The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 817: Volume 25 Striking the Waters Midstream - 4 Great Achievements (3)

Chapter 817: Volume 25 Striking the Waters Midstream Chapter 4 Great Achievements (3)

"Heh, it’s the first time someone has cautioned me like this, reminding me of the risks. Murad, my interest in you grows stronger by the moment. Setting aside the valuable things you could bring me, I firstly want to know what it is that I supposedly cannot bear." Komer nodded his head, well aware of the troubles that this Murad could bring to him. He also detected the provocative undertone in the other’s words, but that only piqued his interest more.

"Lord, you should be aware of our reputation in the Southern Mediterranean. Whether it’s the countries of the Corinthian Federation or the nations surrounding the Storm Ocean, they all loathe us to the bone. Though outwardly they treat us with respect but keep their distance, inwardly they are constantly scheming to cast us into hell. They’ve never had the opportunity, not until Hayreddin appeared." A strange expression surfaced on Murad’s gaunt, knife-like face, as if he was recalling how he ended up defeated by Hayreddin. "Now, Demisheme has become like forsaken dogs, fair game for anyone. No one will pass up this chance. You should realize, I, Murad, am not alone but represent a group. If you accept me, it’s as if you’re accepting the whole of Demisheme. This could make you face censure from the entire Southern Mediterranean and the Storm Ocean coastal countries—a decidedly unfavorable move."

"Murad, oh Murad, I didn’t realize you were so prescient. Knowing the bitter fruit that you, Demisheme, have sown, why didn’t you consider the consequences during your unchecked days?" Komer approached with a smile.

"Consider the consequences? Heh, Lord, we live off the sea and in such a manner—do you think we can consider the consequences? If we did, we wouldn’t be in this line of work! The moment we start to think about consequences, our Demisheme would have been finished long ago, and we certainly wouldn’t have roamed the Storm Ocean as we did for so long." Murad spoke sharply: "We’re not like the Carter Fleet, filled with talent, able to dominate on land just as at sea. We, hmph, are just a bunch of outcasts with no home, to be precise, just a bunch of garbage that people spit on. If we want to survive, we rely on one thing: cruelty. Only by being harsher and more venomous than others can we keep living in this ocean. But even so, we still failed, leading to the Murad you see before you now."

Murad’s last words carried a sense of desolation and helplessness. He knew very well that Demisheme, the target of many, would one day face such an end, just not that it would come so quickly.

Komer nodded silently, in agreement. Indeed, Demisheme’s secret to survival on the seas was to be ruthless and vicious, otherwise, either the Carter Fleet or the navies of the Southern Mediterranean would have buried them long ago. And now, this force laid before him; once he accepted them, he would also have to accept all the sins they had committed.

"Murad, I must thank you for your caution, though it may not be the most tactful. I think you know that before Hayreddin served me, he was also a murderer from Sparta, though he never did such a thing." Komer grinned, "I believe you’re also aware of the Church of Light’s position in the North, almost absolute, right? Yet the leaders of the Church Tribunal had once judged me as a heretic and demon and came personally to capture me. I can brazenly use dark powers to oppose them and yet here I sit, still enjoying everything as the Lord of the Caucasus, and have even obtained the position of Lord Homer. Do you think I care about the external pressures you’re worried about?"

Even Hayreddin was stunned by Komer’s unbridled speech. In the North, everyone clearly knew the fate of those declared heretical by the Church of Light. Even the powerful ones from the Religious Court came after this Lord. Recalling that time Komer left for the Southern Mediterranean, Hayreddin felt a deep upheaval in his heart, and now this Lord had stood back up in the Caucasus and had even assumed the role of Lord Homer. What did this mean? It meant he had overthrown the Church of Light’s dominion over this land, taking control of his own destiny!

Murad looked at the young Lord before him, seeing a trace of hauteur and defiance that was greater than his own reckless abandon—a confidence and arrogance that scorned all others. He did not know if this was the aura of a true sovereign power, but he knew he had never possessed it.

Seeing that both Hayreddin and Murad seemed shocked by his words and were silently digesting, Komer let out a proud laugh and said, "Hayreddin, Murad, let me tell you a truth: in the face of absolute power, all rules can change. As long as you have enough power, you don’t need to worry about the chains that once locked your thoughts. Whether it’s the countries of the Southern Mediterranean coast or the nations along the Storm Ocean, if Demisheme remains downtrodden now, they will naturally be relentless, determined to seal your fate. But if you become stronger than before, you will dictate the rules, and they will have no choice but to submit to them. That is the harsh reality of truth!"

The earth-shattering words rendered Hayreddin and Murad utterly dumbfounded, as they had never encountered such candid and unreserved discourse—challenging the existing rules so brazenly.

In the silent room, Komer leisurely lifted his coffee cup and took a sip, aware that his statement might cause some side effects, but that was of no significance. As long as he could make these two men realize this point, recognize the strength of the power in their hands, they would cling closely to him. It was his responsibility to closely intertwine these powers.

"Alright, I think some things are better left for you to slowly comprehend," Komer said, having successfully taken control of the situation. His superior demeanor left both men without realizing their own compliance in his presence—Murad especially so. "What interests me more is who will fill the void left in this region after the collapse of Demisheme?"

The remark was a wake-up call, and only then did Hayreddin remember the purpose of his visit to the Caucasus—to recommend Murad and integrate the remaining forces of Demisheme was one thing, but another purpose was to report to Komer about how to control this regional vacuum.

"Lord, that is precisely the second matter I wish to report to you," Hayreddin said, collecting his thoughts and noticing the grave expression on Komer’s face, he knew that Komer also took this matter very seriously.

"Although the Demisheme Group has disintegrated under military strikes, Murad and I have joined forces to reorganize the influence of Demisheme. From the Southern Mediterranean to the Storm Ocean region, vast waters involve a significant number of interests. Notably, from the Southern Mediterranean and Storm Ocean to the Continent, these shipping routes will become increasingly busy. With the increasing number of colonial settlements on the Continent and their growing scale, many nearby colonies are starting to show signs of merging together. Moreover, the population migrating to these settlements is soaring. Murad and I believe that we should not give up on such a treasure trove that could bring us endless benefits. The importance of Xifnos Island is becoming evident, but this alone is not sufficient to safeguard our interests. Therefore, we from the Caucasus think we should further expand our influence and power in the Southern Mediterranean Region and the Storm Ocean Region, utilizing the Caucasus’s economic influence in the Southern Mediterranean to achieve this."

Komer’s brow furrowed slightly. What Hayreddin said was indeed what he needed, but having just attained authority over Homer and the Caucasus, his attention was still primarily focused there. Faced with the intricate situation within the Kingdom of Nicosia, the newly ascended Great Lord was without a complete plan himself. However, one thing was certain—he would not keep waiting. Now a strategic opportunity had arisen in the South, which made Komer somewhat troubled. Initially, he had asked Hayreddin to form a fleet with the aim of creating a naval force of his own, one that could help him gain the upper hand against Homer and other northern forces. Now, with Homer under his control and the astonishing growth of Hayreddin’s power, the question was how to use this force in a way that most aligned with his own interests?

"What has Katrina’s reaction been to the changes in this region?" Komer did not rush to conclusions.

"The Carter Fleet is now engaged in fierce warfare with the Gray Skull, having regained the initiative. They have secured victories in consecutive naval battles in the North Mediterranean and near the coasts of the Continent. I believe, Sir, you must have received the Gray Skull’s request to continue supplying the Magic-armed guns? I assume the power struggle is bound to end with the Carter Fleet’s victory, unless, Sir, you fully support the Gray Skull. But this isn’t something that can be concluded in a short time. Murad and I hope to use this buffering period, this time while the Carter Fleet is too preoccupied to pay attention, to consolidate our control over remote areas of the Storm Ocean and the Southern Mediterranean, securing this sea area, which will also garner rich rewards for Our Caucasus’s commercial interests in this region."

Hayreddin was well aware that Komer had to consider more than just the Southern Mediterranean, but such an excellent opportunity was truly rare. Once the Carter Fleet completely defeated the Gray Skull, the entire Southern Mediterranean would undoubtedly become dominated solely by the Carter Fleet. By then, it would be far too difficult for the Caucasus Fleet to find such an opportunity. (To be continued, for future developments, please log in to WWW.QIDIAN.COM, where Chapters are more abundant, support the author, support authorized reading!)