Cursed Immortality

The Golden Swords Country had a foundation over thousand years old and was divided into five provinces named East Golden Sword Province, West Golden Sword Province, North Golden Sword Province, South Golden Sword Province, and the Center Golden Sword Province.

The Golden Swords Country was under the control of Golden Swords Military Dictatorship and each province was governed by a Governor-General, and different districts of these provinces have many ranking army officers overseeing them.

In fact, calling the Golden Swords Country, a military country, won't be an understatement.

The Golden Swords Country was mostly famous for its naval forces in the Star Ocean, and no one dared to mess with them in the waters.

The White Ocean Navy Base was one of the three biggest naval bases of East Golden Sword Province and closest to the Star Ocean. It was the entrance toward the Golden Swords Country from the Star Ocean.

If someone wanted to go further into the plains, then there was the Great Star River, which was twenty-time larger than the common river of the common plains, and it spread all over the plains.

But unlike the Common River, the Great Star River was still mysterious and wasn't fully explored.

Anyhow, a medium size battleship entered one of the bays of White Ocean Base while dragging a small black ship behind it.

Many Seaman Recruits were standing straight on an empty dock to receive this battleship.

There were also two figures standing at the end of the dock wearing completely different uniforms than those Seaman Recruits and looking at the incoming battleship.

"Here they come, Senior Chief Officer." A being with a gray, malevolent wolf's head snarled. His height was 1.9-meter-tall and furry humanoid body. He was a Wolf-Head Orc.

"Do you think I'm blind, Chief Officer?" The Senior Chief Officer sneered coldly. He was a middle-aged Bigot Barbarian.

There were many intelligent and unique species on the Rare Freedom Plains, but the species with the most populations were Orcs, Barbarians, Trolls, Goblins, Gnomes, and such.

These races produced the fastest, while they weren't the most powerful ones because their bloodlines were mixed and thin, so their offspring seldom reached the potential of their parents.

While there were those races who seldom mate with those outside their races and kept their bloodline pure like Giants, Elves, Dwarfs, Kobolds, and such. But they have the smallest population since it was hard to produce offspring for them because of their strong bloodlines.

Nevertheless, these races were still terrifying despite their short numbers, and no one dared to mess with them since they were also overprotective of their own.

"But seriously, did they really find a stray Rare-Tiere-7 Fighter out there?" The orc asked curiously.

"At least that's what the report says, and he's going to join our ranks as well." The barbarian coolly answered.

"Do you think he'll be appointed in our department since we found him?" The orc questioned again.

"Do you take me for an answering machine? Ask the Deputy Admiral yourself." The barbarian answered with exasperation.

Thereupon the ship finally docked, but no one noticed a dark blur jumping on the other side and vanishing in the shade of night.

Soon, Milan, followed by Jacob, disembarked the ship before the others.

Milan had an amiable smile on his face as he was saying something to Jacob.

"So, this is the White Ocean Base I told you about. What do you think?"

Jacob looked around and saw many battleships, even larger size battleships, were docked there, so he had to admit Milan wasn't joking when he said it would be foolish to pick a fight with them in the water.

Although those ships were much more advanced, he was more apprehensive about the people driving them.

"No bad, but I don't want to work in here. I had enough of ocean adventure for a while." Jacob plainly uttered without hiding his true intention.

Milan chuckled, "Heh, and here I thought we'll be seeing each other more. It's a pity then."

Jacob merely glanced at the old man, saying nothing. He could feel this old guy wasn't simple and amiable as he seemed, and he didn't dare to let his guard down around him.

In a sense, Jacob felt they were the same kind of people because they knew how to hide their intentions pretty well.

Nevertheless, Jacob didn't feel any hostility from Milan so he wasn't too much worried and just wanted to be done with this registration and get out of this base as soon as possible.

He also saw the huge metal gate in the moonlight which was closed, and he could guess it was probably the way to the Great Star River.

When they stepped on the stone dock, the orc and barbarian approached them which made Jacob somewhat startled when he saw the wolf head orc. He still wasn't used to seeing people with animal heads walking around.

They both respectfully perform an army salute, "Deputy Admiral!"

"At ease, at ease." Milan amiably replied, "Chief Officer, this is our guest, Sir. Jack prepared the best food and a room for him."

He then looked at Jacob and said, "You were on a long journey, my friend. I'm sure you're sick of eating seafood, especially those horn fishes which taste terrible. Rest for a night here and enjoy our hospitality. We'll talk about the official business tomorrow. If I haven't had to report this, I would've loved to join you."

Jacob also didn't want Milan around him, so he nodded. "I understand."

"Please follow me, Sir. Jack." The orc politely uttered as he was looking curiously at Jacob's mask which he was still wearing.

Soon, he led Jacob away, and Milan headed toward another military jeep with the barbarian Senior Chief Officer.

Jacob wasn't too shocked seeing those vehicles since he had already read about them, and he knew rare freedom plains were already advanced into the engine age. He was even glad to see a familiar means of transport since he wasn't used to those horse carriages.

"Where to, Sir?" Senior Chief Officer asked while taking the wheel.

Milan coolly replied, "To the main office. I'm sure there's a meeting waiting for me there."

Senior Chief Officer solemnly nodded and drive toward the Main Office of the base.

The main office was in the center of the white ocean base, and it was a tall twenty-story building. Even though it was night but the building was brightly lit with military lights like the day.

Inside the top floor's meeting room, three people sat around a table in military uniforms as well as giving off a suffocating aura.

At this moment, the closed door suddenly pushed open, and a 6.4 feet tall figure entered wearing a navy uniform. His face was extremely handsome, with glossy white skin and long golden hair.

His eyes were also golden but icy, and only his pointy ears were out of place, or he looked completely like a human. This was one of the strongest species present in the rare freedom plains, the Golden Elf!

Those three figures quickly stood up seeing this elf and performed a military salute. "Admiral Xavier!"

Xavier merely nodded and took the chief seat. "Sit down, gentlemen."

The three figures slowly took their seats.

Xavier spoke again before they could. "Let me give you a summary of today's events before you ask meaningless questions.

"First, the Earth Slayer is most likely dead, and this person Faceless Ancient killed him and took the black ship for himself. So, we didn't get the chance to capture a high-ranking skull this time.

"Second, this Faceless Ancient is clean. I saw him operate his star watch, and he didn't have any badges of three hegemonies so we can make use of him with no worry.

"Third, his species is probably new in Rare Freedom Plains, and I haven't found any traces of Magic on him, or he would've sensed me. So, he might be a pure fighter type as well, but it is still yet to be seen until we put him through some tests to make sure he had magic potential as well.

"Now, expect this information. You can ask any question." Xavier coolly stated.

"Since the identity isn't a problem, then all that is left is to appoint him into a department." One of the three stated in a rough voice.

"I want to hear the admiral's thoughts on how we should use this new asset?" A sweet voice rang in question.

Xavier plainly replied, "Let him go through the Nightmare Knight Legion entrance test. They will do everything for us and measure his true potential. As long as he is appointed as a 1-Star Nightmare Fighter Knight, we'll send him to the military base on the border of the wild nation to kill those pests.

"But if he had the magic potential and assign as a Rank-1 Nightmare Magic Knight by the Nightmare Knight Legion, we'll send him to the Central Province to nurture him properly."

"Indeed, an excellent suggestion. We need magic users, not meat shields. West Golden Sword Province agrees with this proposal!"

"North Golden Sword Province also agrees."

"South Golden Sword Province agrees as well."

Xavier nodded. "This meeting is settled, then!"