"Captain Ethan, what is it?"
Yami turned around with a teasing tone in his voice.
He still clearly remembered when Ethan had first become a Royal palace Knight and came to him to learn how to read mana.
Back then, he was just a green rookie.
But now? In the blink of an eye, he had become a squad captain—and even changed his appearance.
Huh?
Honestly, he looked even more handsome now, taller too, and carried the presence befitting a captain.
"Actually, I just wanted to ask something..."
As Ethan spoke, he reached to his waist and pulled out a blade.
That made Yami frown.
What now?
Was this some sort of suicide mission? Or did he want to stab him?
Shing—
Without hesitation, Ethan slashed his own palm.
Yami watched from the side, feeling confused.
Was this a toy blade? Or was Ethan's hand fake?
Why wasn't there any reaction?
Or was this brat just showing off his muscles in front of him?
"Phew~~"
Yami exhaled a puff of smoke, eyes half-lidded as he stared at Ethan, his whole demeanor turning strange.
That made Ethan a bit embarrassed, so he pressed harder and dragged the blade across his hand again.
Finally, golden blood began to trickle down the blade.
"Phew... I didn't expect my body to have gotten this tough!"
Ethan was secretly shocked.
Even without applying much force, his skin should've been easily cut before—but now it took serious strength just to leave a gash.
This divine bloodline had forged something close to a "divine body."
From the genetic fragments he inherited, he knew—this wasn't even entry-level yet.
Just a hint of it.
If he ever reached the high levels of this divine body... he could probably sleep in a pile of nukes unharmed.
"Golden blood? Hmm? That's pretty unique..."
Yami's eyes flashed with surprise as he looked at Ethan's palm.
So this kid wasn't messing around earlier.
But man, his palm was seriously tough.
It took several tries to even make a small cut.
And that wound? It was already closing within thirty seconds.
"Wait... is this... the Qilin Palm technique?"
Hearing that, Ethan's mouth twitched.
Qilin Palm? Seriously?
He wasn't some muscle brute solving problems with brute strength.
Worst case, he had Zephyra to assist—though small, she was still useful...
No, no! He couldn't keep thinking such crude thoughts.
Who had planted these dirty ideas in his mind anyway?
"So, I just wanted to ask—do you know why my blood is golden?"
Hearing that, Yami gave him a dumbfounded look.
This is your own blood—how the hell would I know?
You might as well ask me for your bank card's password while you're at it.
Absolutely ridiculous.
"Ahem... What I mean is, have you ever seen anything similar before? You know... I came from across the ocean—and so did you!"
Ethan quickly rephrased his question.
When he crossed into this world, he had already landed on the Clover Continent.
In other words, he had no idea what his place of origin was really like.
But Yami was different. He didn't arrive here as a baby.
In the original series, he looked to be at least eleven or twelve.
That was old enough to remember things—unless he had brain damage.
"Well, if you put it that way... hmm, let me think."
Yami took a puff of his cigarette and furrowed his brows in thought.
He was 28 now, and those memories weren't exactly recent—but not too far off either.
He remembered living close to the sea.
He'd gone out fishing, drifted for a few days, and ended up here.
Based on how long he was at sea, the continents shouldn't have been that far apart.
Later, he tried to return multiple times—more than a dozen even—but never succeeded.
The longest trip lasted over a month, back when he first became a captain.
That trip nearly cost him his life.
The farther he went, the more monstrous sea creatures appeared—fierce and deadly.
Eventually, he gave up on going back.
He figured he hadn't just drifted here normally—it had to be some kind of magic formation that brought him over.
Otherwise, no way he could've crossed such distance in just a few days.
As for golden blood...
"I vaguely remember someone mentioning... in the far east, in the Land of the Sun, there was some kind of ancient dynasty or empire... but I can't remember the name. Ugh, it's been too long—head hurts now..."
Yami shook his head. That was all he could recall.
Ethan sighed in disappointment.
Guess he had hoped for too much.
Then again, it made sense.
In the original story, Yami wasn't exactly anyone important from his homeland.
What kind of VIP would be fishing at sea... dressed like a beggar?
A coastal fisherman—most likely his true identity.
And fishermen weren't exactly known for knowing national secrets.
Still, it wasn't a total loss.
At least Ethan could confirm that the continent across the ocean wasn't just the Land of the Sun.
There were likely multiple kingdoms, just like here.
As for which side was stronger, that was hard to say without direct comparison.
But one thing was certain—he definitely came from one of those countries.
And his status there? Most likely quite high.
His divine bloodline was proof enough.
"I suggest you give up on the idea of going back," Yami said as he puffed out smoke and turned to leave. "I tried, not just once—but almost died at sea..."
Then, as if remembering something, he turned back to Ethan and added:
"If you head out there blindly, there might not even be anyone left to collect your body."
He had survived back then by sheer luck.
But luck doesn't last forever.
"Yeah, I understand."
Ethan replied with a serious nod.
He had heard rumors about the sea already.
Even top-tier mages from the Second Domain had gone out with fleets—only to be swallowed whole by the sea.
At his current Third Domain level, he probably wouldn't last two days out there.
He wasn't that reckless.
If he did set sail one day, he'd wait until his strength rivaled or even surpassed Julius.
Only then.
After all, being cautious—and then even more cautious—is the key to a long life.
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