Arcane: Begging for Help in a Parallel Universe!

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Boom—

The thunder rolled along the edges of the dark clouds, and rain poured down in heavy drops. The blood and oil mixed in the mudflats and tides were instantly riddled with holes. Schools of razor eels emerged from the blood-stained filth, their scales glinting ominously.

Hum—

An invisible wave swept across the sea, draining all color and motion from the scene. Everything froze, as if captured in a painting, etched into the fabric of the world.

The lightning that had peeked out from the clouds was suspended mid-air, unable to stretch further. The dense rain hung motionless, and at the center of the blood and oil, a pore-like depression revealed the frozen figure of a razor eel.

The "canvas" of a man, his mouth open in a silent scream, revealed blackened, rotten teeth and a shriveled tongue in his throat. The first mate, who had just reached for his knife, froze mid-motion. The burly man guarding the captain's cabin door was caught in mid-air, his face frozen in a ferocious snarl as he lunged forward.

Miss Fortune's eyes were still wide with shock and confusion, her full red lips slightly parted. Through the gap, Link could see her pearly teeth and the delicate pink tip of her tongue.

Gangplank's hand was halfway into his coat, his face shadowed by the cruelty and malice that had just flashed in his eyes.

Link turned and stepped back, pushing open the door and pulling Miss Fortune out with him.

"Kill them all. Leave the heads."

As the door closed, Pride, with heavy footsteps, took advantage of the frozen floor to swing his plasma-like claws. The blade sliced through the neck of the burly man who had lunged at him, leaving a smooth cut with no blood spilled.

Next was the first mate. A thin red line appeared between his head and neck. The "canvas" tied to the workbench met the same fate.

Finally, the captain. The man, as terrifying as a sea monster, didn't even grunt as Pride removed his head.

In the next second, time resumed its flow.

"Ah—" Miss Fortune let out a soft gasp at the sight of the impossible, but the sudden shift in the scene left her disoriented, her head spinning and aching.

She instinctively reached out to steady herself against the wall, but her hand landed on a warm, firm, and slightly elastic chest. Turning her head, she saw Link staring at her with a faint smile. She quickly pulled her hand back as if she had touched a burning coal.

Link didn't say a word, just glanced at his wrinkled shirt.

Miss Fortune's heart raced, but she had no time to dwell on it.

"When did you two get out?" A sailor who had been escorting them to the captain's cabin pulled a serrated cleaver from his waist. The blade was stained with rust and blood, a testament to the lives it had taken.

"Almost forgot about you." Link raised his hand and summoned a peculiar four-bladed weapon.

The four blades, as if magnetically attracted, hovered around a brass sphere. As the sphere settled into Link's palm, he flicked his wrist, and the blades shot out, slicing the sailor into four pieces in an instant.

Blood and body parts splattered on the floor. Link waved his hand, and the blades returned, orbiting his wrist like a spinning flower, emitting a faint hum.

Miss Fortune couldn't take her eyes off the strange weapon, swallowing hard.

"Hextech Flying Sword, Mark I," Link said, shaking his arm with a hint of pride. "It uses hair-thin energy channels and specific hand gestures to achieve remote control."

"Still, the controls are a bit clunky," Link mused, staring at the sphere. "The hand gestures are too predictable, leaving room for counterattacks. I need to figure out how to make it mind-controlled."

Miss Fortune didn't understand a word of what Link was saying, but she could tell he wasn't satisfied with the weapon.

But why? What was there to be unsatisfied about?

Her gaze lingered on the blades orbiting Link's wrist. Such a sharp weapon was rare in Bilgewater. And it could fly out to kill enemies like a magical weapon? In Bilgewater, this was practically a divine artifact.

In the port city, a well-crafted weapon could be passed down for three generations. Most gang members wielded makeshift weapons like bone cleavers, hooks, or crude daggers.

Sure, Bilgewater, as a lawless land, had access to high-quality weapons from other regions—Demacian armor, Noxian axes, Ionian daggers, Shuriman scimitars—but those were exorbitantly expensive.

Raven's shoddy blade, which only resembled a Demacian steel sword in shape, was often bragged about as being made of sun-forged steel.

Even the gun she used now was a relic left by her mother, damaged and only repaired thanks to the lessons she had learned from her mother as a child.

Miss Fortune's thoughts wandered, jumping from one topic to another, making Link's temples throb.

What the hell is going on in her head?

One moment she's marveling at my weapon, the next she's reminiscing about Bilgewater's weapon market, then she's mocking her first mate, and then she's diving into childhood memories...

Women are truly insane.

Link rubbed his temples, realizing that while his ability to control living beings was powerful, it wasn't without flaws. The constant barrage of thoughts from others was a significant drawback.

"It seems I'll need to focus my biochemical research on brain development next," he muttered.

At that moment, the door behind Link and Miss Fortune opened, and Pride squeezed through the frame, carrying four heads encased in crystal.

The top one was Gangplank's.

"Father," Pride said, handing the heads to Link. Miss Fortune, standing close to Pride, instinctively took a step back.

What is this? A god?

Link took Gangplank's head, holding it up for a closer look.

Pride's ability to create crystal was impressive. The way it encased Gangplank's head, like amber, was almost beautiful.

"My dear son," Link said with a sigh. "You're so clever, it's impossible not to adore you."

Pride's eyes narrowed into slits, and he bowed with pride. "Everything I do is to make you proud, Father."

"You already have," Link said, stroking Pride's face. Miss Fortune watched the bizarre scene, swallowing nervously.

She had heard rumors that people from Piltover were eccentric, but seeing it firsthand was something else entirely.

"If you keep bad-mouthing me in your head, I'll cut off your head and turn it into amber too," Link said coldly, glancing at Miss Fortune. She froze, her ample chest heaving as she shuddered in fear.

"But—" Link tossed Gangplank's head to Miss Fortune, who caught it instinctively, holding it to her chest.

"You should be grateful that I'm a good boss, one who cares about my employees' emotional and material needs."

"Now, your wish has been fulfilled."

With that, Link walked past Miss Fortune, stepping over the sailor's corpse, and headed deeper into the ship, the storm raging outside. Pride followed close behind, exhaling a puff of hot steam as he passed Miss Fortune.

"Ant, be grateful for Father's generosity and mercy."

"Pride—"

Link's voice called from ahead, and Pride hurried to catch up.

"Father."

Pride stood behind Link, who looked at the approaching sailors with cold eyes. "Kill everyone on the ship. Stack their heads on the dock and burn their bodies to ash."

"Do it cleanly. I don't want my new ship to be tainted by their filth."

After giving his orders, Link stopped. Pride stepped forward, his eyes glowing a dangerous red as he approached the noisy sailors.

"Your will be done, Supreme Father—"

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