Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

Without certain triggers, the system will not proactively explain its functions. However, the system's passive protection of the host is indeed very comprehensive.

"He swings the huge anchor to save the poor souls in distress, or to drag the greedy into the apocalypse."

This is the original text from the background story of the Deep Sea Titans: those who are greedy and do not pay tithes will be punished by the Deep Sea Titans. Lotin has already learned enough about this from the three versions of the outrageous legend.

And rescuing the poor soul in distress—that's right, it was Laurentina. Laurentina's tithe allowed Lotin to extract a skin fragment for the first time. Laurentina, deeply mired in madness, found peace in Lotin's stories, thus fulfilling the condition of "rescuing the poor soul in distress." This is a case of doing it and being rewarded, with no punishment for not doing it.

"Saving the poor souls from their misfortunes" or "dragging the greedy into the apocalypse" are probably both components of this template, and they are reflected in the tithe card draw feature.

In other words, if Nautilus's image can be gradually transformed from a "water ghost who harbors resentment towards traitors" who simply brings fear, to "a guardian of the deep sea who comes from the abyss and demands payment," emphasizing a combination of kindness and severity, Lotin can collect skin fragments more efficiently.

Laurentina's value is still rising. This system not only manages all the big events and leaves behind various legends, but also provides this lottery system. It's obvious that it's trying to make him a charlatan. Fortunately, in order to coax Skadi and deceive the Grand Inquisitor, he has already started to try to do so, but he has only done half of it.

In any case, all signs point to one thing—those who had fallen on hard times offered gold coins to "Nautilus".

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Why Not Insert a Coin into My Deep Sea Titan?

Luo Ting thought, if he could grow bigger on land, wouldn't it be easier to achieve this goal?

[Heart Steel] does indeed have the effect of increasing body size, and [Steel Elixir] can also increase body size, but the former requires stacking layers slowly, while the latter has a duration. Besides, my base body size on land is not large enough, so even if I drink [Steel Elixir], the increase will be very limited.

The steel still needs to be stacked, but we don't expect to achieve a large size using it in the short term.

To achieve a huge size on land, it seems the only way is to change the skin.

The core of this mechanism is not to force Lothian to provide protection to everyone who pays tithes, but to make others feel that paying tithes can appease the anger of the Deepsea Titans and even gain their protection.

The system can even help determine whether the person making the request is actually a survivor. This means that it will filter out some requests that are obviously not from survivors, and the scope of acceptance is limited to the areas connected by the waterways cleared by Lotin.

It seems that Terra's unique land-based naval transportation has also been recognized as a waterway by the system.

After all, Titan himself doesn't care about places outside of Pirates of the Caribbean.

However, Lotin had always disapproved of the Lateran Church's indifference to the "Great Tranquility." In a fit of rage, he smashed an old statue of a saint in Tidestone to express his anger and dissatisfaction with the Lateran Church's inaction. He disdained to do the same thing as the Lateran Church.

Lateran claimed it should have intervened in Iberia's affairs, but ultimately failed to do so, infuriating the state church to the point that it reorganized into a court of judgment.

Based on his principles, he would probably state:

"You're not a Sarkaz, what use is your Bylatlan religion?"

"Why don't you put a coin in my Deep Sea Titan?"

"At least you're tossing coins into the Deep Sea Titan while you're in the shipping lane. If nothing goes wrong, it'll keep you safe, but if something does happen, it'll actually come to the rescue."

"But if you dare not pay any coins when you take the route cleared by the deep-sea Titan, he will actually take you."

Skadi and Laurentina are now, to some extent, receiving extra services, but they are also making up for it with their actions.

When the time comes, just choose Teleport as your second Summoner Spell. Whoever walks on the channel he cleared without paying will be teleported over and attacked. Anyway, Lotin, whose infinite growth is almost maxed out, doesn't lack the damage from Ignite. On the contrary, the extremely inconvenient transportation in Terra World greatly annoys him.

Lotin asked the system if it could trace the specific identities of the victims, and the system actually provided an answer.

Name: Damian

[Race; Film]

[Ethnicity: Tala]

[Status: Died shortly before being executed without trial; paid his tithes]

[Taxes: An underweight Victorian gold coin and his life]

[Last Wish: To punish the garrison in Hillshire and the Deeppool forces]

Damian is a typical victim caught between two forces. In Deeppool's eyes, ordinary Tara people like him are cannon fodder and expendable resources, while in the eyes of the garrison, he is a Tara mob.

Deeppool, who claimed to be building a nation of Tara, betrayed him and abandoned him as a pawn. The garrison, which was supposed to protect the safety of the legitimate residents of Hillshire, betrayed him and executed him without trial, treating him as a Tara mob.

Damian only attempted to pay the tithe shortly before his execution. He had initially believed the travel rumors he heard from the long-distance driver because he was determined to "take these Victorians with him even in death."

He died without ever knowing that the lieutenant Hill who ordered his execution was a Deeppool spy.

From Lotin's perspective, he couldn't help but lament Victoria's inhumanity. They even minted coins that were completely unusable. If Damian hadn't said before his death that he was going to "explode with Victoria," the tithe probably wouldn't have been deemed acceptable by the system.

Poor Damian didn't even have the chance to insert the coin in advance; that underweight Victoria gold coin was all his savings.

Fortunately, the moment the coin and the blood hit the ground, a revenge had already begun.

"Greedy Victorians."

Lotin let out a curse, and after cursing the "greedy Iberians," yet another nation in Terra was cursed by him.

Lotin's understanding expanded at this moment. He now felt that not only Agor and Iberia were reliable partners, but Victoria was even more reliable than the former two.

When others mention Iberia to Lotin, he thinks Iberia is terrible. But when they mention Lateran, he thinks the Tribunal isn't so bad.

The first two at least knew how to make amends and fight back against the crowd, but isn't Victoria completely rotten?

If Victoria had been even slightly more accommodating, would things have turned out this way?

We also need to thoroughly investigate this deep pool; this organization is starting to seem inhuman.

The lottery system itself has no binding force on Loting, but his disgust for Laterano's past behavior led him to set a bottom line for himself: "Cast coins into the Deep Sea Titan wherever the route goes, and he'll actually step in if anything happens."

If you pay with coins, you get things done; if you don't, it's all down to luck. After all, Luo Ting isn't exactly a pushover.

"Clang."

An echo came from inside the tunnel.

"Clang."

A second echo followed immediately, a heavy metallic clang.

These Deep Pool Shadow Blades possess extremely high combat skills, far superior to the sacrificial pawns used in the feint attack on the city's defensive cannons. They left the friendly forces who were carrying Originium artifacts aside, entered stealth mode on their own, and began to form a battle formation.

"Bang!"

The third collision sound came as the brass giant, filling the tunnel, appeared. Sparks flew as the giant anchor dragged across the ground. The heavily armed Deeppool combat personnel protected the explosive Originium artifacts in the very center of their formation, while the Deeppool Shadow Mages were already practicing Originium Arts, preparing to attack the suddenly appearing brass giant.

This deep-pool force is large in number, well-equipped, and even possesses the combat capability to fight a garrison of equal size head-on without being at a disadvantage.

His current equipped trinket is the [Scout Ward], so he can't use scanning to reveal these dangerous Shadow Blades. But that doesn't matter, since the Deep Sea Titan's E skill [Dark Current] is a noble AOE.

Lotin swung the giant anchor, hooking it onto a patch of ground in the center of the Deeppool troops' Minoan formation. The instant he fully retracted the iron chain, he stomped the ground, and explosive tidal energy spread out in three rings.

Deeppool Shadow Mages can achieve a spell resistance rating of "B" in the game, but their physical attributes are only at the average level that military-trained Feline can achieve.

The destructive tidal energy that penetrated the armor was enough to tear apart their fragile bodies huddled beneath it.

The flesh inside the armor was shattered, but the armor's spell resistance padding was still barely intact. Now, with only 60 spell power, Lotin was already able to penetrate and inflict significant damage on Terra's common spell defenses.

Even with high resistance, it can't withstand the high armor penetration of a magic power Titan.

Meanwhile, Deeppool Shadowblade, with high physical resistance but only "E" level magic resistance, was blasted into a cloud of exploding blood mist, just like the unarmored mobs in Tidestone Town.

"Titan's Wrath" provided Lottin with a considerable shield. The Originium Arts missiles and crossbow bolts raining down on him failed to leave a scratch on the surface of his brass wetsuit. Instead, the explosions of the Originium artifacts completely shattered the shield provided by "Titan's Wrath," slightly reducing Lottin's health.

There are some scratches visible to the naked eye on the brass wetsuit, but it is not considered serious damage. Even without relying on restorative consumables, Lotin can replenish his health and status through natural regeneration.

This was clearly not all the military Originium artifacts that Deeppool had seized, as evidenced by the power of its explosion.

Any non-hero unit that is deemed hostile by the system and dies around Lothing will be counted as part of the cumulative number of minion or monster deaths determined by [Overgrowth]. This is consistent with the system's description and the in-game description, as this rune does not require Lothing to be directly involved in the kill.

In such a short interval between battles, Lotin had no way to refresh the charge of his pay-to-win gear, and the experience and gold provided by one or two deep pool units were negligible to him.

Unlike when he faced the Sarkaz mercenaries, this time Lotin could not let any Deeppool combat personnel escape, so he could not leisurely wait for his pay armor to finish charging as he had when facing those Sarkaz mercenaries.

The survivors of the explosion completely lost their will to fight, forgetting the humiliation and hatred of the so-called "Tara people," forgetting the impassioned speech of their Deep Pool leader, and only the biological instinct for survival remained to sustain them, desperately trying to find a corner to hide in.

The brass giant's straight-line running speed was not slow, and the explosion destroyed the surrounding obstacles, leaving very few places to hide.

A Deeppool soldier, who had obtained the Deeppool uniform by betraying his comrades, hid in terror behind a low, broken wall.

He covered his mouth and nose, trying to suppress his breath, but the 4-meter-tall brass giant bent down and shone his bright eyes on his face.

"bump!"

Another puddle of meat sauce appeared on the wall.

Skadi and Laurentina will be in charge of another, smaller deep-pool transport unit. It shouldn't be too surprising to have them deal with a group of landmen at the militia level.

The explosion of military-grade Originium artifacts caused the tunnel to collapse, covering the smooth brass surface with dust. Now, it's time to settle scores with another group.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Hillshire No-Limited Fighting Tournament

Because this lottery system has no enforcement power, the extent to which Luo Ting participates is initially determined by the system, and he then makes the specific decision himself.

If fulfilling Damian's dying wish was simply to seek revenge, Lotin only needed to find and kill the executioner who directly harmed Damian. However, Victoria and Deeppool's inhuman behavior angered him, and he decided to offer the unjustly murdered Tara youth some additional services.

Once he has finished dealing with matters in Little Hill County, he will go to the land transport route, known as the "Bronze Ghost," and explain the rules in a proper manner.

The system will unlock the choice of a second Summoner Spell at level 5, so even if the combined experience points from pushing towers and getting kills are not enough to level him up to level 6 in one go, it will still be enough for him to have a way to quickly travel back and forth to the relevant areas.

However, "teleportation" requires a friendly unit recognized by the system as a reference, so Lotin's initial idea was to establish a cooperative relationship with Rhodes Island through the Rhodes Island office in Hillsshire, thereby using Rhodes Island's offices around the world as TP points.

Of course, Lotin doesn't actually plan to go to the island. At most, he will try to reach some kind of temporary operator cooperation agreement similar to SilverAsh's in the original work. Nominally, they are operators, but they do not need to be stationed on the Rhodes Island main ship. In reality, they are equal partners.

Lotin can accept cooperation, but he cannot accept being subordinate to others. This is an obsession he developed from his experience on the Fool. He hates the feeling of being bound, and he also has enough confidence and means to achieve this goal.

Rhodes Island's offices always manage to reach some strange and remote corners, and their daily operations are relatively normal in Terra, which is an important reason why Lotin made this decision.

A banquet was being prepared. The local Tara nobles had finally found the savior to revive Tara. In order to leave a good impression on the officials of Deep Pool, they invited all the Tara nobles and celebrities in the surrounding area who had status, power and property.

Some of the obese Tara nobles nervously inquired of a green-haired woman named Felin whether there was any hope of meeting the most distinguished one.

"That's not your question. Get lost."

As if the nobleman's status was worthless in front of this dark green-haired lady, the nobleman from Tara withdrew without uttering a single complaint.

"Mandra, you're still so irritable. I can't even finish reading this lovely novel in peace."

Another young woman with light green hair looked at Mandela with a mocking expression.

"Ahmoni, you're not suggesting you can glean any clues about the Brass Ghost from these boring novels, are you?"

The messages coming back from the transport unit were quite chaotic. Some said they were attacked by the Bronze Ghosts, some said they were attacked by the Agors who cleaved through the tunnel with a sword, and some said they were attacked by the terrifying Chainsaw Sister Agor killer.

Mandela always thought that these rich people were only interested in doing these superficial things because they were empty-headed.

"Unfortunately, before we figure out what's going on with those Agorians, some uninvited guests will come to your gathering, Mandela."

Ahmoni received intelligence that the army had located the meeting place.

"Hmph, we don't need to find out who they are at all."

"I have put so much effort into this gathering, I can hardly bear to see the fire of the deep pool burn through the city."

"So what if they're Agor? So what if there's that inexplicable brass ghost?"

Mandela let out a contemptuous laugh.

“Even Victoria, this Leviathan, will be torn apart by us; they are not worth mentioning.”

Ahmoni had no intention of paying any more attention to Mandela's absurd and childish plans; she simply urged Mandela to leave as soon as possible.

They left before entering the banquet hall, luckily avoiding the sight of Loting's guards.

"You bunch of Tara rebels, stay put! I'll send armored vehicles to send you all to heaven one by one!"

"These lawless Tara scum!"

Meanwhile, in the garrison's command center, Colonel Hamilton was yelling into the phone.

"Not even afraid of the power of the Victorian Empire's garrison, this is no ordinary imperial citizen."

"These are clearly all Tara thugs!"

Meanwhile, his adjutant Hill, seemingly afraid that his superior wasn't radical or angry enough, continued to fan the flames, completely disregarding the fact that this would cause more of his "Tara compatriots" to die tragically.

Hamilton hung up the phone. Just moments before, by tracking the Stormtroopers' movements, he had learned the location of the Tara nobles' secret gathering, and he decisively issued his orders:

"No more hesitation, you must strike hard!"

"Send out the first detachment; I'll lead it myself!"

So the garrison began to assemble, block the streets, and armored vehicles sped toward the place where the Tara people were holding their secret meeting.

The Tara nobles at the gathering were unaware of the impending danger. They were still immersed in the revelry and enjoying the bright future of the Tara people after their liberation. They did not even notice that the two Deep Pool officials who had come to the gathering had disappeared an hour earlier.

"If we barge in head-on, things will get much more complicated."

Horn, relying on her noble status, infiltrated the gathering. With tokens and sources of information, a true noblewoman like her could easily figure out the ins and outs of this secretive gathering.