunder, "if you don’t show yourself, I’ll turn you into grilled fish!"

At his words, one of the fish in the suspended waters suddenly stiffened before forcing itself to swim as if nothing had happened.

Fenric’s smirk deepened.

"So, you still want to play games? Fine. Let’s see how long you last."

He raised his left hand.

"Boom—!!"

The full might of Thor’s Ring erupted. A colossal thunderbolt descended, splitting into countless arcs that raced across the ocean.

The sea itself became a conductor. Lightning surged in every direction, electrocuting everything within range.

Fish convulsed violently, their bodies paralyzed. Ordinary sea life perished instantly.

But one small fish continued to endure, trembling, its body scorched but refusing to die.

The instant the last of the thunder dissipated, the fish twisted violently—then Poseidon’s true form burst out of the water.

His hair was scorched, his skin blackened, and his once-majestic presence reduced to a pitiful, ragged figure. He looked less like a god and more like a beggar.

"Who are you really?!" Poseidon shouted hoarsely, his voice trembling. "How can you wield thunder? That power belongs only to Zeus, King of the Gods!"

Fenric didn’t bother replying. He had no patience for useless words.

The moment Poseidon was forced out, Fenric lunged, fist raised, ready to crush him.

"Wait!" Poseidon cried out in panic. "I admit defeat!"

Fenric’s eyes were merciless. I already gave you that chance.

Now it was too late.

Poseidon flinched at the killing intent rushing toward him. Desperation filled his eyes. "You can’t kill me! If I die, the sea itself will collapse into chaos!"

Fenric froze mid-strike, his fist hovering inches away. His brow furrowed as suspicion flickered in his gaze.

Seeing his hesitation, Poseidon seized the moment to explain.

"The divine power of the gods is divided by the King of Olympus. When I became the Sea God, I was bound to the ocean itself. I am its incarnation! If you kill me, the seas will lose all order. Tsunamis will ravage the continents. Floods will drown mortals. Even your seabed clans will perish in the chaos!"

"..."

Fenric frowned at Poseidon’s words.

He couldn’t tell if the sea god was speaking the truth or bluffing—but this wasn’t a gamble worth taking. If Poseidon was right and the sea lost its balance, then all of Fenric’s efforts from the past half month would be completely undone.

After a pause, Fenric said coldly, "Hand over the trident—and crawl back to your den."

Poseidon’s expression twisted with discomfort.

Without the trident, his divine power would plummet. He might even fall beneath the rank of a lesser god.

"I can give you the title of Sea God," Poseidon said weakly. "I won’t compete with you for the faith of the Atlanteans. Isn’t that enough?"

Fenric’s eyes narrowed. "Of course not. Either you hand over the trident... or I’ll take it myself."

Poseidon’s face darkened. Allowing this monster to take it by force would mean another humiliating beating. He understood that much.

Still, he tried to bargain. "I can give you all the treasures I’ve collected for thousands of years! Just don’t take my trident—it’s too important!"

Fenric didn’t hesitate. His aura surged as he charged toward Poseidon.

"I give!" Poseidon shouted, panic-stricken. "Fine—I’ll give it! Calm yourself! Take the trident!"

With a pained expression, he hurled the trident toward Fenric.

Fenric caught it, feeling his weapon thrumming with excitement in his grip. His lips curled into a satisfied smile.

"Human," Poseidon spat, glaring one last time, "your recklessness will bring disaster upon you!"

With those bitter words, he cast a longing look at his former weapon, then plunged into the sea and vanished.

He was already planning to seek out his brother Zeus to deal with Fenric.

Fenric, however, paid him no mind. Without his trident, Poseidon might not even be a match for Arthur.

Without delay, Fenric pressed the two tridents together.

A brilliant light burst forth.

The sea rioted in response, waves crashing wildly as divine power resonated across the waters.

When the light finally faded, only a single weapon remained—pure gold, radiating a dazzling glow like a mythical artifact from legend.

Fenric grasped the trident, feeling immense power surge into him.

Ding—!

At the same time, the system’s familiar chime echoed in his mind:

"Special Item: Poseidon’s Trident!"

"The exclusive weapon of the Sea God. While wielding this trident, you are the ocean’s master. The seas become your servant—you can summon colossal waves, unleash storms, drown continents, and sink the mainland itself."

"!!"

Fenric’s eyes widened slightly.

When he obtained the earlier trident, the system had labeled it Trident—False. Now it bore the true name of Poseidon’s Trident.

So it’s become a ’perfect grade’ item. Good. Once I return, I’ll toss it into the smart furnace and forge it into a ring. That way, I won’t even need to carry it around.

The thought filled him with satisfaction.

"Your Majesty Sea God!"

Arthur’s voice called out from behind.

Fenric turned to see Arthur and the others bowing low, their eyes filled with awe. None dared meet his gaze directly.

Before, they may have doubted Fenric’s claim to godhood. But after witnessing him defeat Poseidon and seize the trident, none could question his identity now.

The one before them was truly terrifying.

Whatever god he wishes to be... that’s what he becomes.

Fenric chuckled. "Arthur, did I scare you just now?"

His mood was bright. Even if he failed to secure a ’super god’ evaluation for this mission, obtaining Poseidon’s trident alone was more than enough.

"Your Majesty Poseidon," Arthur said anxiously, "letting him go... I fear he’ll return."

His concern wasn’t unfounded. If Poseidon came back while Fenric was gone, Atlantis couldn’t withstand the wrath of a god.

Fenric smiled. "Arthur, don’t worry. Poseidon won’t make trouble for you. In fact, he’ll protect you—for now. Until he finds a way to face me, he won’t dare provoke casualties among you. He’s not a fool. He knows that if harm comes to Atlantis, I’ll come for him."

Arthur hesitated, then nodded slowly. Fenric’s reasoning made sense. His greatest fear wasn’t his own death—it was the destruction Poseidon might bring upon the Atlanteans.

Just as Arthur prepared to speak again, Fenric’s expression shifted.

"Arthur, I have urgent matters to attend to. Rule your people well."

With a sweep of his hand, waves rose beneath his feet, lifting him above the sea. In an instant, he surged forward, racing toward the mainland.

The system had just issued a hidden mission—

"Stop Steppenwolf’s Plan!"

Arthur watched Fenric’s retreating figure. His lips parted, but no words came.

Mera glanced at him, puzzled. "King Arthur, what’s the matter with His Majesty the Sea God?"

Arthur shook his head. "I don’t know."

Atlanna’s voice was firm. "Arthur, we are not qualified to question the will of a god."

Arthur immediately understood her meaning—Fenric’s path was beyond their reach.

"I was too reckless," Mera muttered softly.

—---

Far out on the sea, a small fishing boat drifted as its crew hauled in nets.

Suddenly, they froze.

A man stood atop a colossal wave, speeding forward faster than any boat or machine they’d ever seen. His pace rivaled the speed of sound itself.

"Dear God..."

The captain and crew stood slack-jawed.

Fenric ignored the mortals. Standing upon the roaring waves, he stared ahead, deep in thought.

So... because of my interference, Superman hasn’t been resurrected. Without him, the Justice League can’t stop Steppenwolf. That’s why the system has given me this hidden mission?

A grin tugged at his lips. If that’s true, then my plan worked perfectly.

But he was wrong.

Superman had already returned.