Max Level Miscellaneous Character

The old god who ruled the western sea of ​​the continent, the tyrant of the deep sea.

An old transcendent born out of chaos and made his way to the sea, he wasn’t a demon. But his notoriety is as high as the demon.

The sea was the source of life. Taking hold of it and making it his domain, mortals could not easily rebel.

He ruled the western seas of the continent for many years. With that power, he reigned as the object of fear-mixed faith for mortals. Then it was said that he was finally defeated by the heroes who stood up and the transcendents who supported them.

The tyrant of the deep sea was no longer the ruler of the western sea of ​​the continent. His name, which was once fearful and great, has been scattered over the years.

Now, it was only a name that appeared only in old stories for putting children to sleep or in old legends of sailors who had been told by someone.

Longer than the founding myth of the oldest kingdom that forms the Western Union Kingdom, yet there are still people who serve him.

“The heart! You mean his heart, the tyrant of the deep sea?”

When Delfino asked a question in surprise, Thomas Meyer glanced at him and answered.

“That’s right, Priest of Sanctus Populi. The heart of the Great, whom no one worships anymore.”

He continued with deep regret and anger.

“We have been looking for his heart for many years. And almost got his hands on it. But the damn Carly Hawkins stole it and hid it somewhere only he knew.”

At those words, all eyes of his party were fixed on Kyle. A descendant of pirate Carly Hawkins, he was smiling bitterly behind Thomas Meyer.

Ivan narrowed his eyes.

“Yeah, you never said that Kyle was your son or grandson.”

Thomas Meyer chuckled.

“Yes, that’s right. I have no children or grandchildren.”

He confessed that he was looking for the descendants of Carly Hawkins. That’s how he finally found Kyle.

“To find the treasure of Carly Hawkins one day, I need blood close to him. We’ve only been protecting him until then.”

Thomas Meyer’s eyes flashed a light resembling madness. It was resentment, an obsession, and hope.

“It doesn’t matter what other treasures of Carly Hawkins that you want. But we should have the heart of our father.”

“Are you trying to resurrect the tyrant of the deep sea? That evil god?”

At Delfino’s question, Thomas Meyer glared at him with sharp eyes.

“Be careful, priest, the history is always about the winner. Don’t believe that everything you know will be true.”

Thomas Meyer, who fired like that, calmed the boiling emotions and said to Irene.

“Are your questions answered now? We will follow our father’s heart to the end. I don’t want to fight you over that.”

The two, who were once colleagues, looked at each other. His gaze was cold. Old memories faded away.