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Chapter 515 - 359: Ancient God, Outer God

Chapter 515: Chapter 359: Ancient God, Outer God

Shattered Sea, Grand Havoc Archipelago.

The vastness of this territory was so immense that even mythic existence found it difficult to measure. If one were to overlook this region from a mythic perspective in the sky, they would notice that the gray mist drifting here was much sparser than in other Great Domains. Beneath the gray mist lay islands as fine as gravel, and beyond the islands, the churning tides of gray-black waves.

Endless dangers and horrors lurked beneath the pitch-black sea surface, a characteristic trait of the Shattered Sea. The islets floating above the sea, which were about the size of gravel, were mostly gray-black. The land was desolate, with sporadic leafless dead trees on which Mysterious Evils wandered, emitting ear-piercing screeches akin to grinding teeth.

But there were a few islets where amidst the gray-black desolation, new greenery sprouted—these were the oases.

The Grand Havoc Archipelago was an area within the Shattered Sea where oases were the most numerous, with hundreds, even thousands known to exist. Many more lay hidden, unseen by the outside world, and were as countless as fine sand.

Of course, the vast majority were small oases, which served as strongholds for certain powers or secluded havens for certain families, among other things.

The Hidden Assassination Pavilion assassin training base was the destination Qianqiu was about to reach. It was also one of the higher-valued items in the compensation offered by the Pavilion Master of the Hidden Assassination Pavilion.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

The black-gray waves fiercely slapped the tidal flats as a wooden ship, thirty to forty meters long, sailed just tens of meters above the sea surface towards the interior of an island.

This ship was an epic vessel, a Strange Implement. Compared to weapons and armors, the cost of crafting such a large vessel was much higher. After all, it equated to a combination of dozens of Strange Implements; the vast amounts of materials needed to build one were innumerable, making its value no less than that of a legendary Strange Implement.

The ship, naturally... was rented.

There was frequent trade between the various major cities of the Shattered Sea, and some super commerce guilds provided ship rental services. However, rentals varied by class, and that Qianqiu could rent an epic vessel this time was thanks to the face of the Blazefire Commerce Guild.

Renting from the official commerce guild in Grand Havoc City even came with a discount.

Still, the price was quite steep.

Back when he was just a struggling assassin, he couldn’t have afforded to rent this for a single trip.

"But it’s different with the Blazefire Commerce Guild. Not only are the benefits and salaries high, but the rental fees for the ships used on missions are also reimbursable. Look at my new boss, then look at you, Pavilion Master, sigh, no wonder the Hidden Assassination Pavilion is getting worse by the day, it’s bound to fail in your hands sooner or later, you really know how to squander," lamented Qianqiu.

The corners of the Pavilion Master’s mouth twitched.

He had built the entire Hidden Assassination Pavilion himself; what did it mean to fail in his hands? Can’t people speak properly? Squandering... wasn’t that also caused by you all?

He wanted to retort, but after some thought realized he couldn’t outtalk or outfight Qianqiu, and that another round of fighting would probably result in even more compensation. With a cold snort, he allowed Qianqiu to ramble without replying a single word.

After talking for a while, Qianqiu too felt dry-mouthed.

No feedback at all!

The Pavilion Master turned his head away, not uttering a single word. Even though Qianqiu incessantly mentioned his ’new boss’ and openly committed NTR right in front of him, the Pavilion Master’s expression did not change in the slightest, leaving one to wonder if he had blocked out his hearing.

A sigh escaped Qianqiu; it was a pity.

But when it came to reforming the Hidden Assassination Pavilion, Qianqiu meant business. Low benefits and low wages were one reason he had jumped ship, but they weren’t the main reason—the root cause was the operations and philosophies of the Hidden Assassination Pavilion.

Being an assassin was exhausting; being a guardian of an oasis was a better likens itself to better deal.

Soon after entering from above the island, the surrounding gray fog completely dissipated, and the ship landed on a modest-sized oasis.

This was indeed one of the Hidden Assassination Pavilion’s assassin training bases.

One of them.

Qianqiu looked around and felt an immediate sense of familiarity from old memories.

Compared to when he left, there wasn’t much change. Low buildings were nestled beside small hills—these were the dormitories for the young would-be assassins. Looking from afar, he could see the children who were ordered to stay inside and could not help but peek out from the narrow windows not more than half a foot wide.

The faces peeking out belonged to children no older than four or five years old.

Of course, the training base was not only for children. Pre-assassins from three to twelve years old lived their lives here, and only those who passed the assessment and graduated could gain the status of the lowest rank of assassin and leave this place.

However, the slightly older children dared not disobey orders and secretly glance outside.

Beyond these low buildings, the most abundant features were the various training fields: target ranges, forest assassination training grounds, building ruin areas, poison-making rooms, weapon rooms, closed combat arenas, and prisons.

Qianqiu was very familiar with these places. The only unfamiliar feature was a majestic, twenty-story tower located at the very center of the base, which looked entirely different from the low buildings. This was where the ’authorities’ of the base resided, also housing many archives and records.

Qianqiu took immediate control over this place.

The Pavilion Master did not show himself, but with an order from the highest ranks of the Hidden Assassination Pavilion, the turnover proceeded with little disturbance. Or, to be accurate, any minor ripples that did arise were quickly suppressed by Qianqiu.

The Pavilion Master just stood there in a black robe, observing coldly.

Only after all the management staff had left did he speak in a frosty tone, "The oasis has been handed over to you; I can leave now, right?"

He spoke assertively.

After all, it was written in the contract.

Thus, Qianqiu could only wave to the departing Pavilion Master, "Take care, old Pavilion Master, do come and visit when you have time, I’ll miss you."