[You are born as a child of the earth residing within a human host]
[You are a planet's sense favored by the planet]
[Your birthplace is still on the sea, where your rchant parents are being attacked by a sea serpent]
This beginning is slightly different from before.
The skills influenced Moran's origin from the start; he was not born of pure human blood.
Just like Morgan, who was born as a half-fairy from Igraine, Moran's inherent skill, the Principle of Inheritance, had already begun to operate as a principle Idea Blood during the embryonic stage.
Not much has changed...
Moran opened his eyes to see the vast ocean.
At this mont, the surging waves transford into embodints of despair.
No one knew when it had appeared.
With a radius of several miles, it was as large as a small mountain, and it could no longer be described as a whirlpool. It resembled the jaw of a gigantic creature, and the rchant ship was swallowed in an instant.
The terrifying sea serpent that stirred up these turbulent waves.
[It is a familiar presence to you]
[You had an encounter with it during the first simulation]
[Now you face it once again. Although the scene before you is as disastrous as a disaster film, Moran still feels a trace of joy]
On the rchant ship, the feeling of fear could not affect him.
Their despair did not belong to Moran.
Ah... this is indeed the Greek divine age...
[You deeply miss confirming this fact]
[A sigh involuntarily escapes your heart]
[In the cradle, as a newborn baby, you cannot speak; the organs currently used for vocalization are still immature.]
[But this is not a big deal.]
[This ti, there is no need for the protection of the sea god, nor is it necessary to rely on summoning magical beasts; you only need to rely on yourself—]
"Ah... that is...!?"
[The crew and the captain are drawn to the light.]
[They see a dazzling brilliance coming from the direction of the deck.]
[In this mad sea shrouded in darkness, this light is as warm to them as a guiding lighthouse.]
"Roar—!!"
The furious sea serpent emits a piercing cry.
At the sa ti, a sound like surging blood echoes in the air, overlapping and resounding through the heavens. It is like a song praising a king.
This lody and rhythm do not exist within the realm of common sense.
It is a sound that humans cannot produce.
However, the people on the rchant ship discover that the source of the brilliance is none other than the rchant lord's own child.
A baby cannot exhibit such a phenonon.
When humans face situations they cannot comprehend, they generally attribute them to theological interpretations.
Now, it is more or less the sa.
"—As the cannon fire of my return, let your end serve as a warm conclusion here!"
[Your voice emanates from the light.]
[At the sa ti, the body that was originally a baby is now greedily absorbing the great source of magical power like a sponge.]
[Your body grows at an astonishing speed.]
[First, you grow from a baby into a boy, then into a youth, and finally transform into a dashing man.]
[The organs that were once incapable of producing sound mature rapidly, and your soul, now materialized, allows you to change your appearance at will.]
[Drops of blood float in the air.]
[They form a dazzling golden sword, its blade pointing directly at the fleeing sea serpent.]
"Hehe..."
Moran's lips curl slightly.
The golden light swaying beside him seems to be passing judgnt, making the dark sky pouring rain suddenly clear.
The gathered massive ether shakes the heavens.
His eyes, shining with brilliance, reveal joy.
Before the people on the ship can react, the beam transford from the golden sword has already swept everything away.
It has vanished, obliterated; the sea serpent is nowhere to be seen.
Not even a dying roar remains.
Only the towering figure standing at the bow of the ship carries the lingering echoes, standing firm like the most resolute hero.
"Is that... a god... a miracle...!?"
The people, in shock, are parched and tongue-tied.
Every cell in their bodies feels like it is boiling.
The first person to speak stutters; just managing to organize their thoughts enough to speak is already quite remarkable.
[No one could have anticipated this scene.]
[The faces, wide-eyed and agape, express the feelings of everyone—God has appeared before them.]
[Even the rchant's parents cannot help but swallow hard.]
[They, along with the surrounding crew, kneel before Moran at the bow, believing that a divine child has been born here.]
"There is no need to kneel... You two are my parents in this world; as your child, I should save you from the sea of suffering."
[You help the couple who were about to kneel.]
[Although your vision has long transcended that of mortals, you still adhere to your own basic principles.]
[This world is for this world, this life is for this life.]
[Since you are the flesh and blood of those who gave you life, there is no reason not to acknowledge this kinship.]
[You never think there is anything wrong with this.]
[In your view, if one were to forget their humanity simply because they have transford into sothing non-human, that would be the saddest thing.]
"Divine child... my child... to think you would be a divine child..."
"Ah... heaven's blessing..."
[Clearly, while you can regard them as parents, your biological parents can no longer simply see you as their child; they view you as a reincarnation of a deity.]
[Though there is a sense of helplessness,]
[You do not wish to say much about it; perhaps this is best for those living in this age of gods.]
[Everything you possess is as deep as the starry sky.]
[You cannot expect ordinary people to understand.]
"Set sail; I will guide you in the right direction."
Moran stands at the bow, gazing ahead.
[You feel the currents of the sea surging, using your keen sense of sll to capture various scents.]
[You are already aware of the rchant ship's location.]
[You know where the Shapeless Isle you have longed for is; the direction you are guiding them is aid at this target.]
[The journey is not fast.]
[It takes a considerable amount of ti.]
[Almost two weeks have passed; for soone who has crossed millennia, this is nothing.]
[You feel anxious.]
[After a long ti, you are about to see that familiar face again.]
[What expression should you wear?]
[Just this question is enough to occupy your thoughts for two weeks; it is truly an anxiety born from waiting too long.]
[This journey is neither long nor short.]
[You have arrived at that Shapeless Isle.]
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