Chapter 293 - Chapter 293: Chapter 281: 4th Rank "Commander (1/2)

Chapter 293: Chapter 281: 4th Rank “Commander

Darren slowly awoke from a heavy coma.

He felt the cool touch of the breeze on his skin and the sound of the waves echoing in his ears, like a gentle song.

Opening his eyes, Darren saw a vast expanse of beach before him, glistening in the morning light, with ripples forming in the distant waters, seemingly calling out to him softly.

He lifted his fingers, caked with wet sand, and gradually remembered what had happened.

“So it turns out I fainted due to an excessive consumption of Spiritual Power…”

Taking a deep breath, he realized he was lying in an open medic tent, with the golden beach outside and a doctor inside, organizing medicines.

When Darren woke up, he found that the people around had already begun to tally the battlefield.

More than a hundred Cyart people from the steamship had easily conquered the thousands of White Sea natives on the island.

The soldiers that followed were picking through the spoils of war on the beach, some of which were rare jewels, while others were people.

Darren had no extra compassion to spare for this and was not at all surprised; most armies of the day resorted to a policy of “living off the land” for supplies.

In theory, the illegal practice of the slave trade never extended protection to foreigners outside the Cyart people.

After getting up and leaving the medic tent, he saw Yeager, who was outside, directing the people.

“You’re finally awake.”

The old dog was guarding next to the tent, and upon seeing Darren walk out from the tent, he became very excited.

“Darren, you’re finally awake! That’s great! How do you feel?”

Darren shook his head and muttered, “No major issues.”

Then his mood brightened, and he said with a smile, “The promotion ritual is complete; let’s head back home!”

The old dog nodded, cheerfully saying, “Sure thing!”

He had also joined the Dawn Church in the past few years, following the Path of Calamity, and had recently stepped onto the 2nd Rank, gaining the Power of Consecution known as the “Thunder Attendant.”

Yeager, who had been directing the transportation of the spoils of war, looked over here and walked over with a smile, saying, “Darren, you’ve finally come to.”

Darren listened to the sound of the sea breeze and smiled calmly, jokingly asking, “Our esteemed mayor, have you completed your promotion ritual?”

Yeager nodded lightly and said, “It’s done, commanding a battle to complete victory… It’s an easy ritual to achieve during wartime, but if I were in a peaceful nation, I might never have the chance to complete it in my lifetime.”

Darren could relate, especially since some promotion rituals for the 5th Rank were either too bizarre or complex; oftentimes, only opportunity could help one to complete them.

“That’s true, people often need opportunities for advancement.”