The Witch Hunter System

Chapter 1070: Divine Emperor, Lars Mercator

Although Vaan was pleasantly surprised to learn more about Chaos’s situation, he didn’t expect it to deteriorate so much since Varuna’s voyage into nothingness.

Given the Lord of Chaos’s power and authority over Chaos, the Outerworlders from the fragmented Chaosverse he had seen in Varuna’s memories couldn’t have reduced Chaos to its current state.

’Looks like Outerworlders on par with the Lord of Chaos have also settled in Chaos...’ Vaan mused.

That said, he still found Chaos’s current situation quite strange.

Despite the ongoing conflict between the Lord of Chaos and the Outerworlders, it seemed like they had also made some sort of compromise and deal to share Chaos.

After all, a grand battle at their level would have likely reduced Chaos to ruins long ago.

The fact that such a thing had not happened could only mean the situation had reached a stalemate or there was some sort of agreement between the Lord of Chaos and the Outerworlders.

Although Vaan was interested in learning more about the Outerworlders, there was only so much information he could gather from Elder Zephyros.

Ultimately, a Half-step Divine King was just a minor figure in the grand scheme of things. Not much would be known.

That said, Elder Zephyros was someone Vaan could bring to his side. Although they had different goals, they both wanted to change the Myriad Sea God Palace.

"Thank you for enlightening me, Senior. However, I will have to trouble you to fetch me three vials of Low-grade Divine Water and a Pompos. I still wish to use credits to exchange for them," Vaan calmly stated.

"You..."

Elder Zephyros was speechless, not because of his stubborn choice but because of the items he ordered.

A single vial of Low-grade Divine Water already costs ten credits, but a single Pompos was a whopping fifty credits. Vaan would only be left with twenty credits after his purchase.

Even if Vaan was confident, there was no need to spend so many credits at once and put himself deep in the red, especially when he had yet to earn a single credit and truly grasp the difficulty of acquiring them!

More importantly, Pomposes were a type of crown jellyfish highly compatible with Hydrolectium Particles. As such, they were deeply connected to the Myriad Sea God Palace Network and provided live-streaming services.

Generally, only beings at the level of Assistant Professors or above would use Pomposes to live-stream their lectures and enlighten disciples to earn credits.

After all, only beings at their level were knowledgeable enough in cultivation to enlighten others.

Vaan was just a beginner in the Divine Way. How could he enlighten anyone?

"I know about your misgivings, Senior. As such, I won’t make any meaningless claims. Just watch over me and see for yourself what I can and will achieve."

"Fine, fine. Since Young Noble is so sure, I will just watch. I am also curious about what you can achieve on your own—No, I am looking forward to it."

"Thank you for your understanding, Senior," Vaan smiled.

In his opinion, the Pompos was far more important than the three vials of Low-grade Divine Water.

After all, the three vials of Low-grade Divine Water were just single-use consumables for aiding cultivation. On the other hand, the Pompos didn’t just provide him a platform to earn credit but also protection.

Under the observant gaze of the Pompos and his potential viewers, fewer troublemakers would be willing to scheme against him.

Although the Pompos wasn’t a foolproof solution, it could at least reduce his troubles and save him some time. He didn’t want to be annoyed by every Tom, Dick, and Harry sent to obstruct his cultivation.

If there were an option to lessen the number of pests bothering him, why wouldn’t he choose to use it?

After Vaan collected the desired items from Elder Zephyros, he only put away the three vials of Low-grade Divine Water.

As for the rainbow-glowing crown jellyfish, the Pompos, it followed behind him like a pet bird, seemingly weightless as it easily stayed afloat in the air-like clear seawater. РÁℕỗᛒÊṦ

The Pompos was automatically registered under his name, and a Pomposity channel was made for others to view his live-streaming.

Under the gaze of the netizens, who would blatantly oppress him in the open?

Still, Vaan couldn’t let his guard down. The Pompos would stop his potential oppressors from using simple methods, but it would also force them to resort to more carefully crafted schemes.

If he tripped over them, the result could prove disastrous or very disadvantageous

...

Fish-men Domain, Proteus Gate of Stars

The huge amphitheater full of water rift gates, which Deacon Quintus guarded, was usually peaceful and uneventful.

Visitors were almost non-existent, and new inheritors rarely arrived.

Just when Deacon Quintus thought it would be another uneventful, peaceful day, a gargantuan pressure suddenly weighed down from the sky and forced him firmly into the ground, face-planted.

’Divine Emperor!’ Deacon Quintus was alarmed.

"Quintus Dexion, do you know your crime?" the Blue Cichlid Fish-man Divine Emperor questioned overbearingly.

Deacon Quintus forcefully raised his head to catch a glimpse of his overbearing guest before a sudden surge in pressure forced his head into the ground again.

Although it was brief, he was able to identify the Divine Emperor—Lars Mercator, another member of the Proteus Faction.

However, unlike Deacon Quintus, Lars Mercator was an Inner Palace disciple of the Myriad Sea God Palace.

"I don’t! I have been guarding this place dutifully. What crime could I have committed?!" Deacon Quintus gritted his teeth.

"Audacious!"

Bang!

Lars Mercator exerted more magic pressure on Deacon Quintus, causing the fortified stone ground beneath him to crack.

"Not only did you not reflect on what you have done wrong, but you even dared to talk back to your superior! It seems your life here has been too comfortable, huh?!"

"Just what exactly have I done wrong to be treated like this?!" Deacon Quintus roared with indignance.

"It seems you don’t have the slightest clue. With such poor comprehension, it’s no wonder that you are stuck in the Outer Palace as a mere Deacon," Lars Mercator scoffed with disdain.

"Very well. Since you are so lacking, I will tell you exactly what you have done wrong."