Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Leylin then asked the controlled geoduck chief for more details.

He learned the approximate location of the so-called "Kingdom of the Sea King," the known number and strength of powerful individuals, and the specific rituals and requirements for worshipping the "Sea Dragon God."

This intelligence gave him a preliminary understanding of potential enemies.

After asking all these questions, Leylin turned to Billy, the boy whose face was still pale.

"Billy, is there anything else you want to ask it?"

Billy took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and shook his head: "No, sir. I know everything I should know and everything I shouldn't know."

"Alright." Leylin nodded. "Now, can you tell me your story? How did you come to this isolated island?"

He knew very well that the thousands of humans on the island could not have appeared out of thin air; they must have come from the continent from which they had been forced to leave.

Billy was silent for a moment, then sorted through the information he had heard and read from his elders and the remaining books.

He slowly began, "According to what has been passed down..."

"About a hundred years ago, our ancestors sailed out to sea from a very vast continent and eventually discovered this island, where they settled down."

His voice was heavy with reminiscence: "The reason for leaving... I heard from the elders that it was because our homeland was destroyed by extremely powerful undead."

"In order to ensure the survival of their people, our ancestors had no choice but to leave their homes and travel across the ocean."

"We have lived here for over a hundred years. Although it has been tough, it has been relatively peaceful. We gradually came to regard this place as our new home... until two years ago."

Billy lowered his voice and looked at "Aquaman" beside him.

"They came, they landed on huge sea monsters, and claimed that we and this island belonged to them."

"All those who tried to resist were brutally murdered... and the rest became what you see now—slaves."

"We still clung to a sliver of hope, thinking that as long as we worked hard and obeyed orders, perhaps we could survive..."

A bitter smile tugged at the corner of Billy's mouth: "Now I know, it was all just self-deception."

"Once that temple is built, our death will come. We... are ultimately just sacrifices they have prepared."

Looking at the despair and resentment hidden in his eyes, Leylin said, "Perhaps things haven't come to that point yet. I can help you."

"Sir..." Billy looked up, his eyes flashing with gratitude, but more so with a complex sense of estrangement and wariness.

"I am already very grateful that you told me the truth, and I dare not ask for more."

He was actually struggling internally.

On one hand, he desperately wanted this suddenly appearing human brethren with great power to save them.

On the other hand, his century-long isolation from the world, and the evil of humanity (or human-like humanity) he witnessed during his hellish enslavement in the past two years, have made it impossible for him to easily trust anyone.

He even had a terrible suspicion—

Could all of this be a trap set by this mysterious powerhouse and "Sea King" to completely crush their remaining will?

Therefore, he dared not place the hopes of his entire clan on this stranger.

"When I get back, I will tell everyone the truth." Billy's voice became firm again, filled with determination.

"We can no longer afford to take chances. We'll pick up anything we can use as a weapon and fight those monsters to the death. Even if we all perish, it's better than being sacrificed!"

"Intending to fight back on your own? That courage is commendable." Leylin nodded, his tone calm.

"But if I may be so bold, the gap in strength between the two sides is too great, and your chances of success are... extremely slim."

"I know." Billy clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white, but his eyes burned with a certain flame.

"But it is precisely because we know there is no hope that we must resist even more! And I believe in my comrades; they too are burning with passion!"

"Interesting." A hint of approval flashed in Leylin's eyes.

If these people don't even have the courage to resist, he will simply clear away the obstacles and then perhaps relocate them to another place.

But since they have chosen to fight, he is more willing to respect that will.

"Since this is your decision, I wish you success." Leylin stopped trying to dissuade you, his tone sincere.

"Thank you, sir." Billy thanked him solemnly, glanced at Leylin one last time, and then turned and quickly disappeared among the rocks.

Watching the boy's departing figure, Leylin murmured:

"[Non-visual], [Underworld], [Ghosts], [Winter]..."

Several stealth skills from different world systems were superimposed on him, and his figure, aura, and presence quickly faded away, as if melting into the air and light.

Then, like an invisible ghost, he quietly followed Billy.

..............................

"Billy! Where have you been? We almost thought you'd been captured by those monsters!"

A thin young man named Mark saw Billy return and quickly pulled him to a secluded spot, asking anxiously in a low voice.

Billy's face regained its usual numbness and fatigue, but his eyes were completely different.

He leaned closer to Mark and said quickly in a very low voice, "Mark, the plan has to be moved up, tonight."

"Tonight?!" Mark's eyes widened. "Why the rush? We haven't dug up all the buried weapons yet, and we haven't made contact with enough people..."

"There's no time." Billy interrupted him, quickly recounting his encounter with Leylin, the truth about the ritual, and his own judgment.

"...That outsider is very strong, and his attitude seems particularly good, but we can't put our hopes on him."

"We can't let his appearance disrupt our rhythm or even alert 'Aquaman' earlier. We must act first and take control of our own destiny!"

Mark processed this astonishing information, his face flashing with shock and anger, but ultimately settling into resolute determination: "I understand!"

"Damn monster, it never intended to give us a way out from the start! Fine, I'll go tell the others to bring everything they can dig out!"

Mark stealthily slipped into the shadows of the slave camp.

Billy picked up his tools again and walked to the quarry. He lashed Billy on the back with a whip, and Billy just groaned and lowered his head, as if he were resigned to his fate.

Unbeknownst to him, Leylin, perfectly invisible, was standing quietly not far from him, observing everything.

"It seems that even without my presence, they were secretly preparing to rebel..."

His gaze shifted to the direction Mark had gone.

Under the cover of night, several figures were seen digging out rusty swords, sharpened wooden sticks, and even a few crude crossbows from the soil in different locations.

"But that's not enough." Leylin shook his head slightly.

The gap between classes cannot be bridged by rudimentary weapons and numbers.

No miracle occurred; this resistance was destined to end in a devastating defeat.

"Unless they... are divinely inspired."

Leylin did not consider himself a savior or a god.

But he knew very well that what he casually took out might be the key to turning the tide of the battle for this group of people.

He decided to continue observing and, if necessary, provide some "just the right" help.

"In addition, we also need to take a closer look at the geoduck people, especially their temple."

The so-called "Sea King" geoduck people on the island are not a threat, but the "Sea Dragon God" they worship is an unknown entity.

"Sea Dragon God? I wonder what level it is?"

If the so-called "god" isn't at a high level, he wouldn't mind stretching his muscles a bit.

"I hope... you really do disappoint me."